The Woodville Republican. [volume] (Woodville, Miss.) 1847-1853, 1851-02-18
Cherry Brandy--lls Eifecs

The Laird Of Bohniemoon was very
fond of his bottle. On one occasion
he was asked to dine with Lord b.
a neighbor of his, and his Lordship be. J.
ing we'll acquainted with the Laird's
dislike to small drinks ordered a bot
tie of chxry brandy to be set before
him after dinner in the place of port,
which he always drank in preference
TO claret, when nothing better was to
be got. The Laird thought this tine
heartsome stuff, and on he went filling
mis- glass like the rest, telling his Jokes
and ever the more he praised his Lord.
ships port. at was fine full bodied
wine, and lay well on the stomach, notl
like the poisoness claret, that made of
body feel as if he had swallowed
nest of puddocks. The Laird has
finished one bottle of cherry brandy
or as his Lordship called it his par
ticular port" and had Just tossed of a
glass of the second bottle, which no
thought to do even better than the first,
when his old confidential servant, Wat
ty, came staving into the room, and
msking his best bow, announced thar
his Laird's horse was at the door.
Get out of that ye fause loon,'
cried the Laird pulling off his wig and
llinging il at Watty's head do not yo
see, ye blethering brute, that I'm just
beginning my second bottle 7"
But, maister," says Watty, scratch-
ing his head, " its amaist twall o'clok.,
well, what though it be 7" said tho
Laird, turning up his glass with drunk
en- gravity, while the rest Of the CON-
pany were like to split their sides
laughing at him and Watty. :" II cam
ma be ony later, my man, so reach me
my wig and left the naig bide Vice."
1t was a cold, frosty night, and soon
tired OF kicking his heels at the door;
so in little while back he comes, and
says he, Master, maister it's maist
one o'clock T.
SWELL, Watty," says the Laird, with
hiccup--lor he was far gone by this
time" it will never be any earlier,
Watty, my man, and that's a comfort,
and so you may just rest yourself
wee while longer till finish my bot.
tie. A full belly makes a stiff back,
you know, Watty."
Watty was by this time dancing
mad so after waiting another half hour
back he comes, and says he
Laird, Laird, as true as death the
suns rising"
Well, Watty," says the Laird.
looking awful wise and trying with
both hands to fill his glass let him
rise, he has further to gang the day
than you or me, Watty."
This awnswer fairly dumiounded
poor Watty, and he gave it up in dis
pair. But at last the bottle was fin.
ished the Laird was lifted into the
saddle, and of he rode in high glee,
thinking all the time the moon was the
sun, and that be had fine day light for
his journey home.
IIelch, Watty, my man." said the
Laird palting his stomach and speak.
ing awful thick, we were none the
worse for that second bottle. this fros.
ty morning"
Faith" says Watty, blowing his
fingers and looking blue as billberry,
your honor is, may be, name the worst
for it, but | am none the better, wish
! was
"Well, on they rode, the Laird grip
ping hard at the horses name and roll
ing about like sack of meal, for the
cold air was beginning to make the
spirits tell on him. At last they came
to bit of a brock that crossed the
road, and the Laird's horse being pref
ty well used to having his own way,
stopped short and put down his head
to take drink. This had the effect
to make The Laird lose his ballace, and
away he went over the horses ears.
into the middle of the brook. The
Laird, honest man, had just sense
enough to hear the splash and to know
that something was wrong but he
was so drunk that he did not in the
least suspect it was himself.
"Watty," says he, there is surely
something tumbled in the brook
Faith, you may say that" replied
Watty, ready to tumble off his horse
with laughter, for it's jest yourself,
Laird 7
llout, fie, no Waity," cried the
Laird, it surely Gamma be me-"
Surely, MASTER it is Yourself"
at Gamma be me, Watty-for Tn
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