Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1854-07-19

will We IRIS a dead man I am this blessed
day! Och! wirra wirra what'fl become
of Biddy an the chidher :? Murtherl
murther! the varmint is sucking all the
blood from my body. IT'S that that makes
the Holsters so led. Sure | ought to have
known it afore. Oh, blissed Saint Path
rick, what'll | do? Good people, have pity
on me IT'S poor devil am, wild wife
an six childher down in Galway. Take
the baste off, say Will any good jintle-
man cut his head off, or run knife down
his throat1
But the crowd they wor screetthfn' wid
laugter, an houldin' their sides, an niver
a soul of EN- stirred, till big butcher bruk
through 'em wld his clever
'Hould yer hand down upon the boord,
sez he to Neal. And, wild that he chopt
off the claws, an set M 'Gowk free.
Now, I'll pay you for the lobsther, if ye
Place seq Neal IN FASHION, to the fisher
man.
oh, SCI the man, if 'tis batin' ye're
afther, ye're welcome to it, An with that,
he sazes couple of lobsthers by the small
of the back, and Aoutlshes them at arms
length. 'Arrah, come on ! sez he.
But as soon as Neal heard the lobs,hers
shakin' an rattlln' near his face, he drops
his fists an runs out of Dublin, wild the peo-
pie shoutin' at his heels. Faix when he
came back to Galway, there wasn't many
O. the boys that wor bold enough to ask
Neal M'Gowk to tell 'em the price of lob
sther by lookin' OF his teeth. An that's
the story, sir"
Very admirably embelished, l dare say.
And now Mulrooney, can dispense with
you for the present; SO bear IN mind what
| told you.' s
About the mash, sir =
Certainly about the mash
Still, Peter unaccountably fingered and
| was about to ask why he waited, when he
said softly,
Il beg your pardin, sir; but 'tis bothered
intirely am. Will give her an ould
country mash, or an America mash 7"
Il don't know of any distinction between
them,' answered, rather puzzled in my
mind at what he was aiming. found at
forwards that he was ignorant of what a
mash was. i don't know, said |, of any
distinction between Them
'Arrah, It's reasonable enough that ye
shouldn't, responded Peter.
Look here, Mulrooney,' said /, impa-
tiently, i want you to put about two double
handfuls OF bran into bucket OF warm wa
ter, and after stirring the mixture well, to
give it to the black filly. That is what we
call bran mash in this country. Now, Go
you perfectly understand me z
Good luck to yer honor, replied Peter,
looking 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 ould country
mash, aither all.
i thought as much said l., $50 now a.
way with you, and be sure you make no
mistake.
''Tisn't likely I'll do that, SIR, SAID he,
looking very confidently. But about the
warm wather, sir "
There's plenty 10 be had in the kitchen.
AN the naygur? Will | say till her
It's yer honor's ordhers :
Certainly, she'll make no difficulty
'Oh, begorra, 'tisn't traneen | care for
that But will give her the full Of the
bucket, sir >
"Twill do her no harm, said I, careless
ly. And with that Peter made his best
bow, and departed from the presence.
1t might have been some ten minutes at-
ter this that Mrs Stanley entered the room
where l was sitting, and, as she was still
somewha, of an invalid; | laid down the
book had in my hand, and leading her to
the sofa, arranged the pillows to her liking.
Il wish YOU would 60 into the kitchen,
George she said, as was disposing light
shawl about her person. i am afraid there
is something wrong between that lrishman
of yours and Phillis. Roth their voices ap-
peared to be good deal raised as crossed
the hall; and | heard the man say some
thing about some orders you had given
him.
oh, lis nothing, my dear, | said, half
laughing. i understand it all. Mulrooney
requires some hot water, which Philis, who
bears him no love, has, | suspect, declined
to give him.
Ny explanation scarcely satisfied Mrs.
Stanley, who seemed to think that the dis
turbance was greater than would be likely
to arse from such triAe. However, she
said nothing more, and was searching for
passage in my book which thought would
please her, when all at once we were star
lied by a distant crash Of crockery ware
plates and dishes in fact as afterwards dis
covered. 70 add to our annoyance, this
crash was speedily followed by half sup
pressed shrek. Mrs. Stanley started up.
in alarm.
DO 90 and see what is the matter George,
said she. 4 told you was sure it was
something serious. That Irishman will be
the death of Phillis some of these days:
they are always quarrelIing.'
Scarcely rauslng to listen TO the closing
portion of my wile's speech, | hurried from
the room land soon heard, as Ipassed through
the hall, an increasing clamor in the kitch-
en- beyond. First OF all came the shrill
voice of Phillis.
'Ha' done, say won't hab muffin to
do wid the stuff, nairawayH
You ugly an conthtairy ould naygur,
don't tell ye It's the masters ordhers ? |
heard Peter respond.
''Taint no seech thing. Go way, you
poor white Irisher tell 'se l WON'T
Who ebba heard OBJ a colored 'ooman ta-
kin bran mash afofe, I'd like to know"
The whole truth of what had been sus-
pecting for some time flashed upon me at
once, and the fun of the thing struck me so
irresstibly that | hesitated for while to
break in upon 1t.
'Arrah, be aisy, can't ye' and take the
dose like dacent naygur.'
Go way, tell 'ee 7 screamed Phillis.-
IN call missus, dat | VIII
Och, by this an by that said Peter,