The Union and eastern journal. [volume] (Biddeford [Me.]) 1854-1858, 1854-07-14
MISCELLAN EO US.
From the Belle Issembiss,
AN IRISH STORY.

Some time ago was pleasantly surprised
by receiving visit from Harry Stanley, an
old and valued friend Of mine, who owns
plantation some ten miles distant from my
residence. He had ridden across, rs coun-
try.folk often do, not so much because OF
any particular business he had with me, as
to have a chat about old times, and the crops.
and politics, and those lesser matters OF
common interest TO both. As had not seen
Harry for several months. owing to the i'll.
ness of Mrs. Stanley, his visit was even more
than usually agreeable to me, inasmuch US
il proved that my old college chum wes still
the same frank, easy, warm.hearted fellow
rs ever. My first question naturally touched
upon the health Of Mrs. Stanley, which !
was cratiiied to learn had greatly improved
of late Afterwards we fell into social
conlab, and when the newer topics Of the
day were exhausted. Henry strolled with
me around the farm. noting with practised
eve The growing grain, and specializing upon
the probabilities OF u beautiful harvest. Hav-
ing extended our walks across the fields, we
took to the hills beyond, and at length seat.
ed ourselves beneath fine old cheslnut.tree,
from whence there was noble prospect OF
the surrounding country. Taking a cigar
from n case he was accustomed to carry in
his pocket, my friend proceeded leisurely to
lig0 it; and, when this feat was accom-
piished, and few whiffs had been taken in
silence, all ut once, and to my great sur
prise, he suddenly broke out with, Il say,
Urban, do you know anything of one Peter
MulroOneyl"
"why do you ask?" said 7.
"Oh, nothing; only he claims you rs a
warm friend OF his, and referred me to your
respectable self for his character. | didn't
want to bother you, however, ai the time
but happening just then to need hand, ]
hired him ut once, and do assure you his
character soon made itself apparent with
out any further trouble. Alter he had
been with me for week or so, doing nothing
properly, thought you might have dis
charged him for some misdemeanor or other,
aud concluded to catecbise my gentleman a
little. $50 you know Mr.. Urban, Mulroo-
neyl" said |.
"Deed, sir,n said he, 'tis proud am to
say that sume; for sure there isn't dacent.
er jntleman, barrin' it's yerself, IN all Amer
ky
Il am happy TO hear nm 80 well spoken
of; but, il you were so much attached to
him, why did you quit his service X"
Sorra one o me knows" he replied. q
little evasiyely. us thought. "Ayeh, but
twasn't his fault, anyhow?
:" dare say not. But what did you do
AFTER you left Mr.. Urban
" Och, bad luck to me. sir, twas the
foolishest thing in the world. married a
wildly, sir.
And Secame householder, eh!
"Augh 4" he exclaimed, with an express
sion OF intense disgust. twas too hot Tor
that, does be ihinkin'."
Humph You found the widow too fond
Of having her own way, suppose :"
"Thrue for you, sir; an a mighty crook
ed way it was, that same, an that's no lie. "
"She managed to keep you straight, 1
dare say"
I" Straight! Och. by the powers. Mis-
ther Stanley, We may say that! II I'd q
swallowed q soger' sramrod, ,'tisn't straight
er I'd ha' been.'
I" And the result was. that not approving
Of the widows discipline, you ran away and
! left her !" ..f - N