Tri-weekly journal., 1847-09-30
BRITISH ELECTION SCENES.

ally coarse, are often highly amusing, Our
own Western stump speeches care some" but
the following sample of Tipperary stumping
beats any thing we have seen among the Hoos-
iers.
A Mr. Collet, an Englishman, had been
brought forward as the Administration chandi-
dale for the famed county of Tipperary. Arch
deacon Laffan proposed Mr.. Scuily as an oppos-
ing candidate, and in doing 50 made the follow
in speech, (asreported for the London SUM-
Archdeacon Laffan rose, and was greeted
with a tremendous burst of reclamation. He
took the Times newspaper out of his pocket, |
and, throwing it with force on the table, said
to Mr. Collet, "There's your speech at Lincoln
for YOU" [Great cheering.I ''My Lord SUR
dale" continued the Archdeacon, 81 never in
the whole course Of my life, and it is long
political life, stood upin this courthouse with
feelings Of more regret. Who are you bring
ing forward this day, Tory gentlemen of Tip
perary? Cheers. I'm ashamed OF you great
cheeringl-I always like to catch the the bull
by the horns. [Laughter.l Who, | repeat,
are you bringing forward, respectable indepen
stood by in the House of Commonsswhen Roe
NANN
up to defend you"
Mr. Colett, Ibid" TGroans.1
Archdeacon Lai1an. Oh, gentleman of Tip
perary! Oh respectable descendants of the
| Tipperary aristocracy! Though you are Tories
| love you better than John Bull, laughter
who will laugh at you when your estates are
confiscated and your children beggars. Loud
cheers.l Those English fellows have not one
drop of the milk of human kindness in their bo
som. Did that Unlocking felow-(pointing
to Mr. Colett)-and he is a very Unlocking
fellow laughter.
Here Mr.. Collett commenced writing in his
tablet.
Archdeacon Laffan. Put that down in your
tablet carry that in your snuff-box as we say
in Tipperary Loud laughter.l do regret,
my Lord Suirdale, to see any man of the old
stock of the aristocracy coming to the back OF
man whom they do not know. Hear, hear
| care not for the Wings or Tories: they areall
alike to me, from snappish Roebuck to Lord
John Russell and Sir Robt. Peel. lCheers. i
They call YOU. landlords of Ireland wholesale
murderers; and did that fellow laughter stand
up for you? Loud laughter. Don't be look
ing so angry at me, sir; don't think you'll in
timidate me, Mr. John Bull. lCheers
) III was really laughabe to see the astonish-
ed, confused. angry looks of Mr.. Collect, who
Il
! reverend gentleman.
The Archdeacon, smiling. | am Had Roe
2 buck is out of Parliament. When he charged
? the landlords with driving out their unfortun-
2 ate tenants, and starving them, did you stand
0 up then. Mr. Collett, and call him liar?-
e Loud cheers.l Do you know, my Lord SUR
T dale, what a Frenchman said to John Bull?-
e He said she used you very WE'LL for he Gated de-
: oysters and gave YOU de she'll" Lord laugh
: candidate Was turned out oil Lincoln, and vol
d thought him good enough for Tipperary-ou
= OF the frying pan into the fire. Laughter, +
: Oh, gentlemen, are you--are you not ashamed
o of yourselves? Loud laughter | see tht
I crimson mantling in your cheeks; you can
7 conceal 1t; your hearts are not with your tong
e ues; your partly Irish, after ALL Loud cheers
;: you return Collett, he will laugh with con
4 tempt at you; and, when your estates ar,
II squeezed like lemon, he will damn YOU as
: set of beggarly rascals. Loud laughter Col
lett, did you ever hear that Irshmen had tails
c Loud laughter. Did you ever hear that tn,
It beutal Times called us the bloody priests
i IGroans.
o Mr.. Collett [good humorcdly.l Do you sa1
If your prayers?
It The Archdeacon We do say our prayers
i and I'll make you say yours before am dom
e with you. Laughter. 1t is a sad day whel
D we see men, with their ears ana eyes open, Sc
a lect such man as their candidate for Upper
e airy. Heer. would take my political enc
&c my by the hand, | would shake hands will
e you, Mr. Collett, if you'd let me, laughter,
Q but to friend or foe who would abuse me,
!; would say, $50 along, you scoundrel."
e could not support Lord John RUSSELL my Lore
is Suirdaie; and will tell you why. Because HI
r, strrved two millions ofmy fellow-countrymen
/ Groans for the Premier. A scoundrel whC
t. refused to send two vessels Of war to bring fooC
d to the starving people. [Groaning.l AnC
d what did the Americans do?-glorious Ameri
Is ca-lloud cheeringl- land of the brave
: where freedoms was never soiled? IGrea
IS cheers. What did brave America do? TIL
ID President the Government, the People, sen
e their best ships, manned with their noble Yam
ID kee sailors. cheers, Withhold, not bomb-shell
J. to our shores. Cheers. Compare this wit
the conduct of the pigmy Premier of England
Ly the rotten Russell. [Groans.l
" Mr.. Collett. Say something about yourowl
lie candidate, [Groans.
e, The Archdeacon. lam notdone yet. Laugh
re ter. One source of the great revenue of Eng
is land is derived from their cast-of clothes, an
i'll they send US their cast-of member, saying
cd he will do well enoughfo for Paddy" Laughter.
s. You stood for Lincoln, Mr.. Cclett-what
n, your name? John? Laughter. I'm sorry tina
they did not send us a handsomer specimen c
the cast-olf clothes than you, any way. Laugh
ter. You're not half as handsome as my mar
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