The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1848-02-05
FROM THE MEMPHIS ENQUIRER.
Tisn IpOIan and his Mary,

the futt NV Pharaoh but it $ Elegant an fresh
ye're looking intrely, in de early air. Faix, an
it IS good for your wholesome, it isl
"Ah Tim Dolan, lave off wild yc. Sure it S
flauherin, palaverin tinker ye are. An how S
yer young darlint sN ateheart Of a rosebud, Mary
Maloy'
"Bc gurty, Of ye'd quarther meself up until
fre guarhers, mistress il IS more'n can tell ye:
for IN not seem her liver since de docthors ball
down at thin crass-roads, ian that's two nights.
heyant,) whin that divil'sagent, Macalee-ys
say Tom Macafec dad luck to him) stowl ati
wild her aiore could consart matthers wid her,
an GALVANIZED her ciane home Och! it s a
swate merry little tief % de world is dat same
Mary Maloy."
."1im, Tim, it IS a desavin hypercrite we are,
I'm alnard. DEFY think meselfs belavin de likes
av yez, whn ye'rc talkin an palavern us poor
famales upto dc skies, atall, at all? Fic on ye,
Tim Dolan."
"Be CORA, thin, msthrcss, ofyo don't balave
me, just AK Mishcss Simpson eff Tim Dolan
wasn't sayin only yesterday dat was, dat bar
rim Mary Maloy, and Cath lcen Donovan, an
Jenny O'IIarra an Peggy Riley, ye're de pur-
test thing in life this day. All ye gay young
desaver, We, don't DO afther turnln de head av
me, by burnln de heart out av me wild de fire av
thin two blue eyes in de face av ye."
'.Norr, Tim, I've got ye! Sorrow dc taste of
blue is in thin at ALL at all-it's gray they are,
sure "
"No, Chat should contradict lady ofsinse)
IIowIy Mother av Moses! MISTRESS Murphy, it
S IA burnin shame for ye to say it-ef there S
trutc in me, be this an be that, it IS black they
are, any way-yis, black as night, be de powers
an de checks av We luks for all de world like
two ripe patches, all wild &c tuz on thim--an a
pair red ripe cherries is yer two lips; an upon
me sowl III kiss thin now, eff it costs me bro
ken head-bc de hill of Howth, will"
And suiting the action TO the word, the rascal
made an explosion like miniature powder
mills. Well, give me your genuine IRISH kiss
there's no mistake in it, any way you can fix It,
All Joking aside, it is your distinctly developed
report (taken down in slIort-hand) of the pro-
ceedings of the meeting of the heart and lips,
which comes as nigh the bursting of u percus-
sion cap, as the buzz of bumble-bee to the bass
ola hurdy-gurdy. BOUNDS! if were girl, how
should want all the young Mllesan fellows to
kiss me. To resume:
"Ah. thin, Tim, it's purity av ye il is! Is MT
yersef ashamed to be train another mans
wife so cluel as that, ye yil'yan: Would be
thinkn 1t nv ye, at aIl' An eff I'd tell Alisthcr
Murphy, is nit it murther3n VIC he'd he. Grc!
All! will WILL ina vonrreen, do nit be so
cruel as that Be aisy, now, We dcsaivin angel
av beauty, yc, and may be won't be lcttin ye
see the letthcr, dtnrnI.'
"Lettler. what is it ye'rc talkin about at all
Tim, arc?
"Thin ye did Mt know, MISTRESS, I've reSav.
ed de purtiest letthcr in all Ireland (barrin it
was MT there it IS WRIT since I'm in Ameriky:
An faith it s from Mary it was, too.o
Whcreupon he handed her tie letter, and she
read aloud, while he made a running comment,
thus:
"Deaf Tim,"-T'An that S me- said he, l.
"Afther cryin mesef aslape last night, We haste,
['Och! it S haste ! was, said he because ye
did MT walk home wld me- Listen TO dc likes
av de blessed angel, MISTRESS Murphy, but al
lowed that tmililn fellow Tom Macaiec, to sup
plant ye, Hear her, mishrcss de dirty spalP een.
BE all that IS purity, his mothers son is catchin
it fast Pm written we this (lorebye I'm Il great
mind never TO spakc till ye AGAIN. to tell ye,
dear Tim, jewel, Och! hiNenly Seraphim that
she is that eff We do Mt be aiLher lawn aft wild
plaVin meself thin shabby thricks, it s young
Pat Malone maybe III fetch me to the next ball
at Doctor Gordon's and forbye, maybe, spa Ike to
the priest AFTERWARDS. o, bloody murthers. no.
I'd be kilt first. just see how she loves me, de
crathur, misthress. Sure, there was Matilta
Macintosh, that had her beau to see her safe
till her very doore, and must be put aft wild de
LAWNS an alscowrlns av human nathur! Och'
1riHa loo! o, God be good to w! Mlsthress
Murphy, nut II nVer DC cHuUu OUT V lieF aglll
Now. Tim, We darlin Pm thnkin Is it me- at
alrl the Taste We can do u be TO pay me an cX-
thra visit this week, and maybe it S 'yis' III be
sayin at last, till that ye're akin me 50 often
these viii les past-that is, eff yell promise to be
thruc to me, and not foo proud av me, aric.
[Whoora. hub-a-boo Mishress Murphy, twig
that, will We; and Just let Nacaiee put that in his
pipe and smoke 1t. Be jGbers, I'm there in the
crack OF marry-bone! nivcr fear nc--is it drha-
min am, at alp Faith she s nine, rs good as
guinea gowldl BE these same tokens !'l say
no more till We now, Tim, alan: but kiss me
hand till ye and say-be comm along wild we, we
tief. Seiami!!a tcaltG! auic!
Yours, that is 10 be, MARY"
"Therc! now, swate MISTRESS Murphy, did We
liver, in all yer life, see anything Just aiqual al,
all de same in beauty an Elegance, to dat same
purty piece av dilicate episthoathory correspon-
dince;'' said he, as she handed him back the
| "Istther.n and smiled, when he added,
HBut be de five grasses, me time S getting on