Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1853-10-28
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Irish Landlord and French Fare.


the little private parlor, back of the
kitchen.
Having rested his weary limbs, which
were somewhat dislocated by ride over
the rough mountains, in a rude specimen
of natures first attempt at cart making.
Monsieur knocked on the table, and
quickly Pat appeared at the summons.
"Well, yer honor?'
"Ah, Monsieur Maitre d Hotel, vii you
be SO goot as to have me some dinner"
Gay, then, to be sure l can, yer honor.
The divil house from this to Squire
Martins can give better accommodations
IL man and stick. My word is
Walk in who PLACES,
The rest 20 to bazes.
Whether the the little French tourist
exactly comrrehended the force of Pats
poetry, it is hard to say at this distance Of
time; but certain it is, he shrugged his
shoulders aud looked black enough.
"But may make bould to ak yer hon.
or, what it is you'd be wautin' for dinner?"
The Frenchnsu's appetite prom pied his
natural aptness, and he therefore guessed
the purport Of Pats query.
"Any peegeon p
"Oh, plinty iv Them
Very veil, oion ami, you get me some
peegson for nay dinner
"Why thin, to be sure, will, yer hon
or, and welcome"
Away went tue host to obey these for
c;gn orders with a remark louder than
thought in his own Of
Blood an ounz, an that's quare taste,
sure enough
Up came the dinner, and down it went
into the secret cavcrns Of French digestion
Next morning Paddy appeared before
bis boarder with
What III yer have for dinner today
'Ah, my good frien', your peegeon goot,
fiery good indeed, | shall have more pee
gecn to day, eh?'
On went the week, and each day was
rhe uniiring ta-te Of the epicurean tourist
surplied with more peegeou.
Saturday came, and with it cane the
host.
'What II yer honor have fer dinner to-
morrow, Sunday, you know ?
Some more peegeon, mon ami, very
goo'.'
'Tro:h and the divil not another push
cen is left i'll the parish, barrin Yer honofd
will ate the ould tom cat himself
'Cat-Thomas Catch: | said pee
geou, my friend
Sure ye did-an' the divil thing else
have given We but pushecu"
'Peegeon that fly, | mean
'Well, cur pusieen will fy at yes too,
il ye tread on her tail
But you did say something about Won
cat " said the trembling Frenchman.
'One cat! Why by the head If Saint
Dennis 'tisnt one, but six cas-, yer honor
ate
Eat six cats what, me eat six cats ?
asked for pesGeon,' yelled TIE petrified
Frencbman.
well, pushcen is what We call little
kittens-wee cats
| did mean pecgeon with wing and
feathers
A light CLEANED upon the hosts knowl-
edge box.
'Uh, be my sowl and conscience, | be-
lieve it WAS pigeons your honor wanted =
.Oui, yes, to besure my friend ="
'Ay, thin, why the di.ii can't you
French people larn 10 talk plain. Sure,
YOU do ate such quare thing as frogs, snails
and rats. bal luck tome if | saw anything
strange in yer calin' for little cats
'Leetle eats. have eat Que, two, six
leetle cats.'
No doubt " it
The grmace which followed the Ger
tdiH'l "a lhio idNt, '"as pe uioiC CdS'it iibt-
giuod tbaa described. The FrcncLnan
qa;ckly packed up and as quickly left II
country that knew no difference between
cats and pigeous. Whether he ever pub
jished his thoughts upon Irish mi.eries We
cannot say, as they were never translated.
WHEN the science of phrenoiogy was
fist bronched by Cal, it met with much
ridcule both in prose and verse. A speci-
men of the latter may be found in the
following:
TO SEEK nrr hssds Of every shape
Bacon aud Sh4k, fear. ass and ape,
Par u.o-i>ts TAKE pains;
Aa. in H. search tn-, surely right,
10. HC'cr ~ syst IN brought to light
~ Hsct "a 'osIi tt srgils.
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