Star of the Kanawha Valley. [volume] (Buffalo, Va. [W. Va.]) 1855-1856, 1855-01-01
Fsf fhestsr 81 the Kanavhs Valley
Put ilurphy'f Pigeons
M NEfHUsKLAH,

had provoked a partial influx of our Gallo
neighbors into Ireland, it happened that
one arrived at ~, and, as q matter Of
course, sojourned at Pat Murphg's. inl.
His first breakfast there had been dis
ussedsapparentIy much to his satisfaction,
and it now only remained to select the ma
terial for dinner from Pats ample bill OF
fare, previous to an intended excursion to
the neishboring Islands. Pat was, sum
moned. y.
swat youhare for dinniere9., demanded
the Frenchman. sf.' e iS,s
What haven'tI, yerhenor? returned
Pat; "why, there's roast, an billed, an
stewed, an fried, an the murphies to the
back " that agin-- and its seldom the likes
IL them crosses the Frcnchmau' muzzla, .
lie added, mentally.
"Tat you lave ,maager?" quoth the
Erenciiman.
"Arrah, be aisy, yer honor rejoincd
Pat, "the divil resary the. taste, " NANCY
meat is under the same roof wild you, bar
rim the ould dog, an he's neither here nor
there in aiting, you know"
"Miserieordep' CALCULATED Monsieur,
somewha. discomposed, and not compre-
bending Pats phraseology. Manager,
say, manger?" .a
"You need ndt becallins q body names
| in jibberish, for all that" said Pat; can
I'll take my Bible oath into the bargain;
that sorry a bit of NANCY or meazly meat
is under the same thatch wild ye.'l' -
..Dablei' cried Monsieur, nearly out
I Of patience 'for dinniere, ! say for din
Mere" n
"Och! as regards the dinner, it is, /" said
Pat; "Musha, sure tould yer honor all
aboutthat long ago: we yer roast, an billed,
an stewed, an fried, but if you wish to
know all the ins and outs ox it, why here's
the bill, and yer honor may choose and
/ pickfor the. matter " tina = n. a.. i
Pat Jagged out his bill of fare, which
t'had been prepared for the occasion by< his
bettcr-half, aud the contents of which he
was as utterly ignorant of as his guest was
before be perused it. In fact, tits a mat
ter Of speculation whether the sum total
at any Period could have been read within
a circuit of many miles. Il
eros beef ?'i inquired the Frenchnnan,
as his eyes caught the first item.3
.::Thunderand ouns," thought Pat, I'm
+dished now altogether, intirely Ra vs.
beef yer honor. tretbs d tafi See its long kin
ea long enough he added mentally,
''seeing how bad luck to the tastcof dead
COW since ould Moleens> leg, last Christ
mas" .~>,.-s. I'D ~. ss.>~. 4
.'Veal?" rejoined Monsieur. III p
''Nor that neither" said Pat, .''its only
Sink, yer homo" stink indecd?'' lie
continuedto himself, for its not dead yet"
"Pigeons?" enumerated the French
man, with the true nasal twang, annulliag
the final $. ....i,.. 4, T.. ....i.-E+
~7"Och! sure that S not in it, cried Pat.
'tWhat the dickens does he mean at all wild
his pushong?'' G. ts-.
"Pigeons!" reiterated the guest. ~
- "Och! bother, sure itsxot game yer ma
king ov me, said Pat. : s.: III
Pigeons" reioined the Frsnchman,
raising his voice. & 5s~5= i,
"By hockey, Ihave it!'' cried Pat, after
avehement scratching of his cartoty pate.
"An' its meself can suit yer honor to hair,
the Pusheens! Faith, its lucky l thought
iv it-wheleuh!'' And he made his exit
in high glee, with his successful illterpre-f
s Ithappenedtllat this identical morning,
Pats domestic cat had achieved her ac-
cptlchment, the event of.which had been
All increase in the family Of. five fine thru
wing kittens, or Pusheens, as, Pat would
term them in his native .parlance. One of
them was, inaccofdance, as he imagined,
with his guests direction, brought to the
knife, dismembered, fried, and in proper
time duly served for dinner. The dish
proved sarory. Monsieur licked his lips,
-aDdon ic-ensuing day repetition of the
precious condiments was ordered, on tie
neXt4n encore, the next a de-capo, and So
on until the sixth. When Pats lPusheens
were exhausted, he made his appearance
before his guest with an unusual sombre
cast of countenancc. II p ~
"Pigeons!'' said the Frenchman.
."All gone, yer honor" returned Pat,
''an' sorry one more in the whole parish
for love nor money, barrin' the ould cat
that's been mousin' here these last four
years, next Patrick mass, Y. I'
4 The last?'' calculated the Frenchman.
3 "What else?" cried Pat.
"CatP' re-echoed the Frenchman, with
a visible emotion of the stomach and coun-
tenance. Pat looked aghast. The French
man stormed and swore, and at length an
explanation took place, and from symp-
toms and sounds, it was easily seen that a
stomach pump was not much needed to
clean the interior Of Monsieur, who did not
fail to remember to the last day of his life,
Pat Murphy and his Pusheens. -
ASoSrMoTs LErTERs.-The following re-
marks on that NEST repsehensible pracsice,
anonymous letter, writing. We find in the
| Philadelphia Ledger. 1t is strong Ian
guage, but nevertheless true:
|. "rhe most pusillimous species of ma,
leyolence which any mean-souled wretch
can exhibit, is the sending of anonymous
letters, with the view Of wounding the
feelings, injuring the business, or blasting
the reputation Of others. The assassin
who, with stiletto in hand, waits in con.
cealment the approach Of his victim, is .