Plymouth advertiser. [volume] (Plymouth, Ohio) 1853-1988, 1854-08-12

turn the cowld shouldher to his old friends,
an 10 brag, an TO boast, as if he bate the
world for wisdom. Arrah, where was
the use Of dacent man demaniEg hisself
in that way Well, one day he took it
into his head to thravel TO Dublin for
divarShin' an mighty purity divarshin
he made of it, sure enough. Och, but iii
a beauty of city, that same Dublin, wild
its four coorts, an its strates Nv fine hou-
ses, an its College green. an its bridges
over the Liffey! By.an-by, Neal sthrolls
TO the market. Bedad, but twas his evil
JANUS that TUX him there, does be think.
in! Af,her admirin the hapes of pita-
tees, and the lashins of bafe, all mutton,
an other vegetables of similar charac-
her, he comes to a fisherman's stall,
where he sees iver so many black things
pokn' out their thin legs an dhrawin
them back agin, in lazy sort Of way.
whats thin 2 sez Neal 10 the fishers
man.
Lobsthers,' sez the man.
'Tis jokin ye are sez Neal, LOB
sthers are red craythers, as red as sojers'
coats sez he: .for Misthress Hoolagan,
the housekeeper at Squire Doolin's, tould
me sO.'
'Misthress Hoolagan is dacent wo-
man, an tells the truth sez the fisher.
man. 'ris the bilin' does it. The hot
weather turns en-
'Ayeh but that bates Bannagher =
sez Neal.
IN be PLACED to sell ye one seq the
man. 'Tis the illegnntest attn! 'Tis
what they feed the great lords and ladies
upon
So Nealthought what mighty thing it
would be to take lobsther home wild
him, an dine, for wanst in his life, for all
the world like jintleman.'
is this basic fat q sez Neal1 pointin
wild his finger to the biggest fellow on
the boord.
'Begorro, ye might thry him down an
make sparm candles out of him. sez the
fisherman.
But it strikes me the baste ISN'T young.
sez Neal, obviously.
'Tis oisy TO SEQ for YOURSELF sez the
fisherman silly.
How will do that?' sez Neal.
Hasn't he got two mouths wild teeth
in 'em ? sez the fisherman.
'Bedad, but that's thrue,' sez Neal
An, wild that, he lays hould Of it, as
bould as brsss--whin WOW ! clip goes
the claws into the hand.
Och, murther cries Neal, shakin' his
hand wild the black lobsther clingin' to it,
an he skippin about like monkey on
barrel organ. 'Murther I'll be killed
intirely! Take the baste off, will ye !!
lis dead man I am this blessed day |!
Och ! wirra! wirra what'll become OF
Biddy an the childher? Murther! the
varmint is suckin all the blood from my
body. Iis that makes the Holsters so
red Sure I ought to have known it alore.
Oh, blissed Saint Pa.hrick. what'll do {?
Good people, have pity on me Tis a
poor divil l am, wild wife an six child
her down in Galway. Take tho baste
off. Will any good jintleman cut his
head off, or run knife down his throat 2
'Bul the crowd they wor screechin' wild
laughter, an houldin' their sides, an niv.
er asoul of'em stirred, till big butcher
bruk thru 'em wild his cleever.
'Hould yer hand down upon the boord,'
seq he to Neal. And wild that, he chopt off
the claws, an set M'Gowk free.
Now Ill pay ye for the lobsther, if ye
Place sez Neal, in a passion, to the fish
erman ......
oh seq the man, if tbs ba,in' ye are
afther, ye're welcom to it, An wild that
he sazes couple oflobsthers by the small
OF the back, and fourishes them at arms
length. 'Arrah, come on sez he.
'But as soon as Neal heard the lobsther
shakin' an railing near his face, he
drops his fist am runs out of Dublin, wild
the people shoutin' at his heels. Faix!
when he came back to Galway, there
wasn't many that wor boud enough 10
ask Neal M Gowk to tell EN- the age of a
lobsther by lookin' at his teeth. An THAT'S
the story, sir
very admirably embellshed, dare say.
And now, NIulrooney, can dispense with you
for the present; so bear in mind what told
you
about the mash, sir?' ..
Certainly, about the NASH ....
Still, Peter unaccountably fingered; and I
was about to ask why he waited, when he said,
softly. ....,'
Ibeg your pardin, sir; but els bothered in
tireiy ON. Will I give her an ould counthry
mash, or an Ameriky mash p ....-. .....
4 don't know of any distinction between
them,' l answered, rather puzzled in my mind
at what he was aiming. found afterwards he
was ignorant of what mash was Il don't
know, said l, 'of any distinction between them
'Arrah, but it's reasonable enough that ye
shouldn't, responded Peter.
Look here, Mulroony,' said I, impatiently,
4 want you to put abovt two double handsfuls
of bran into bucket of warm water, and af-
ter stirring the mixture well, to give it to the
black filly. That is what we call a bran mash
in this country. Now, do you perfectly under
stand me?'
Good luck to yer honor replied Peter, look
| ing very much relieved for the rascal had got
the information he was fishing for 'Good luck
| to yer honor, what 'ud be good for if didn't?
| Sure, It's the ouid couuthry mash, afther ALL
| q thoupht rs much said I. so now avav