Washington telegraph., 1849-08-22

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TO ate and me dying wild the cholery?
Bedad, its the physic I'm afther, to drive
the bloody faand out ov me sistem wild:
Did you ever have the cholera, Mac"
'Ha! ha" laughed Mac-'did liver have
the cholery? Did fish swim? Be.
its fourteen times the nasthy crather has
taken the Gorjin knot upon me enthrils,
and I faal the premonethory simtims
rootin, this blessed mint, in me stomik,
like pigs in a paa field. The cholera in
daden
Captain McSpadden now marched into
a grocery, walked up to the bar, aad
looking the dealer in the face asked.
Did iver see that eye before?'
Quite likely replied Tap.
May be its only me word for luck
ye'd be takin,' this pleasant mornin',
for drop ov the corn CORTLAND me a
sufferin in the bowls, wild the cholery"
III take the money, quoth Tap, hand
ing out a decanter, but keeping his hand
upon it, as if waiting for payment.
Mac threw himself into tragic atti-
tude, and drawing down his white eye.
brows, until they overhung the tip of his
little red nose, he exclaimed, Hath
dog monies? Is it possible cur can
lend three thousand ducats? Holy faath-
ers I've but bit ov kline lcoin) here,
but the physic must have, to be sure.-
Wud ye tell me where I cud get bit ov
a schule 10 tache astronomy and Shaiks-
pair and manners all for two dollars
quarther?'
'D--n your buckets and your 'Schule'
too, replied Tap; haLd over a picayune.'
Mac handed over the money, and drank
his whiskey; and just as he was replac-
ing the tumbler on the board, the female
spectre peered over his shoulder, aud he
dropped the glass and broke it.
'Shadders avaunt". shouted the Captain
Tray, Blanch and Sweet heart, little
ye ugly female witch! I've the cholery,
tell ye, an its ketchin' enthirely!o
you've broken my tumbler, said Tap,
complainingly.
'Shaik not thy gaury locks at ma; thou
cans't not say did it; it was the sha
devil thatstazin the soul out ov melody
Did you ever teach school!' asked MIR.
Tap, as McSpadden blundered into a
chair.
Did I iver?' Did the blessed Saint
iver kill snakes? Why man, I'd de-
lightful little schule below here--6fteen
or twentys as many boys as a wakely
crathar like meself, can do his duty by
the Aogging ov, and he to bate the boys
with stout shillaly-an' ] was tachin
'em illigint; and ye may kiss the cross
the little darlints loved me enthirely; but
it got broke up be an axident, be gorra.
How came that!'
Yea talk notice, was doZin' in me
chair, one swate afternoon, dhramin
away all about nothin, an the little
darlints that loved me as mothers milk
for tached 'em arithmetic an astronomy
and manners all, illigint-the little dar-
lints, ye see, put quill full ov snuff into
me nostnb all for the fun. Holy -
but l was in trouble wild the snazin an
cryin' and sputterin'; an the little dar
lints all so tickled wild de sport. So, as
soon as me eyes came to, / take the
biggist ov the boys by the heels, inthirely,
and fogged the whole schule wild his
head an shouldels an arms. Be -.
they roared, an we kept up the sport an
the fun till divil the sound head was in
the schule, barrin' me own that was full
ov snuff.
Then the parents drove you OFF,
'Faix! They bate me away said Mac
sorrowfully: the ignorant spalpeens, that
couldn't understand joke'
But he continued, the divils been
Lost in
the Royal Greys.'
Lets hear bout that said an honest
enquirer after truth, as he sat iazily back
in his chair, with his ad-brimmed hat
between his knees-'let's hear bout that
I'D tell you in mint replied Mac,
'but-Im monstrous dry
This objection to the narration having
been removed by a half tumbler of corn
corgil, Mac proceeded as follows, Broad
brim resting his face on his hands, i'll an
attitude of deep attention.:
YEN notice. quoth the Captain, I'D
company in the Royal Greys-ye've
heard on the Royal Greys, belikes?-no?
then I'll tell ye twas the clanest,
natest, coor in the kingdom, an its me-
self. was the aquil ov the best in it. So
one day, we'd CRATE ravue, an the
Duane was out, an Prince Albert (may
his soul rest in purgathory, amen9 in her
carriage to see it..
Did you ever see the Queen of Eng
land!' asked Broadbrim as in doubt,
Did I ever see the Duane? Did you
ever put petatie in the ugly hole in yer
face? So the Duane was out, as fine as
flower to see the ravu. By an by the
Juke of Wellington comes to me, an ses
he, Mac the Duane wants ye to present
yeself before her. Thair's luck for ye,
me boy,-and the Juke slapped me on
the shouldyrs.'