The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1849-07-21
Uriiien for The Cecil Wing.
Barney Brala CHAN.

I've sometimes thought 1t a pity the
world should sdie in ignorance of MIR.
Bralaghan; and that it would be no more
than civil, and doing very clever thing,
on my part, to introduce HIM to some of
the natives. You'd like to knoac him, you
,could, eh! Odds my life, knew you
would; and so here he is; two yards and
three inches long, with bushy, carroty,
uncombed caput, that is to say, head;
twinkling grey eyes; lone little oblique,
and from constant habit of winking to
himself, while talking to the same person.
inclined to shut slightly; nose, knotty, and
plugged, like Daniel O'Connell's-a large,
wide, expressive mouth, ofthe sinister cast,
literally; for it has a slight tuck up on the
left corner, that gives it droll finish, and
indicates lots of fun; heavy forehead, and
shaggy eyebrows pair Of huge, Hercu-
lean shoulders, to which the brawny ap-
pendages are muscular, and matched finely
and in short, las some say, after being
very long and tedious,) a frame, in other
respects, exhibiting as much bone and mus
Gle as meat, and good deal more-clothed
in long togs, sc. but of the most seedy,
rent, ragged complexion, and oldest fit you
ever beheld. Fit! Anything but That.
Well, poor fellow, he can't help it: it's in
him,-or rather, he's in it.
AS for good nature, Barney's model.
I would not certify particularly as to NOR
ais: for he uiH overdo some things, little
to the neglect of other some; just like some
other people, who appear to much more
advantage and who are much more thought
Of. THAT is, by themselves.) One thing is
certain, lie is never alone, but always ssees
company and has, or thinks he has some
one to talk to, and to answer, and will do
it, all himself; by allowing one member of
his own name to address the other; but
particularly when somewhat eight or
tea'd,' land when is he not y He is a cap
tal fellow on fishing shore: and makes
prime sport among the hands and it was
at herring and shad fishery, on the East
ern Shore of Maryland, l first met with
Mr.. Bralaghan, and had the honor OF his
acquaintance.
One starry night in the latter part of
April, when the seine had been hung up
till the hour Of the next haul, when the
tide should suit, Barney, being sooky in
several respects, sauntered, or rather stag
gered off some distance, to where there was
a lonely, dilapidated, fish-shed, and flung
himself on his back, upon some straw on
the ground in it. The roofboards, parti-
ally opened and displaced by the winds,
interposed no great barrier to his view OF
the calm cerulean canopy above, and its
sparkling studs. l have intimated, that at
times, Mr.. Bralaghan, whose fertile genius
seldom deserted him, was given to musng,
and fond of conversation: so it was that
night; for, after long breath, and sundry
indistinct grunts and mutterings in an nn-
der tone, among which were incoherently
ranged, or scattered, "cowld- thin shad
an herrin'-misther and mistress Faddley,
Tim Donovan, the bnsie," &C., &c.,-he
broke out thus (allow largely for hic-
cups
40 be the powers o mud, [hic.] but this
this, thing, human natur is a fine piece av
Philosophy. God forgive me for wishn
there wasn't any av it in the wide world,
at all at all. lift wasn't for that Misther
Bralaghan, would yerself, that ought O. bin
born prince, ian ,rould, ifye had wished
it,) would the likes av ye, Pm sayin; O. bin
wadin in thin cowld wathers, like a wather
dog, be CORA, whin ye might be rowlin in
wealth maybe, in the ovid country! All!
thin, sorrow onne O. me nd cry, if there
wasn't one av the desavin cratures alive.
Och, whooraroo blood an GUNS, But it's
a murtherin shame, it is"
Here it is to be understood, Mr.. Brala-
CHAN, whom Barney had just addresse, now
takes up the cudgels; thus
"Be me sowl, Misther Barney, an it's
very fine for the likes av We to be afther
sprawlin out there, feelosophisin, as ye're
plased til term your pribbles, and prabbles,
and qualities, arraignin the wise ordher av
nature, at the same time that ye're lookin
up thin blessed spotless heavens, all spot
ted an spangled over the blue spangled
dhress av the blessed Virgin, an begin
her pardon on your ugly knees, for your
sinful sowl. Shame on ye! Misther Bar
ney. It's murtherin spalpeen we are.
What's the use av thryln to desave people ?
HASN'T meself knowd we this forty years
long AN little good av we alther!"
"Ah thou, Misther Bralaghan, yerself
ought til know me, an betther than any
other man but meself. Sure wasn't me
grandfather, Michael Bralaghan, one av
the greatest men in all Ireland and Baily-
nashang! An why for will we be undher-
ratin me, one of his ancesthors, descended
from the best blood av the Bralaghan's!
Bedad N1isther Bralaghan, it I'D O. done
ye good, the day hes>f hadsa At Naw