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

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the ould man for fun undher the fifth rib,
It's there ye are. Sure, tits reasonable, SEE
he, young jintlemau should folly the
fashi'ns
Oh, sez the squireen, an thin 3 the
fashi'ns, is they?
What 'u'd they be good for, if they
wor mt sez Tim.
Faix, nothin' at all, I b'lieve, SEE the
squireen. Whin did ye Fave home, Mis-
ther Sullivan sez he.
Delaney, av ye phase.
Blur an agars . sez the ould man, don
l know that, Misther Delaney Sullivan!
We'll, says Tim to hisself, anyway it's
no mat,her-I'll be kilt an transported
whin Misther Maurice comes. Sure, if he
will parsist in callin' me Sullivan, ':isn''
good manners to contradict him
An how did ye Pave the family? sez
the squireen.
Well, an hearty, SCI Tim; wild no sari,
Gus disordher, barrin' the loss of suckln
pis wild dc maislcs.
\ sucsin' pig in the family? SEE the
ould man. A suckin' pig, did ye say
Sure, thin s not human.
Och, what II l be sayin' wild the crate
Llisther on my tongue? Sure, twor Mt
any pig at all, all. Twas the baby, w'd
the SMALLPOX.
The shma!lpox shrieks the squireen-
oh, he aft wid yc. don't come a-near Inc
I'm frikened to death already.
Mllia mur,her. says Tim, III be beside
myself prsin,ly. don't manc the shmall'
pox, nor the chiIJer. Where 'u'd they
come from, I'd like to know! But the
docther no, | don't name that-the mas
ther-no, not the mas,hcr-the weeny-
arrah, botherashin to me, I'd be Obleeged
to ye if yed tell me what name for,
deed an deed, the beauty of the young
lady has put the comether on my sluscs
en'hirely.
Faix, b1ieve so, sez the squireen. But
here comes the pothcen, says he, an 'tis
the sov.'rnst thing in the wureld for .
crooked tongue.
Mos,ha, but it's the raal stuff, too sea
Tim, iakin' long pull at the noggin, an
smacEin- his lips.
An SO yo left the ould folk quite well
sez the squrcen.
Brave an hearty, seq Tim. The ould
man wor brakin' stones TO mind the pike
wild, an the ou.d mi.her wor knittin' new
heels to an ould pair of stockin's.
I'm 'undcrsthruck seq Mi>ther o. Brien
to think that the blood Of the Sullivans
sh'uld demane thimseves by br'akin' stone
for road an patchiu' stockin's!
Thim's fggcrs of spache, SEE Tim, sare,
l name shupcrintindin' of thin.
Throth an its hard to tell what ye name,
Misther Delaney Sullivan, ,sez the squireen.
A young jintleman as is colIege-bred
shouldn't condesciud to quare fggers the
likes O thin. An now I'll be prascd to
have taste o yer l'arnn'.
Sure, it 'u'd nayther be dacent, nor
proper, nor expadient, in one Of my birth
an' breedin, to show off my parts upon
jintleman of your wonderful sagashity.
The natheral modes,y that is the predomi-
natin' trait in my charackther, won't let
me. Thin as is my aquils, has acknowl-
edged my sbupariority; and the masther
hissef couldn't folly me in the langwidges,
an the humanities, an in single an double
fluxshins, to say nothing of my extinsive
in algebrayical mattymattocks
an the other parts of profane hsthory Of a
similar cognashus cLarackther.
Spake palmer, sez the squireen, for yc
does he puzzlin' me wild the hard words as
seems to have no sinsc in 'em.
I'd be bothered to find it if they did, scz
Tim, silly, to hisself But he scz to the
squrccn, sez he, How will | difinilive'y
cxpurgatc the profound MANN of the
an>hlnt Philosophers widout smudherin' ye
wild the classicalities Isn't it the big
words as makes the farnin'? Akin yer
pardin. Misther O'Bricn, but tits well
bcknownst to jinileman of your exthraor-
binary mintal an quizzical facilities, that
the construction of the words Constitutes
the differ of langwidges, of which pothooks
an hangers is the iliments.
Bedad, but there's some thruth in that,
scz the squireen, barrin' the manner of
it.
Arrah thin, SCI Tim, I'm PLACED to hear
ye say so; an, if it's agreeable to yees,
well drop the discoorse for the prisent To
tell yc the blessed thru,h, Misthcr o Brien,
it's dead bate wild the long thravel l am,
an, wild your permission, III be bould to
yer sarvint to fling me clane
lock O sthraw in one corner Of yer honor's
kitchen for the night.
Oh, but may be the ould sqnireen didn't
stare at Tim wild all his eyes in Aal arm