Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1850-10-17

'un" in the Pittsburgh Post. Many
Of our readers will recognize some
Of the parties spoken Of:
The CaPtafn's Apology.
We have, on thousand occasions,
had abundant reason to admire the
talent of the Irish people for repair
tee, sparkling wit, and glorious hu-
NOR. The countryman Of Brinsley
Sheridan, whether abounding in
wealth or sunk in poverty, whether
educated and refined or ignorant
and vulgar, are overfowing with
true, natural humor, and we have
never seen a native Of "the jim of
the Ocean" unable to give a quick
and appropriate answer to any ques
ton propounded. Some time since
we met with al admirable veri6ca-
ton Of our remark.
We once took passage at Cincin-
natl for Pittsburgh on board the
steamer Cambridna, commanded
by 'an Irish gintleman," whom, for
the sake of convenience, we shall
call O'Flinn. There was on board
a large number Of passengers, and,
among the rest, stalwart Kentuck-
ian, "as ardent as a southern sun
could make him." with young and
bewitching bride of some eighteen
or twenty summers. Now, the
Captain justly prided himself on the
speed of his vessel, and boasted that
it (what is there feminine about a
boatD had never been passed by any
craft on the Ohio river. Unfortunate.
Iy for him, the TelegraphNo. 3, was
then making a trial trip, and left the
City of Pork for the City of Iron a
few hours after the Cambriana. In
a short time it came in sight. OuI
Captain became "terribly" excited
and ordered more steam, and little
more whiskey for the fireman. AL
would not do. The No. 2 gained
on US rapidly. The captain stood
on the hurricane deck anxiously
contemplating his approaching rival
Just as it reached the stern of ouI
vessel, Kissing and roaring like sc
many furies, the beautiful bride
whom we have already mentioned
stepped up and gently tapping o.
Finn on the shoulder, said, "Cap
tain, that boat must not pass us."-
The Captain remained as silent a
the grave. Taking him by the but
ton hole of his coat, she remarked
ais it possible that you will let tba
craft beat yours, Captainl" Th'
commander, turning his full, red
; Irish face towards his fair interroga
tor, abruptly exclaimed, ego to th'
devil, madam, don't you see Pm il
a quandaryl" The lady retired tc
the cabin, the No. 2 shot ahead, ant
other subjects soon engaged the at
tention of The passengers.
That evening we were conversins
with the Captain and his wife, wheI
the "aforesaid stalwart KentuckiaI
stepped up 10 US with anger dePic
ted in every feature Of his counte
nance. In his bosom | thought
could see something slightly resem
bling the handle OF a bowie knife
and from a side pocket peeped ou
the muzzle Of formidable revolver
"CaptainI' he exclaimed, in voice
tremulous with passion, "you have
insulted my lady,and must have sat
isfaction." "UPon my word nevel
spoke to her in my born days." wa
the reply. "You did, sir, and in in
decent language-such language a'
no gentleman would use. You tolC
her to 90 TO the devil. Come, sir
prepare" and he drew his fearfu
knife.
The Captain looked at him for mo
ment, and his little grey eyes spar
kled. "Did !, indade! Upon my
soul, I thought IOas spakrng to MIS-
thress O'F2inn."
The anger of the Kentuckian van
ished in a moment, and that night ht
and Captain O'Flinn revelled in Irisf
whiskey punches, and pledged eacl
others health in many a flowing
bowl. -TT
The Hungarian EriieS. .-Moritl
Perezel, whose military bravery and