The national whig. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1847-1847, 1847-07-29

ssasasassr .zssess, /
aWhat do you mean by two lettersl''
aWhat do / manei Sure it's my Brown
that's the servant Of your servant of your
Brown and 90 you seewe can kill twoIsiones
wild one bird ss e
In high spirit Mike started of, and in
few moments returned with the envelopes.
Grotius kissed his amatory spistle--a thou
sand times, and Mike drawing from his boz
som square indigo colored package of
foolscap, wished that his love letter was
big enough to hug ~
"Whai's that Mike!n
otis an epistle to my Brown, sur, an
want you to put il under the kiver Of an
inviope also.
"That I'Il do with pleasure but be sufe
you do not mix them. What's the nameor
your lady Lowell, 81 IA "
"Oh, it's no matter for that, she's purity
enough without fust name -as fat AZ but
ter, as fair az lily, and as frolicsome rs
two year old COW. What is the FIRST name
ofyour Brown?p
"Mike I'm like yourself--I don't know;
but here are the valentines-be careful and
l'll give you o new coat
aCarefull hav'ntI the apple of my eye
to guard, and dye think I'D be slapin on me
postl OBJ, but is's joyful news I'lI bring to
ye--news thae!l set the thoughts Playin'
touchin' up an old Irish tune on the
harp" I'M
The fair Dulcetta was seated in her cham
her, when her maid, the plump Miss Sally
entered blushing like . red cabbage. Han-
ding the lovely girl . letter, she whispered
10 her ear, Che says he'll give three taps
at the garden gate tonight, ma'sm,n and
withdrew, With trembling hand she
broke the seal and read: Il IL ssge ilss
HSsOate Doslinf: I'm dyin' wild Luv for
you. MY busum is oil on fire to make you
Mine, an III dye dissolute mon av you
don't listen to my suite. Darlin' luv iii be
at the gardin gate at one o'clock tonight IN
MIKE MAYooTH
Nep Arlanes, Feb. fos~saneth, 1847.
aTnsolent creaturel" said Miss Dulcetta
la low, ignorant fellow, to dare write me
such a letters The proud beauty's eyes
flashed with FIRE, and she burst into tears
Not so with Mi IS Sally, who by dint Of
spelling managed to make out that the per-,
son who wrote to her imagined that she
WAISTS lovelier than the lovelcist- with the
form Of an angel that her lips were living
rubies, her neck column Of pearl and that
one glance from her eyes was more precious
than the mines Of Golconda,' This ruptu-
rest letter filed Miss Sally's heart with
some very indefite ideas ofjewellersn shops
and fancy balls; but recollecting that the
writer solicited an interview, she having
not the slightest objection proceed % adorn
herself in her best bib and tucker.
| Night came, and at the hour appointed
Mike was at the garden gate, looking very
much as though he were going % commit
burglary. Having taken number ofnips
at the whiskey bottle, by way Of bracing
himself 70 heclare his passon, his pins were
rather unsteady and an occasional hiccough
betrayed his presence. Dulcetta and her
brother, who were on the balcony, observed
him, and in moment poor Mikes fate was
decided Instead ofthe soft, warm hand
ofhis lovely Sally, he felt the stin ola whip
about his ears. Turning around he gave
his assailant lick back that foored him
the Waterman came up, ss6re, !" amurder,"
and sbigamy," but to no effect. Yester-
day morning the Recorder sans out Sc Mi
chael Maynooth, = and an individual with .
nose swollen 10 the size of an egg plant and
pair Of eyes in deep mourning slowly rose
up
"Maynooth, what were you doing last
night" ss
ssFaith, yer amer, its meself that don't
know. ] blave ! was little drunk.
@You may go BY paying your jail fees.
Mike thanked his tanner" and went out
muttering the as have made me mighty
uneasy, suppose gave the Brown wild
the the letter for the Brown with.the tsn"
and begor its my own beautiful self
that's done brown this time. As soon as
my eyes gifts the swellin' out on EN- am
off to Kamschatka or Cornwall, the divil
care which for my nose is dilapidated and
me hear. is broken.r a