The New era. [volume] ([Portsmouth, Va.]) 1845-1847, 1846-06-09
AN IRISHNAN'S MODE OF RAISING A
DINNER

We heard the following story narrated fave
nights since. and thought it at the time the most
iElh'pIovokng thing we had heard for some
ZINE. ms may have been owing, perhaps TO
me narTs'"r's peculiar faculty of story telling
NJ any rate II loses greatly in our hands. But
we VIII give it as nearly az we can recollect.
Once upon time, a son of Erin entered
Je~eileI 8 shop in the far famed city of Dublin.
Now II happened. that Patrick was completely
strapped that is TO say, hadn't The first red cent:
and' 'urthermoIe, he was exceedingly hungry
6ni lie had hit upon happy alternative for max
ing g"od ms deficiency Approaching the jew
eler, he said
What I'LL ye give me for lump of goold az
thick as my wrist, ans as long as the half of NV
arm?' " ny
The jeweller had often heard of large pieces of
gold being discovered in certain parts of Ireland
winch pieces OF gold, it was surmised, had been
left by the Danes, on their expulsion from the
country. Thinks he 10 himself very wisely.
this ignorant lrishman has found this gold of
when he speaks, and may the powers helm me-
but III take him in.'
WI you take drop TO drink, my good ell
low he cunningly asked, well convinced that a
few drops of tho craytur' would be effectual in
the performance Of his object
pom my sowl, Jim Flannegan's the man to
do hat7' was the answer
PVT may be you'd like bit of breakfast, nv
good fellow p ~
Bad luck to me, but I'm as hungry as a hand
spike, responded Mr.. Flanagan
some bread and butter, and several other dan
ties. which enter into the composition of the
necessarles OF life, were accordingly ordered and
brought. Our hero made an excellent repast
which ever and anon, at tho insligation of the
kind and benevolent jeweller, who showed his
gnest every possible kindness, was washed down
with coplOus pOtation of poteen rThis oc
currence, there is every to believe, trans-
PRED previous to father Matthew's temperance re
formation
After MIR. James Flanagan had mnistered to
The cravings of his stomach, and moreover had
got pretty we'll nebriated with the poteen, his
host nudged TO him and slyIy inquired
Mister, where is that lump of gold of yours2'
What lump goold, yer honorP said Pat
staring the jeweller in the face.
| You spalpeen, didn't you tell me you wanted
to sell me lump Of gold 2 cried the jewelIsr.
| flying into furious passion.
Don't be 80 fast, yer honor replied Pat
Sure an ye know as we'll as the nose ON var
face, that ] merely asked like gentleman. for
the sake Of information, 90 that ifI'd liver find
lump Of goold, I'd know is value
kick which sent Pat reelng out Of the shop
was administered TO him by the ieweller who
was incensed TO think of the imposition PLAYED
upon him, and Mr.. Flanagan went off, swearing
by his gfandfalher's ghost, that that bread and
butter was the best no had tasted since the time
he stuck pin in Jerry O'Hansn, at Jerry's
fathers wake.
"Here's the Boston Times-war with Mexi-
co, only one ceht"--cried newsboy in State
street. yesterday.
! 81 am afraid, the Mexican war will coat opr
country great deal more than that, my lndo
fellow'-Tejoined the witty Rev. Mr. SticOins.
as he passed.
"No it won'P'--said the boy--"be ID
yMe1icSs haze got TO pay the srpense-be,s's
the Times, only one cent"