American telegraph. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1851-1851, 1851-04-03

and feminine, and some, trusting to voices and
appearance, one might be inclined to pronounce
neuter. l had heard them, l say, fully six
months before could meet any one who knew
one Of the tribe, or who was himself an homo
rary or active member of the fraternity. WAS
as ignorant of them as is the neighborhood Of
Castle Hacket about the fairies--yiz: had
seen them, and heard them, but--as the natipes
say" where the diuT' they came from or went
to didn't know. One night, then, having ta-
ken off my ring, and put on a slouched hat for
disguise, Istarted down to Henihan's to take a
dandy Of punch" Henihan's is near the
| T" Blind Arch" in the Spanish part of the town,
and knew was bound to find ballad singer
there, if there was one in all Ireland
When this idea to go down there first struck
me- was astonished didn't think Of il before;
however, lost no time, but walking swiftly
down Shop street, and turning to the left at the
Mechanics Reading-room--a thence it was, in
more senses than one, all down hill--in few
minutes was in Henihans private parlor, with
that worthy HIMSELF with tumbler Of reeking
whisky-punch in his hand, opposite me, at the
clean-spread deal-table. OF course the first
discoorse" was about the disturbances and
the potato crop, and settling them rs soon ms I
could, and changing the subject, with that
readiness that only those who have observed the
Irish can do, inquired if Ire had ballsd-
singer in the house.
:" Troth, have ! Y he exclaimed, ga power
av thin; there's one Mick Coolaghin below
stairs-a roarin' divil-that bates the others all
out in gittin' hstheners, an sellin the ballads,
and tippin' the ha' -pince properly afterwards
there he is now, screechin' out 'OyE-PoUND
Two good luck to 'im!" We listened, and
true enough voice, that could have belonged
| to no other class rose high above the din Of
jingling glasses and scraping of feet, and bang
ing to Of doors ,r.
Johnny my de-e-ar, have 1t heere,
Penned down in black an fwhite;
Come count 1t up, now, afther nae,
An gee IL am right
You're tould hare bin Q sphroe--
You'll find II TX not Hrae-- ..
Now come, my deear, I'll let you bee-ar
How laid oaa your Que Pound TpoP'
The last words One-Pound- Two," were
| given with such emphasis as no Typography
could represent. Mr.. Treat sang them in such
q manner as to captivate the whole Club, giving
q very good idea Of the whining tone Of public
musician; the julep-glasses, all round the
board, keeping enthusiastic time.
s'Let's have him up here, Henihan," ex-
claimed, ''and fresh glasses, too"'
"Sthop y he replied, ..I'u go down fur him
myself" and jumping up, he darted down the
narrow stairway, and, in another instant, re-
| turned with Micky, hat in hand, who made
| bow and sidled off for an humble seat on o
bench across the room.
'Arrah git out of that, Micky !" exclaimed
mine-host; "Sure yer not purtindin' to be
modest are ye? Divil more impident rogue
there is than y'ersilf, fwhen y'ere once found
! outw
.'Come come, Mickyl" said /, "Pve just
ordered you punch here you'd better draw
up before it gets cold; and if you don't object,
I'd like to hear something about you, and your
| manner of life"
'Troth, your honor you re welcome to what
ever happened to me, an if its in airnest yez
arc, fwhy then, here goes ~ Affecting good
deal Of awe Of me, he was contented at receiy-
ing his glass from Henihan, and slipping it
where he sat on the bench. Mick, as he sat
there tasting his punch along with great deal
of shy humor appeared to have good spice
ofthe devil in him--as his heavy brow and broad
lower jaw denoted. These characteristics, in
any other country meaning decision, express q
great deal more in lreland-namely, dogged
obstinacy, whether in the right or wrong, that
| frequently makes the low Irishman no stranger
| to g scrimmages" and other scenes of maybe
worse contention. There were two scars also
on his frontispece, one on the forehead, another
from the cheek to the ear, that evidenced he had
at some period made the acquaintance Of an
exasperated blackthorn-proving the truth Of
what would unmistakably be the first opinion
of him. His head was big and his face red
like my own his shoulders were very broad,
and his big hands hung SO low as to enable him,
did he choose, to hide his dumpy bow-legs from
every view. His voice was very sonorous, but
subject to an occasional shuttle, more unique
than agreeable This gentleman, was his story,
as he sat fondling his sinewy calves.
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