The miners' express. (Dubuque, Iowa) 1849-1854, 1850-07-10

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Thus he went on talking, not forgetting "the
aytin and the dhrinkn.'
Finally, remembering the Whiskey punch,
he called "John.''
John: "'Es, sir-with you in minute, sir. !"
Dublin Gent: "John, what about those ma
terials for the whskey punch?"
John: "They're waitin' for you, sir
Dublin Gent: Oh! they're waitin for me,
right impolteness if were to keep them a ,Dai-
tn for me any longer: so hurry them up, John,
me boy but see here, John, why do you say
waitin'-why do you use the indefinite article
"a," there before the particle?'
John 81 doesn't know, sir
Dublin Gent ssYou doesn't know-there's
more of it: John, my good fellow, fear your
early education has been most vilainously neg
lected-but, never mind, bring me the materi-
ais may take the trouble of instructing you
in the rudments Of refined literature one of these
days" Mikes his punch and sings,]
Oh, fill the bumper fair,
Every glass we sprinkle,
O'er the brow Of care,
Smooths away a."
The closing part of the last line was lost in a
loud and simultaneous ironical whistle ending
with, sswhv, what the ID have we got here ?"
from four amateur aquatic sporting gentlemen
the very same who had ordered the dinner,
and for whom it had been prepared.
"Look here, old fellow said one of them,
.syou appear to be taking it comfortable. Since
you have taken the trouble to sit down to din
ner which we have ordered and paid for, why
did you not invite some of your friends?'
Dublin Gent: In one of his blandest and
most blarneying tones. ]-"Gintlemen it will
do me infinite pleasure to do that same thing
CO. r = a..
legs under your mahogany, find that COM
mitted devil of blunder. You, no doubt,
would call it bull. But niver mind have a
sovereign in my pocket yit-when that is gone,
I'll never own allegiance to another-st down,
say there is plinty still for you all. Com
mince on the could turkey; IT'S cut up to your
hand and while ye'er operatin' on that and
slice of spiced beef, III ordher beefstake at
my own expense, and mix as delightful round
of punch for ye as liver was drunk at Dunleary :
III give we song of my own composition into
the bargain
"Well, boys" says one of the quartette, ad-
dressing his associates, "what's the of max
ing muss he appears jolly good fellow tho
doubtless hard up-let us take him at his word
About this time, the proprietor of the Restau
rant, Frenchman, came up, who, like John,
the waiter, thought all along that the Dublin
Gent was one of those for whom the dinner was
ordered; but being now undecelved, he began to
look pickles at the Dublin Gent, and to utter a
series of sacre Irlandais, to him.
90, shut up, old snuf-skin,' said the Dublin
Gent, elf the gentlemen themselves feel salts
| fed, what right have you to keep jabbering a.
bout the mistake; which was nothing more af
Their all than that | mistook the dinner which
was waitin for them, to be self-waiting dinner,
or in other words, dinner that was watin for
rue -
The gentlemen satisfied they sat down
and made most hearty dinner. The Dublin
Gent, in the meanwhile, amused them with an
ecdotes of O'Connell, Lord Norbury, Curran
and others, and wound up with song, and a
second round of whiskey punch
They parted, mutually delighted with each
others society each one of the four, gave the
Dublin Gent his card, telling him, that Whence
yer he chose to call at their address, he'd find a
dinner paid for on self ,oaiting table!