Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1853-12-30

eu'hHeiJ, ny Iuahln ulckS0unary OF my
self
Let nc jog your memory, then. Mau-
rice sent his trunk on before
That's it, said Peter, by the faymale
stage, an set out on hoseback wild hisself
an Tim, bright an early the mkt morn,
for Carrigathroid. Well, they hadn't gone
more nor a few miles, afore little Micky
Dunn, the stable boy, comes tearin' down
the road to say that the masther had been
takin' suddintly wild fit of the gout, au'
that Misther Maurice must 90 back an
attiud the sale of Ned Ryan's place, rs
the oulI jintleman wanted it to square off
the corner Of the upper farm.
Oh, musha, thin, but what'll do ? seq
Maurice. 'Tis unlucky to turn back an ,
besides, my tbrunk is gone on afore, wild
all thc'b'utyful clothes in it l brought from
France an Jarmany
! Fax, but that's bad! scz Tim; an l
mistLrustin' Andy Shchan, the dhriver.
May be It's bet,her I'd thravel on afthcr
him?
Decd an deed, I think so too, SCI
Maurice. An take this kay along wild
ye, Tim, scz he, an sarch if the things
isn't spirited away, or smashed up cnthrc-
ly. An Tim, SCI he, there s letther
of interjuckshin in the thrunk which l
want yces to deliver at wanst, for fear the
sguireen ii be onaisey, as he expected me
the day. An, Tim, seq he, lowerin' his
voice, I'll be p!ascd if ye ii take it to
Carrigathroid ycrsclf, an see if Miss No
rah is half so purity an good as fadher sez
she is.
Why would mt she be, seq Tim, if
the masther scz so?
Throth an l dun no, scz Maurice;
but Il d like to larn that aforeband from
yer own lips, Tim, avick.
Faix, that s ai>ey enough, does be
thinkin', seq Tim. You folly afthcr as
quick as ye can, Misther Maurice an, in
the name time, seq he, | III pay my re-
spicts to the family.
So, wild that, they took lave of one an
o.L.-, 49, Tfr. thr.-alod m TO tho
where the young masther's thrunk wor left,
bit of mile or so from O'Brien's, :, of Car
riga'hroid
Whe,c s the thrunk rs wor left here
by Andy Shehan? sez lie to the woman
of the stage-housc.
Up stairs, seq she, all safe an
sound.
III see that, sez he. An up stairs
he goes an opens the thrunk, an looks
over the clo'es, an the di,nont pins, an
the goold watch, an the chains an rings
galore; an, sure enough, they wor all
there, nate an nice, as Ally Bawn said
when the six childher fell into the saft of
the bog. Oh, murther, but now comes the
sthrangest part of the sthory. When Tim
seed the things forenent him, an how b'u-
tyful they wor, he begins to wondher how
he'd look in them; an thin he looks at
his own coorse clothes, all rlasthercd and
besmudthered over wild the dirthy wather
Of the road
Then said he, How will carry the
mas;her's letther to the big house, lookin'
for all the wureld like dirthy bogthrot-
ter? Sure I'd be shamefaced to show
myself in dacent company. IT'S mighty
fine thing to be a jintleman. Oh-h-, but
thim's the grand coats an pantalloons an
gooldcn things-sure, thinks the likes of
'em wor niver seed afore. May be Misther
Maurice wont bo onaisy if l loan 'em for
a bit while, ispishilly as it's his sarvice
III be on. Sure, it's no harum to thry if
they fits me, SCI he. An, begorra, afore
he knowed it, he wor dhressed in them
butiful garments, lookin' grandcr nor iver
he did iG his mortal life Presently, he .
filings back the dure. descinds the stairs
wild all the goold chains dangln' about his
neck, the fine goold watch fashioned by a
raal dimont pin to the breast of his howcry
silk wcskit-for how would they know he .
had such purity things, if he didn't show
them?
Och, but it does my heart good to see
such 4 han some jint,eman seq the mis-
thress of the house, wild low curchey-
didn't know yer honnor wor the ra-ai
quality the minnit seen the shine of yer
face at the dure? Indade, it's the thruth
I'm sayin', p!az, goodness.
Arrah, now, be done wild yer barney.
said Tim, fourishin' white han kercher
stronger wild scint nor fower-garden-
don't conthaminatc yer centhrifujals by
spakin' so odoriferously, SEE he, but tell
me, like the daccnt woman ye are, where
III sarch for barber?
That's aiscy, SEE she, for sure there's
wan next durc to the corner.
SO wild that out goes Tim, houldin' up
his pantaloous with both hands to keep 'em
claue, an presently he steps into the bar
bcr's shop as bould as lord.