Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1855-07-04

raison that the goose was no more in
the flower of her blame.
"Well, the king was nigh broken
hearted, and melancholy intirely, and
was walkin' one mornin' by the edge Of
the lake, lamenlin' his cruel fate, an
thinkin' O. drownin' himself, that could
get no divarshin in life, when all of a
suddint, turnin' round the corner be-
want, who should he meet, but mighty
dacent lookin' young man comm up to
him.
God save yOu,' said the king, (for the
king was civil spoken gintleman, by all
accomts) God save you,' says he to the
young man.
God save you, kindly says the young
man back to him again; God save you,
King o'TOOle,' says he.
True for you,' says the king, Il am
King O'Toole,' says he, Prince and
plenny -penny-tinchey O. these parts
But how KEN you to know that?'
ooh, niver you mind,' says Saint Ka-
win.
For you see,' said old Joe, in his un.
der tone again, and looking very know
ingly, sit was Saint Kavin, sure enough
the saint himself in disguise, and no
body else.
'Oh, niver mind says he, 4 know
more than that says he, NOR twice
that
And who are you that makes so
bowld, says he; who are you at all at
an?'
'Oh, niver you mind says Saint
Kavin, who am you'll know more O.
me, before we part, King O'Toole, says
he.
I'll be proud O. the knowledge O. your
acquaintance, SIR says the king, mighty
p'lite.
Troth, you may say that says St.
Kavin. And now, may I make bowld
to ak how is your goose, King o'ToOle?'
says he.
'Blur-an.agers, how KEN you to know
about my goose q says the king.
'Oh, no matther, 1 was given to un.
derstand it, says st. Kavin.
'oh, that's folly to talk" says the
king because myself and my goose is
private friends, and no one could tell
you,' says he, 'barrin' The fairies
'Oh, thin, it wasn't the fairies says
Saint Kavin, 'frz I'd have you to know,
says he, '::nat 1 don't keep the likes O.
sitch company
You might do worse, then, my gay
fellow says the king, for it's they could
show you a crock O. money as aisy as
kiss hand and that's not to be sneezed
at, Gays the king, 'by poor man. says
he.
May be, I've betther way of maxim
money myself says the saint.
by gor,' says the king, 'barrin'
you're coine-,' says he; that's impos-
sible!'
'I'd scorn to be the like, my lord j
says St. Kavin, mighty high, I'D scOn
to be the like says he.
Then, what are you % says the king,
that makes money SO aisy, by your own
account p
I'm an honest man. says Saint Ka-
win.
We'll, honest man, (says the king, }
how is it that you make your money SO
aisy p
by maxim ould things as good as
new, says Saint Kavin.
Blur an-ouns, is it a tinker you are q
says the king.
No, (says the saint I'm no tinker
by thrade, King O'ToOle; I've bet
ther thrade than tinker, (says he, y
what would you say, (says he,) if 1
made your old goose as good as new?'
My dear, at the words O. maxim his
goose as good as new, you'd think the
poor ould kings eyes was ready to jump
out iv his head. And, (says he, y
troth, then, I'd give you more money
nor you could count, (says he, )-if you
did the like; and I'd be behoulden to
you into the bargain
Il scOrn your dirty money! says Saint
Kavin.
Faith, then I'm thinkin' a trife O.
change would do you no harm,' says
the king, loOkin' up sly at the old eau.
Leen that Saint Kavin had on him.
Il have VOW agin ii, (says the saint, }
and am book sworn, (says he, } never to
have gold, silver, or brass in my compa-
ny
'Barrin' the trihe you can't help says
the king, mighty cute, and looking him
straight in the face.
You Just hit it, (says Saint Kavin, }
but though 1 can't lake money. (says
he, J l could take few acres o land, If
you'd give them to me-
with all the veins o my heart, (says
the king if you can DO what you say.