Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1853-12-30
A GREAT MULR00NEY STORY.
ALL ABOTT TIN DELANEY HO " I7E WENT cOOR
TIN ND HIS MASTHER, AND TIE NSE0UlNCES
IY sYLvANUs URBAN, JR.

TIN ND HlSMASTHER. AND TIE ECONSEQUlNCEl
EY sYLvANUs URBAN, JR.
Wanst upon time-an', sure that's no,
so long ago, afther all-there wor a crate
ri'ndship betune the families of the Sui
livans an :he O'Briens; but, by raison OF
their livin' long ways apart, they nive,
sot eyes ache other for many's the year.
th'ugh they KEEP up the culd goodwill by
writin' le'thcrs back an fore, wild the shu.
perscupshins of, Yer humble sarvint to
command, Murtoch O. Bren, ma bouchal;
or, May the heavenz be yer Ied, an glo.
ry be wild ye, Dennis Sullivan hagur.
. Well, the years rowled by, an, in the
mare time, the sunshine lived fnriver in
the house of Murtoch 'Brien, in the shape
ola daughthcr that bate wurcld for beauty;
while Dennis Sullivan wor prouder of his
son Maurice nor if he had found all the
goold mines of Californy, wild all the joocls
Of the Aist Injees to the top of 'em. Oh,
fax, but yc may be sartin that the ould
min in their lctthers gossirped about the
childher, an thar Misthcr O'Brien, bein'
discinded from the anshint kings of Mum
sther, behaved his daughther Norah the
aqnil of any princess in Eurip and Ashley,
le'iin' alone the Turkeys and the Roosih-
erS-Rooshins, | manc-an' the Jarmans,
an the Frinch, an all the other hay,hens
Well, by coorse, by an by, youn: Mas
thcr Maurice an the bu,iful Miss Norah
wor conthr'ctcd thcgither by the ould peo-
pie; though, it's the thruth I'm sayin', ma
ihcr of the Youngsters wor beknowin' to
it at all, until wan day when Maurice wor
near grown to be a man, his fadhcr up an
tould him what he had done. Well an
good, seq Maurice, for he wor mighty
purity behaved young jinileman; an, wild
that, he grasses over the salt say into for
rim parts, where he larned to ate frogs in
France, an to sleep undher feather bed
in Jarmany, wild his cxthremities stickin'
out. BY an by, whin he had finished his
cddicashin at the Jarman Univarsity, by
dhriIlin' hole wild a small sword through
the arum of wan Count Dondher at Blk
um, an by bein' mor;ially wounded in his
uudher garmint hissclf. Maurice thravels
back 10 the ould country. Oh, but Den
MS Sullivan wor mighty plascd to shake
hands wild his darlin' boy agin. an he
grown 50 tall, an sthrnDg, an manly like.
Maurice, avourueen. SEE his fadher, ,find-
herly, seem lis Of age ye are, an may be
I'll not be wild ye long, sure it 'u'd be
plasin' me TO see yeez marri'd at wanst to
Norah o Bricn, sez he.
But how will | tell whether I'll like her
or no? sez Maurice, dub'ously.
BY raison that she's hairess and a crate
beauty, sez the ould jintleman.
Trims good things in their way, sez
Maurice; but may be I'll be ruinishin'd,
afther all, wild the crooked timper.
Make yerself parfaitly aisey on that
score, Maurice ma bouchal, sez his fadher.
Honey isn't swater, nor butther safter.
May be tits too saft she is, sez Maurice.
Tare an ounties! sez the ould jintle-
men, in CRATE passion. What 'u'd yees
like to have, I'd be plased to know Isn't
Murtoch O'Brien my ould fri'nd, an wan
niver had quarrel wild in my life, ba.in'
the bottle he tbrow'd at my head at ould
Trinity, an the bullet | lodged in his
side on the banks of the Liffey one morn?
Sure, af,her that affecshinate raymons:h-
rance we wor betthcr fri'nds nor iver we
wor before.
Well, by this on by that, seein' the
ould jintleman wor bint upon a match,
Maurice consints to ride over an coort the
young lady, purvided he might take wild
him his fos,hercr, wan Tim Delaney. Sure
| know'd him well, for he wor own cousin
to myself by the mudher's side, an he it
wor as tould me this s'hory.
Take him by all manes, sez the ould
jintleman I've not the laste objeckshin.
'Tis dacent lad he is, an betther face
or a mater figure, barrin' yer own, Maurice
Gear, there's not to be found in all the
countby. He deserves to be put forrid in
the wureld He's not althcgither an igno-
raymus nayther, sez he, for Fadher Dorau
ihried to bate the humanities into him for
the matther of two sais 1ns; an, though
he butthcrs his mattymattcks wild poctical
con,hribushins, an peppers an salts the
larned langwidgcs wild aljebrayicakal cal
kilations, there's dale of laruin' in that
head of his, av he only understood the
manage of it.
So, wild that, Misthcr Maurice sed he
wor contint, AN, sendin' his thrunk on afore
him by the faymale stage, he
Stop! stop. Mulrooney! l was not
aware Of any distinction between one stage
and another. Will you do me the favor
to enlighten me?
Arrah now, said Peter, boldly, don't I
IL Al.