The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1849-07-21

Yark, to see Major Murphy come bowldly
up til me, an luke me by the fist; and ses
he, sOch, willaloo, Mis:her Barney, but
it's much good ii does me harte til see the
best bone and sinner of Ireland in Merrl-
kay. An it'swell, ye are, l hope, Misther
Barney?'-Yis, yis-an the same to yer
honor, ses I, Major. An glory be to Mer-
rikay, "the land av the brave, and the
home av the" slare. With that, SEES he, so
pleasantly, BE the hill av Howth, Misther
Barney, it's little off the thrack we are,
in the poethry'-all one, ses I, Major.
With that, he hugs me, an takes me into a
grand hotel, and SEES he, 'Misther Barney,
you must dhrink with me, SIR Faith I
will sir, SEES I. So he called for a pint av
the best, and ses he,-s Here's till the glo-
rious postherity that went to Merrikay be-
fore us, to achave the independence av all
the world and Ireland.' And begoTa,
Bralaghan, if yell phase til behave me, we
dhrank [hic.] till the Major was as dhrunk
as a SOW"
"Bclare We, is it, Misther Barney
fIowly mother av Moses! hear him
What cryin sin il is, that any mortal
man III be ahher bein that way: for sor
row taste av the Murphys was iver a
major in the wide word-and as for Ian
din in New York, that same be the futt
of Pharaoh, was Bostown, right fernent
Bunker's hell O, musho! Misther Bar
ney, if meself had we in coort av com
mon phase, or ,justice an diquietav,' THAT
is, diqualtay,} but its the Taste I'd let ye
off wld nd be transportation fol biga-
my or pariury, OF whatlver it is thin
lawyers calls It,"
"Faith then, Mlsther Bralaghan, it's
some comfort to think. there nd be two
av US thravelin that way; an meself
wouldn't mild it so much IN that case
Misery's fond av comply they say
But have ye heard the muse, Misther
Braiaghan!'
"No. What is it at ala"
"Why I read it in the papers"
"That's a lie sir: not that care much
but divll a wonn of yer knows how till
rade-"
"Ah but another man did; an 1t is all
wonn-that Merrikay's bought ireland
with the privilege Of 'nnexin lite Ora
goon;-and has the right of importin all
our countrymin to Callefurnee, to dig II p
the rocks av solid gold, hats till pay
England for it. Whoora. Mlsther Bral-
anghan, but we're the made man, If We
choose tai enther into Calefurnee spec
ulation. in thsm gold mines, avic. An
there III be plenty O. prath'es there, iii
warrant ye.'
o. vo, vo, Mlsther Barney. but its
mad We are entirely. an altogether de-
ludher. What burnin shame it is, that
the tongue nv ye will always be taken,
and leaden We Until difficulties. Sure
not word av it's thrue.'
"Well then, tare an owns Misther
Bralaghan, but ye'rr hard till phase any
way. An maybe yell not be afther be
lawn that heard about Pether Darra,
the horse daler.'
"What is it? Ill thry, if its possible,
Misther Barney, for you,e sake. Let's
see it,"
"Lord love yer sowl, Misther Brala-
CHAN, for the first kind word we've bestow
ed on me for these two days. Twas purity
nigh beside meself wild thinkin the whowle
world was turned agin mc.-Well, as I
was tellia ye, company of lawyers hired
room durin coort, to dine privately, all
be themselves one day, an was at table,
when Pether put his dirty head in at the
doore, an the landlord was steppin up til
back him out. 1t happened there was jist
wonn vacant seat somehow, and pert
young chap of them said, "No, no, land
lord, let him come in here's seat for him
by me, and invite him to fill it, in place
of our absent nd,"-thinkin to have
some sport out of such rough lookin
Irishman. So Pether very cody tux the
seat. As soon as he was set,-" What
might be your thrade, me honest MANI"
said the young law expoundher. "By
profession I'm horse thrader, SIR ses
Father, "an me fadther, before me-Lord
rest his soul l hope he's in heaven this
day." What your fadther in heaven!
an he was horse jockey ."-"Aye, sure.
Why for OBJ" Why, didn't he chate
people whin in the thrade!" ses law
"Be CORA did he" says Pether,-" What
for shouldn't he take an honest penny by
has profession, whin he could %" Then, l
think he can't be there" p" Lord love yer
sowl, the aisest thing in ife."-" How
sop" Why sure, didn't the praste tell
me, they sarched all heaven for lawyer,
to thry him and turn him out, and couldn't
find wonn there9 An SO they gave it up as
bad job, an let the ovid man stay.
And as he then struck up his favorite
air of, "Barney, lave the garls alone, u
withdrew from my hiding place, and left
him to gradually soothe himself into the
sweet repose that awaits a cheerful mind,
in q toil-morn hodu A nd that too NOT