Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1848-08-11
A LECTURE FROM MRS. BROWN.
Ah, 'ehy don't yon take a Paper, BrO,cn

For what he can impart;
bile you and old around him stand,
AID say the Deacon's smart!
Oh is it not shame, / say,
10 hug your purse SO tight,
When mere bit OF yellow clay
Would set this matter right
What good is gold. now can you tell,
10 any Of our kind,
Unless it keeps the body well
And benefits the mind
Why don't you take paper, Brown!
I'm sure it is shame
That we can't get the news from town
Before it's old and tame!
Now let US quit this simple way,
And take worthy start.
And ere year orr friends will say
The Browns are getting smart ~
intercepted Irspotch to an IRISH Editor.
There's so mary qu:zzicaI notions dancin
D:IaEy's Jig. from nj head into mi pen, that
don't know how TO commence this Ietthrr al
all, at all. Tbs M-rka ia q square place IN
tlrely Shure enuff. faith It's tie land ov Lib
erty out an out The people are all Princes,
an there's mighty dale of Admirals, Cine
rails, an Colonies amongSi 'em The ID a
mothers son you meet with that isn't as high
an as grand as, a Lord in The Guild Country
All, may be r;sn't Christmas an Cashier wild
'em every day they rise. If you seen the
grand purceS>ion | saw the day afther land
ed, in this big city, when they wor Iayin' the
tlrSth stone ov the Washington Monument
Myself thought twas on the bill of Tara was,
under the kummand ov King Dab, the Liberia
thur, God bi good to his soul in glory, Amin }
If the Rlpalurs were Rigimintais. an had guns
on Their shoulders, and swoods bi their sides,
you'd give your oath that the meetins wor as
like as two eggs.
You see the Merkans are as proud Ov their
Llberathur as ould Ireland evir was OF Daniel
OConneIl. The day of the Procession was
Jusht like May moFnin' atther takIn' off his
night cap on the top of Knock Terra Mountain
Twas the middle Of the Injian Summer as
they call the 'tther part ov the harry esht.-
Well, TO be sure, you'd hursht your side latin
if you hard EN- talkin' sometimes They have
the dhro list words yOn evir KEN across, wild
manIn's of their own, an the funniest aXent
undher the sun I'm holhiFei thryin' TO tache
two or three coleensf at he honr..n' house
where lodge, the soft mi,ky pronounslashun
which comes on your ear at home like the
notes on flute bud 'hev oni laff at me, an
initiate what the poor unthnlhOrd cratrs call
mi brogue
On the mornin ov the purcession, was
wa.kin' .Iown the Third Avenue'-a long,
beautiful sthreet, full ov grand houses like
the gintemin's coorts at home-whn what did
see but Regiment ov sogirs dhrawn up in
line, an beautiful band playin Garry
Owen
Phee-whoo = seq |, unknownsht to mi
SELF Hilludhra is id in ouId Ireland | am,
at all, at all "
THAT'S the time nv day-success to yir ell
bow, boys, may the little finger never fail vi
Hurra- = seq |, widht schreech, throw
in up mi hat in the wind, that's the ticket
ould Ireland forevir Three cheers for RI
palen
The last word wasn't out ov mi mouth whin
seen the sogirS, cornels, officers an all, look
in and latin at me.
Bad manners to you, Phelim,' seq 10 mi
self, the hart makes born fool ov yir tongue
whin you do be Taste thnkin' ov it,
guess seq an officer, on a mIttleisome
charger, comm ovir an stretchn' out his tish1
to shake hands widht me, guess says he
wild might pleasant smile, you're late from
Ireland
'Bi comics, you needn't be guessin' at all
at ALL sez |, luSht come ovir, shure enuff
yir honor
We'll, Pat sez he-Phelm's my name
sur, SEE i well, Mr. Pheim,' seq he, how
do you like our citizen sogirs?'
Il couldn't mislike 'em, SUI seq |, they're
the real cheese
Stand at aize min,' SEE he, risin' up quite
proud an straight in his saddle, an lookin
ever so cute ovir his shoulder to see if was
noticin' him.
Down whit the guns, with one stroke or
the ground-an shl-a-up wint hands across
like suddn rowl ov thunder.
Purity we'll done PheIim, eh ? seq he
'Thrue for you is id, sur, seq |, the Con
ndught Rdngirs or the Fa1gabatla ghSt could
MT do id betthir-no, nor the ID a Bit
The CurneI smiled, an druv the spurs NJ
to the rowers in his horses side, an such {
power ov drillin' an manuvern' an putin
thro' their facins' the sogirs never got before
Anothir an anothr Regiment KEN on thu
ground--all their ban'i> piayin' beautiful thune:
an Molly Jones to me bud they wor iii
CANT intireIv There was French an Gar
mans, an Dutch, an italian, an Scotch, an
Merican' guards, an uniform companies; bud
mi hear: openid an mi eyes spread as big a
two numbers whin the Emmett Guards passe
bye, the band playin' the 'white cockade,'S
Poor Emmett | thought ov' his fate, ar
home;-an' a thousand images began to foa
before me. | found the big tears droppir
down mi cheeks like soft hail stones, an
turnid away ashamed ov' mi weakness.
Sez to myself, grateful country would
long before now, have erected monument
your memory, as they are goin' to do to-da
for Washington, if you wor successful. You
epitaph will be written yet when the rein on
lyin, an hypocrisee, an humhug shall hav
passed away;-when Ireland can boasht o'
true hearted leadhers who will follow tn
proud example ov' America, an when Vast
ington an Montgomery are to be found
cheer the people on to victory or death
PHELIM OLEARY.
| The Irish peasant only experiences the luxury
eating animal food at the season Of the above nan
festivals.
| little girls.
1.-TWO crack Irish Regiments in the British service
sWhen the French landed at Kilalla Qreland) in lie
thew wore white cockale by which they were know
as friends to the Insurgents. From this circumsan
the above tune had its origin.
Mission to Turkey.-Messrs. Edward 4
Dodd and Oliver Crane were last week ordal
ed at Newark, N. j., as missionaries to Il
Americans and Jews in Turkey.