The Port Gibson reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 185?-1857, 1853-04-27

black things peekinf ont their thin legs An,
dhrawin' them back agiu, IN lazy sort Of a
way
What's thin sez Neal to the fisherman.
Lobsthers. sez the man.
lis iokin ye are sez Neal lobsthers
arc red craythers. a. red as soiers coats, says
be-; for Mlsthrcss Hoolagan, the housekeep-
er at Squire Dooln's, tould me so.
Mlsthress Hoolagan is dacent woman.
an tells the thruth, says the fisherman tbs
\ the bllin' does it, The hot weather turns EN-.
"Ayeh but that bates bannagher sez
Neal.
{" III be PLACED to sell ye one. says the
man tbs the illigantcst atm IT'S what
they feed the great lords an, ladies upon.
" So Neal thought what mighty fac thin
il would be to take the lobsther home wild
him, an dine Cor wapst in bis life for all the
world ike a jintleman.
" is this baste fat says Neal pointin' wild
bis finger to the biggest fellow on the board
Begorra, ye might thry him down an
make sparm candles out Of him, says the
fxherman.
" But il sthrikes me the baste isn't young,
scz Neal, dubously
/" 'Tis aisy to see for yersilf, says the FISH
erman, slyly
" How win do that ? sez Neal.
Hasn't be got two mouths wid teeth in
EN- ? sex the fisherman.
Bedad. but that's thrue. says Neal.
An wild thai he lays hould Of it as bould
as brass, whin WOW clip goes tho claw into
his hand.
Och, murther cries Neal, shakin his
hand wid the black Iobsthor clingin' to it. an
be skippin' about like a monkey on barrel-
organ. Murthos! I'll be kilt intirely. seq
he. Take the baste on. viii ye! IT'S dead
man am this blissid day Och wirra :
wirra whatll become Of Biddy an the child
her? Murther murther The varmint is
sucking all the blood from my body 'tisthat
makes the lobsthers 50 red Sure I ought to
have known it afore Oh. blissed SAINT
pathrick, whatll ! do Good people have
pity on me 'Tis a poor dvil ann, wild
wife an six chidher down in Galway. Take
the baste Of, | say. VIII any good jintle-
man cut his head off. or run a knife down
ais throat
But the crowd they were screechin' wild
laughter. an bouldin' their sides, and nivcr
sowl Of EN- stirred, till big butcher bruk
through 'em wid his cleavcr.
" Hould yer hand down upon the boord,
SEE he to Neal and wild that he chopt off
the claws. an' set sIeGowk free.
Now III pay We for the lObsther if ye
PLACE, said Neal, in passion to the fisher
man.
oh, sez the man, il It's bat:n' yc're af-
ther, we're welcome to It. And wild that, he
sazes couple of lobsthers BY the small Of
the back, an lourishes thim at arms length.
Arrah, come on sez he.
but as soon rs Neal heard the holsters
shakin' an rattIin near his face, he drops his
6sts an runs out of Dublin, wild the people
shoutin' at his heels Faix when he came
back to Galway, there wasn't many of the
BOYS that wor bould enough 10 ask Neal Me-
Gowk to tell em the age Of a lobsther by
lookin' at his teeth. An that's the story,
sir"
"Very admirably embcllished, dare say.
And now, MulroOneT, can dispense with you
for the present; 50 bear in mind what | told
you.
Z" About the mash sir I
" Certainly, about the mash.
"Still, Peter unaccountably fingered and
I was about to ask him why he waited, when
he said. sofly--
II beg yer pardin. sir; but 'tis bothered
intirely am. VIII give her an ould coun
try mash, or an Ameriky mash y
don't know Of any distinction between
them, / answered, rather puzzled in my mind
at what he was aiming at. found Afterwards
he was ignorant Of what mash was. Idon't
know, said l. Of any distinction between
them
/" Arrah, It's reasonable enough that ye
should not, responded Peter.
"Look here, Mlrooney, said ], impatientiy,
want you TO put about two double handsful
of bran into a bucket Of warm water, and,
after stirring the mixture well, to give it to
the black flly That Is what we call bran
mash in this country. Now do you perfectly
understand me 2
Good luck to yer honor, replied Peter,
looking very much relieved for the rascal
had rot the information he was fshining for.
Good luck to yer honor, what nd | be good
for if / didnt Sure, It's the old country
mash, aither ait
II thought as much, said ], 50 now away
with you, and be sure you make no mistake
Tisn't likely III do that sir, said be,
looking very Confidently But about the
warm wather sir :"
"Theres plenty to be had in tae Kitchen.
An the naygur? VIII say till her 'tis
yer honor's ordhers p
Certainly; she'll make no difficulty.
"Ob, begirra, tisn't a traneen | care for
that. But viii give her the full Of the
bucket?p
twill do no harm. said |, carelessly-
Aud, with that, Peter made bis best bow and
departed from my presence.
Z II might have been some ten minutes al
ter this that Mrs Stanley entered the room
whore Twas sitting. and a. she wasstiil some.
what Of an invalid, laid down the book l
had in my hand and lead ng her to the sofa,
arranged the pillows to her liking.
ssT wish You would 20 into tho kitchen.