The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1856-03-18
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THE IRISH RoBBER.

sion to visit Dublin, accompanied by his wit
and daughter, determined to perform the jour
IRey by easy stages, in his own carriage, ant
+ with his own sleek and well fed horses, instea
: |of trusting his bones to the tender mercies @
an Irish post-chaise, and the unbroken garron
; used for drawing these crazy vehicles.
One part of his route was through a wilt
and mountainous district; and the Bishop be
, ling very humane man, and conSiderate of hi
cattle, made point of quitting his carriage a
the foot ofeyery hill and walking to the top
ION one occasion he had loitered to look at the
extensive prospect indulging in a reverie upon
its sterile appearance and the change that ag-
lriculture might produce, and in SO doing
chanced to suffer his family and servants to be
considerably in advance. Perceiving this, he
hastened to make up for lost time, and was
stepping out with his best speed when a fellow
leaped from behind heap of loose stopes, and
accompanying the flourish of huge club with
a demoniac yell, demanded money! with a
ferocity of tone and fury perfectly appalling.
The Bishop gave the roober 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 his tattered garment than with anoth-
er whirl of his buldgeon, and an awful oath he
exclaimel-
| And is it with the likes of this Pm after
letting you off? few paltry tippennies. It's
the gould I'll have, or I'll spatter your brains.
ArFah, don't stand shiYering and shaking there
like a Quaker in the ague, but lug out your
purse, you devil, Immediately, or I'll bate you
as blue as whetstone."
| His lordship most reluctantly yielded his
well filled purse, saying in tremplous accents
my good fellow there it is, don't i'll use me-
I've give you all, pray let me depart"
"Fair and softly, if you please; as sure as l
am not good fellow, 1 haven't done with you
lyet. / must search for your note case for I'll
engage you have few bits of paper payable at
the bank, SO hand it over, or you'll sorrow to-
night"
1t was given up; glance at the road showed
that all hope of assistance from his servants
was unavailing. The carriage had disappeared
but the Bishop made an instructive movement
as though anxious to escape from further pill
age. srJ 5
wait awhile, or maybe shall get angry
with you. Hand over your watch and seals
and then you may trudge."
Now, it happened the divine felt partieu-
lar regard for his watch--not so much from it's
being of considerable value, but because it had
been presented to him by his first patron, and
he ventured to expostulate.
Surely you have taken enough; leave me
my watch, and I'll forgive you all you have
done.''
"Who ax'd your forgiveness, you old var
mint? Would you trifle with my good ma
tire? Don't force me to do anything III be
sorry for-but without any more bother, just
give your watch or by all that's holy
And he jerked the bludgeon from his right
hand to his left spat on the hoary palm of the
former and grasped the formidable weapon as
though seriously bent on bringing it into ope-
ration. This action was not unheeded by his
yictim-he drew forth the golden me-piece,
and with heavy sigh handed it over to his |
spoiler who, rolling the chain and seals around
it, found some wide Aperture in his apparel
into which he crammed it;and giving himself a
shake to ascertain that it had found, by its own
gravity, place of safety, he said:
"And now be off with you, and thank the
blisesd saints that you leeve me without a
scratch on your skin. or the value of your lit
tie finger hurt"
It needed no persuasion to induce the Bish-
op to turn his back on the dispoiler Of his
worldly goods and having no weight to carry
he set off at what equestrians terms "a hard
eanter;" scarcely however, had he reached the
middle of the precipitous road, when he per-
ceived his prosecutor running after him. He
endeavored to redouble his speed. Alas! what
chance had he in a race with one whose mus
eles were as strong and elastic as high temp e1d
steel?
"Stop you pimble footed thief of the world''
roared the robber-"Stop, l tell you; Pye a
parting word with you yet"
The exhausted and defenceless clergyman,
finding it impossible to continue his flight sud-
denly came to a stand-still The fellow ap-
preached, and his face instead of its former
ferocity, was lit up with whimsical roguish- |
ness of depression as he said-"and is it likely
I'd let you off with better coat on your back /
than my own? and will l be after loosing the
chance of that elegant hat and wig? Ofwith
them this moment and then you will quit O.
with me?''
The footman quickly diyested the Bishop Of
his single-breasted coat-laid violent hands
upon the clerical hat and full -bottomed wig
put them on his own person., and then insisted
on seeing his late apparel used in their stead;
and with a loud laugh ran off, as though the
last feat had been the most meritorious of his
life
Thankful of having escaped with unbroken
bones, his lordship was not long in overtaking
his carriage; the servants could not repress |
their laughter at seeing their master in such
strange and motley attire; but there was in 1t
such evidences of terror and suffering that
they speedily choked their risable inclinations
particularly when they learned by few brief
words what he had undergone.
sMy dear w." exclaimed his afec !
tionate wife, after listening to the account Of
the perils to which her husband had been ex-
posed. aFor Heavens sake take off that fiI-
thy jacket and threw it out of the window
You can put my warm cloak over your shoul- |