The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1849-06-07
Paul Doherty'S Visit to Squire BeamtOn

manufacturer, named Paul Doberty, who had latel,
| turned to that trade, having become too advanced
in life to follow his former profession of "teache
of dancing and all other kinds of music" wherein
| he had acquired good store of celebrity. He wal
| plain, homely man, rather large in his person
very oddly dressed land welded to old times ane
old habits that it was impossible to get him to ool
like Christian" as poor Mrs. Doherty used to say
(rest her soul in glory when she would wish hin
to lay aside his old pushed wig his old rufiss ant
his three cornered hat, all of which contributed, in
small degree, to the grOesqueDess of his appear
| ance But these little oddities had pleasing asso
Citations for Mr.. Doherty's recollectons, as he put
| them on regiousiy every day, and seated himself
door, humming "Nora Creina,'' in pleasing
| dreamlike undergrowl, willie he kept Tins with
his heels swinging against the side of the chest
they hung down, but did not reach the flags of the
| shop door. Mrs. Doherty, good soul, minded the
| shop, scolded the kitchen vench, abused the cow
boy mended the stockings, and, in Short did every
| thing else she could to please Mr.. Doherty, who
scarcely minded any thing but his corns when the
customers came in.
One forenoon. as Paul was seated on his favorite
chest, and Mrs. Doherty was washing up the break
fast tackle in little "glory- hole off the shop
tall, fashionable, elderly gentleman came in, and
asked to see Mr. Doherty.
swell, sur" says Paul, stopping short his tune
of Nora Creina" with a sudden grunt, as he
turned his head Sideways and cooked his eye at the
| Dohsrty, sur"
"Yes," was the reply.
eds like you don't know him :" continued Paul.
81 have not that pleasure YET" replied the
stranger.
Pleasure aisy, now! pleasure achwidth
sure is MT 1t mesef you re spanking to, all the time g
Are you Mr.. Doherty, then 90
Fax, an sure am, barrin' l was changed at
| NURSE
81 IN very happy to zee you, Mr.. Doherty. My
name is Beamton-I live on the Parade
Paul. IN proud of it; it s often heerd tell of
you, and know you are come of mighty grand
people intirely; but may be SO bowld to you
what business you have wud your humble servint
Mr.. Beamton. Business oh, none in the world.
have only come to pay my respects to you. am
under many compliments to son of yours whom
met in Paris.
Paul. You did not, indeed, sur .-'t is impossi-
Bile he is in France at present
Mr.. Beamton: Well, well, it makes no differ.
ence; it 3 all the same.
Paul: How the puck could it be the same, sur
Faith, beg your pardon; you re quite mistaken !;
have Mt Toms geography, and is MT Paris at the
foot Of the knneary Islands, at the back of the Gulf
OF Mexico, while France is a small village in the
Island Of Mediterranean, in the Sea of Miramichi,
in South America Gu, wow maybe can't Tell
Brustil to Wathurfurd!
Mr.. Beamton. Well, we won't fall out about
that but at all events, have you not son named
Tom!
Paul Bymy faith 1 have that's his name surely.
Mr.. Beamton Well, met him abroad where he
saved my life, and was SO kind and attentive to me
that wish to return the compliment to you in any
way that lies in my power.
Paul And 80 you saw Tom, sur, abroad [asidel
Arrah, Betty. throw by them kimmeens and come
spaks to the iontlman sure he g seen Tom abroad
Is Tom as fat as he was whin he whit, sur.
Mr.. Beamton. don't know; did not see him
before, but he looks remarkably well at present
Paul. III be bound Tom was akin you good
dale about the craft of potaties that he finished be-
fore he wint!
Mr. Beamton. can't say he was it was as nv
nhvsician that he attended me.
PAN, ,un. . clever chap, sur; he d pick up
any thing Here, Betty, IN INST that char, and let
The jontilman sit down. Sit down, sh, :" oo" III
And Tom s getting lusty, sir! d. We think he i
fall into flesh he takes afther the mothers side
Mr.. Beamton. Excuse me for not sitting down;
my time is limited. l should be delighted to tell
you all about your son, and will be able to give you
good deal of pleasing news of him, if you will do
me the favor of dining with me to-day.
Paul. 1roth, sur, an to be plain with you, d
rather dine at home.
Mr.. Beamton. Oh, Mr.. DOherty, you shall make
yourself quite at home with me. Pom honor, you
shall-yOu must come.
Paul. What time do you dine, sir!
Mr.. Bedmton. At six O'Clock.
Paul. Oh, could MT go, sir d never how'd
out till that never get my dinner later than two
O'Clock. Blur an GUNS sure a man ought to be-
going to bed at six! Was it from Tom that you
learned such outlandish hours! By gor, when he
was at home he would MT be done his breakfast
till he d be goin' to bed though he used to begin
when he d get up; he commonly made but the
one meal in the day. but it lasted from morning to
night.
Mr.. Beanaton. Indeed, Mr. Doherty, l IL take no
excuse you must come to dine at six.
Paul. Arrah. Betty, do you hear this
Betty Go, Paul, avic; it may sarve Tom.
Paul. Fax, an may be SO. Well, sur, as you
won't be put off, III go and dine with you at six.
Mr.. Beanlton. Well, good bye. l shall expect
you punctuay. Farewell.
And here MIR. Beamton made his bow and with
drew; but as the subsequent part of our narration
cannot be given in the third person, we must leave
it to Mr.. Doherty himself to describe the entertain
ments of the evening. We have taken some pains
to give his own W. rds uerbatim which are as follow:
"When Square BeamtOn leftSthe shop, by gor,
whit an brushed up my duds, and blackened my
pumps, and put on my buckles; but the mint two
o'c lock kem thought the CUTS would fall out Of me
with the hunger: Ehowsomedeaver,' sis ], Il III
bear every thing for Toms sake passed it tower
as well as l could, and thought every hour day
long tall it was near six and time for myself to be
OIL, for ! had mile of ground to walk to the Pa
rade: SO teok my cane and gloves, aud | saun-
tered along very lesurey till KEN to the Parade,
and as had the number of the door reckoned upon
my fingers, knew | could make no mistake and
when counted the steps, looked up, an divil a
finer house and place ever laid my two lookin'
eyes upon than Square Beamton's, with hall door
big enough for bishop, and the full of your fist of
brass rapper it, not to talk of beautiful brass
plate with an illigant big B, and afther it, an
thin an A, and thin an NJ, maxim B, E, A, M,
Beam right, by gor,' sis l, this is the place -
an lifted up the big brass rapper, and gave a
pound that wild drive a twenty penny nail into the
hilt. Presently the door was opened mighty smart,
an jonlilman with green coat and powdered
head and punches of goold strings from his shout
ders, red breeches and white stockings, a1ed my
self very snappishly intirely, did name to knock
down the house. No, sur, in truth, thn,' sis |,
it is MT myself wild hurt hair of its head Thin
what do you WANT sis he, mighty cross intirely.
Why, thin, in troth, sis l, it Mislhur Beamton
want, sis l. You can't see him - sis he, slap
ping the door in my face. Blur an turf = sis to
myself, is MT this mighty dacent treatment!
Well, after waiting while, sis to myself, Il III
try agin for Toms sake not to talk of the starvation
that IS in my stomach this mint on account of
keeping my appetite on account of the jontilman's
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