Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1847-12-03
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WHOLE NO. 16S.
From the New Orleans Weekly Delta.
A BREAKFAST TABLE SCENE.
OR, A FISH THAT'S RED-Nor REp-r1su

Irish. Whether this arises from accident or
the will of the proprietors we don't know, but
we have heard it stated that the females from
that nation were selected on account of their
characteristic virtue, which, nationally and
individually, reflects great credit upon them.
Many OF them-we now more particularly
speak OF the females-are necessarily very
verdant when they are Sc caught" but few
weeks table-drill from Mr.. Morse, the COM
mander-in-chief of the dining-room division,
inducts them into all the mysteries of the din
ner-table. The following incident, between a
guest and "green 'un,' occurred yesterday.
Guest, Waiter, let me have some reddish
and drawn butter.
Notwithstanding his head with his left
hand and hltching up his pantaloons with his
rightl-Dhrawn butther, did you say, sur:
Gucst.-Yes, sir, did
Watter-Well, be- gor you're a mighty
polite gintleman intirely, and Id like to obleege
you, bud we have no butther in the house, bud
fresh butther
Guest.-Well, then, can't you melt some of
your fresh butter for me?
Wa'ter.-No, sur bud the cook can-he
has controwl of that bizness.
Guest.-Well, then, let the cook do it, and
do You bring it to me with the reddish.
Wa,ter.-Let the cook do it why, you don't
think I'm such an omah,lhaun as to hindher
him? I'll tell him gintleman wants it done,
and ov coorse he'll do it.
Guest.-WelI, then, do So
Waiter.-Bud how'll you have yer fish
done sur?
Guest-Broiled, of course.
Waiter-Ov coorse, you want it broiled !;
but is it on the gridiron, or in spirits [whis-
keyl?
Guest-Oh, nonsense, fellow Tell the
cook to broil it for me; that's all you've got
to do.
Waiter.-What broilin' it in spirits nom
sense Inside. well, conshumin to me bud
the ignorance ov some ov those big buddOghS
is over bearin.
Guest.-Bring me the fish in any way you
please.
Waiter-To be sure I will, sur-just as
you playse; bud you don't know what they
call them in Ireland, sur, where they're white;
for the red ones aint indigaynus to the say
[seal there. Well, be-gor, they call them a
Galway rasher and if they are rashey, the
best Catholics in the country aytes them ev-
cry day in Lent, and don't brake the fast ay-
Their.
Gucst.-Well, my good fellow, don't want
to hear from you history of the observances
Of Lent-do bring me the fish.
Waater Certainly | will, sur, and be-gor,
I'd be off half an hour ago if you did not keep
me so long explaynin; bud I'll go now, and
wont be as long away as cat 'ud be aytin a
ha'porth O. bulther. Tile goesl
Gucst-Heavens what specimen OF thu
&C finest pisanthry in the world''
He is not long absent when he returns will
some melted butter in small ever, and some
thing darkly, but not beautifully, brown, OF
a plate. g." There it is now, sur said he
bud its morthal dry, intirely be gogsty, i
you took FOOLS advice, and that's mine, you't
have it done in the sperits it's such fine rel
lsh that way, wod bodys tay."
Guest-( Getting at last Out of humor AM
patience)-And pray, Sir, do you call that RET
fish ?
Waiter-Well, BARN that it's little black
end from the fire, Of course do"
Guest-Why, you stupid rascal, that's a rel
herring
WoUer'-Phoo take it aysy, and don't 81
in passion tell US somethn' that we don
know and I'll be obleeged to you: who tn
divil sed it was any thing else than red her
rim, wasn't that what you called for?
Guest-No, sir, called for red fish.
Waiter-Well, be iabers, you're a funn
gintleman, ha! ha! ha! no! no! no! G
excuse me manners, sur, if you playse, bu
be gor can't keep from laughin Now,
you can prove that a red herrin' is not a re
, fish, you have more larnin than Luke OFar
fell, the school masther, had, and they used t
say that he was cracked [deranged] from a
, he knew. He could tell the hghth of a hous
be its shadow, or the contents of punched
l of whiskey by takin the measure of the cen
thre hoop, but be gor he couldn't tell its qual
t ity without taystin it.
Guest-I wish the coffin maker had take
your measure before you became waiter in tn
St Charles Hotel Be
Before he had time to finish his sentence
Z Mr. Morse, observing that there was 4 diff
t Guilty, came up, and being informed of the n;
ture OF it, ordered more experienced knigl
of the white cloth to execute the gentleman
t order, which he did almost in an instant. Pa
: in the mean time, kept thinking that the gel
tleman was the most " unreasonable bein
!, he had ever seen, whilst his drol behavior
t and still droller language throughout the seen
banished from the mind of the guest ever
trace of the passion which had momentaril
d abided there. Holding mp the plate while
contained the sure-enough red fish before Pa
he, in rather an emphatic tone, said. " The
: -there-that is red fish"
Waiter-Well, now, sur, don't like to
: onmannerly, bud if it is I'm naygur [negr
d and the ovid flag of Ireland was orange inst
e ov green: that may be the American color
Il red, bud in Ireland they'd call it white.
IT The gentleman now saw that the whole {
s. ror arose from too liberal translation on t
/. part of Pat, OF the order. So he commenc
g breakfast with what appetite he might.