Washington telegraph., 1856-02-20
The Irish RObber,

Ut W., the Bishop OF Cashel, bay-
ing occasion TO visit Dublin, accompanied
by his wife and daughter, determined to
perform the journey by easy stages, in his
own carriage, and with bis own sleek and
well-fed horses, instead Of trusting his bones
to the tender mercies OF an Irish post chaise
and the unbr oxen garrons used for drawing
these crazy vehicles.
One part of his route was through wild
and mountainous district and the Bishop
being very humane man. and considerate
of his cattle, made point of quitting his
carriage at the foot of every hill and walk
ing to the top. On one occasion he had
loitered to look at the extensive prospect,
lndulglng in reverie upon its sterile ap-
pearance. and the change that agriculture
might produce. and in so doing Glanced TO
suffer his family and servants to be consider
ably in advance. Perceiving this, he hast
ened to make up for lost time, and was step
ping out with his best speed. when fellow
leaped from behind heap of loose stones,
and accompanying the flourish OF a huge
club with a demoniac yell. demanded mon
ey.,'' with a ferocity of tone and manner
perfectly appalling.
The Bishop gave the robber all the silver
he had loose in his pocket hoping that it
would satisfy him but he was mistaken.
for no sooner had the ruffian slowed it away
in capacious rent in bis tattered garment
than with another whirl of his bludeeon,
and an awful oath, he exclaimed
and is it fer the likes of this In, afther
lettin' ye off ? a few paliry tenpennies.-
It's the gould Iii have. or Iii spatter your
brains. Arrah, don't stand shive-inc and
shaking there, like a Quaker in the ague,
but lug out your purse, you divil, inmedi-
ately, or Iii bate you as blue as a whet-
stone''
His lordship most reluctantly yielded his
well-h lied purse. saying in tremulous ac-
cents, My good fellow, there it is don't i'll
use me-I've given you all. pray let me de-
part.
''Fair and softly if you please; as sure as
| am not good fellow. hav'ut done with
you yet | must sarch for your note case,
for III engage YOU have few bits of paper
payable at the bank: so hand it over, Or
you'll sorrow tonight
1t was given up; a glance at the road
showed that all hope of assistance from his
servants was unavailing. The carriage had
disappeared, but the Bishop made an in
stinctive movement as though anxious to
escape from further pillage
"Wait awhile. or maybe l shall get an
CRY with you. Hand over your watch and
sales, and then you may trudge"
Now it happened that the Divine felt a
particular regard for his watch-not SO
from It's being of considerable value, but be-
cause it had been presented to him by his
first patron, and be ven;ured to expostulate
Surely you have taken enough; leave
ne my watch. and I'll forgive all you have
done
:'Who ax'd your forgiveness, you OLD var
mint? Would YOU trife with my good ma
ture! Don't force me to-do anything I'd
be sorry for-but, without any more bother.
just give me your watch. or, by all that 5
holy
And be jerked the bludgeon from his
right hand to his left, spat on the horny
palm of the former. and regrasped the for
midabe weapon as though seriously bent on
bringing it into operation /; this action was
not Undecided by his victim he drew forth
the golden time-piece, and with heavy
the chain and seals around it, found some
wider aperture in his apparel into which he
GRAINED it; and giving himself shake to
ascertain that it had found by its own gray
ity, a place Of Safety,iIe said =
And now be off With you, and thank
the blessed saints that you leave me without
scratch on your skin, or the value Of your
little finger hurt
1t needed no persuasion to induce the
Bishop to turn his back upon the despoiler
of his worldly goods, aud having no weight
to carry he set off at what cquestrians term
"a hard canter:; scarcely. however, had he
reached the middle of the precipitouS road,
when he perceived his persecuter running
after him. He endeavored to redouble his
speed. Alas, what chance had he in a
race with one whose muscles were as strong
and elastic as highly tempered steel ?
stop. you nimble-footed thief of the
world ~ roared the robber-s'S | tell
you, I've parting word with YOU
The exhausted and defenceless clergy
man, finding it impossible to continue his
fight, suddenly came to stand still. The
fellow approached and his face. instead Of
its former ferocity, was lit up with whin-
sical roguishness Of expression. as he said
land is 1t likely I'd let you off with bet
ter coat on your back than my own and l
viii be afther losing the chance of the lie
CANT bat and wig Of with them this mo-
ment. aud then you II be quit o me- -
The foot-pad quietly divested the Bishop
of his single breasted coat-laid violent
hands upon the clerical hat and full-bottom-
ed wig-put them on his own person. and
then insisted on seeing his late apparel used
in their stead and with loud laugh ran
off. as though his last feat had been the mos
meritorious of his lfe
Thankful at having escaped with unbro
ken bones, his lordship was not long in over