Squatter sovereign., 1856-05-27
Mistellaneous.
THE IRISH ROBBER.


having occasion to visit Dublin, accompa-
MED by his wife and daughter, determined
to perform the journey by easy stages. in
his own carriage, and with his own we'll
fed horses, instead of trusting his bones TO.
the naercies of an Irish pcst-chaise and the
broken garrons used for drawing the crazy
vehicles. One pant of his route was
through a wild aud mountainous district,
and the Bishop being very humane man,
and considerate of his cattle, made point
Of getting his carriage and walking to
the top. On one occasion he had loitered
TO look at the extensive prospect, indulging
in a reverie upon its sterile appearance,
and the change that agriculture might pro-
duce, and in so doing, chanced to suffer his
family and servants to be considerably in
advance. Perceiving this. he FASTENED to
make up for lost time, and was stepping
out with his best speed when fellow leap.
ed from behind heap of loose stones, and
accompanying the flourish of huge club,
with demoniac yell, demanded I" Money"
with ferocity of tone and manner per-
fectly appalling.
The Bishop gave the robber all the sill
yer 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 his tattered
garment, than with another whirl of his
bludgeon, and an awful oath, he exclaim-
ed
"And is it with the likes Of this I'm af-
ter letting you off? few paltrv tenpen-
nies. 1t is the gould I'll have, or I'll spat.
ter your brains. Arrah, don't stand shiv.
ering and shaking there, like a Quaker in
the ague, but lug out your purse, you dlvi
Immediately, OF I'll bate you as blue as a
whetstone.'
His lordship most reluctantly yielded Out
his well filled purse, saying, in tremulous
accents, My good fellow, there it is
don't ill-use me. 1 have given you all
pray letme depart
Fair and softly, if you phase; as sure
as am not a good fellow, havn't done
with you yet, I must search you for your
note case, for I'll warrant you have few
bits of paper payable at the bank; SC
hand it over, or you'll sorrow tonight"
1t was given up; q glance at the road
showed that all hope Of assistance from
his servants was unavailing. The car.
riage had disappeared, but the Bishop made
an instructive movement as though anxious
to escape from further pillage.
"Wait awhile, or maybe I shall get an
cry with you. Hand over your watcf
and seals, and then you may trudge."
| Now, it happened that the divine felt {
particular regard for his watch-not 81
much from its being Of considerable value
but because it had been presented to hin
by his first patron, and he ventured to ex
lpostulate.
"Surely you have taken enough leav,
me my watch, and I'll forgive all you hav,
DONE"
Who axed your forgiveness, you oil
varmint! Would you triAe with my goo'
nature Don't force me to do anythin!
II be sorry for-but, without any NOR
bother, just give me your watch, or by al
that's holy"
And he jerked the bludgeon from hi
right hand to his left, spat on the horn
palm of the former, and grasped the for
midable weapon as though seriously ben
on bringing it into operation. This actor
was not unheeded by his viciim-he drey
forth the golden time-piece, and with
heavy sigh, handed it to has spoiler, VIII
rolling the chain and seals around it, foun
some wider aperture IN his apparel int
which he crammed it; and giving himse
a shake to ascertain that it had found. b
its own gravity, a place of safety, h
said asa ss.sazss
"And now be off with you, and than
the blissed saints that you leave me with
out scratch on your SKIN, or the value {
your little finger hurt"
1t needed no persuasion to induce Ii
Bishop to turn his back upon the spoiler {
his worldly goods, and having no weigh
to carry, he set off at what equestrian
call "hard canter," scarcely, howeve
had he reached the middle of the precip
tous road. when he perceived his persec'
tor running after him. He endeavored I
redouble his speed. Alas! what chans
had he in race with one whose muscl.
Iwere as strong and elastic as highly ten
Ipered steele
:" Stop, you nimble-footed thief Of ii
.x.orld :" narcd the rnhher--.. ston I ts