Daily Iowa State Democrat. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1856-1859, 1857-10-15
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DAVENPORT. ..-oCroBER Is. 1857
A BEAUTIFUL LEGEND.
BY BARNEY.
Mr.. Patrick ORourte, from the City Of Corr,
Was an Irishmsn stately and tall
As ever played rub. 81 . bscheior's cisb,
Or danced, 81 . bseheior's bail.
His eycs they were bright. % the stars In the nigAt
when Ph,ebus hss gone :, repose;
And they winhled from HIS fsce, with ,mics grace.
Al The tip Of his jelly red ne.
His "iIiigant" shspc, spite Of nee5les and tspe,
Exhibited Rsniins - rare,
And the ladies excla M with sblushha'f ash AIMED
"He'd b. handsome with ne hing to soeag."
But III. gsrmentsi al,s Ike window OF slsss,
Were sadly transparent ~ view;
Aud Of nscsDs 10 repair, he had little u spare
Because he had 'nOfhtHg 10 do"
Full many chap. under kindred mishsp.
Hss sought the advice Of . frieui,
But Pat knew all we'll that his friends would repel,
A man VIII hal nothing 10 .I,tnd
Overc me by his woe-and toi'y or %,
He ,bosc most desperate c1nrse,
And married npaid, although sadly afraid,
OF babies, scratched face, and divorce.
"'ris better" quoth he. In q moment Of siss,
"To marry fortune, Thick,
Than 10 Hive In the street. and have 70 eat,
With plenty Of nothing 10 drink"
Now blush while tell, Of thing that b.fel,
AsPAddy was going TO bed.
On the night Of the day, whsn, as chronicles say,
Himself and his Bridget were we'd
The beautiful bride. soft cor 'uson TO hide,
Her garments conmene Il I, unlock,
And she shook 70 excess, while disrsrdng her dress,
With whisper "Plsze, Patrick. don't look"
Like beast 10 his stall, Pa 10y turn, the wall,
Antlistened wiih painful surprise,
To a rustling and rush, like the sound u bush,
BY hurricane borne TO the skies.
An hou- spend away, with sknirei =, Ray,
But sill the stranse bsstie went on,
Till Paddy grew boder and ,eped FER his shoulder
To mark II his penan was done.
YeG, IS what sight, by the glance Of the light,
Was dlmly expos to his case.
Ard mare him cry out, with u lie fible shout,
- ~ jADbersi I'm a. In tnsze!"
Standing here, hanging there, on couch, over chair
Like huts In an Indian town, tswings,
We're the huge namsless things. VIII h a fsir lady
Benea; the broad folds Of a gown.
An hundred there stood, Of the crnoline brood
In towering and strong ba, ricade,
while fu set OF teeth, and wig placed beneath,
We're On the pier table d spiAy,d
And numberless bags, full OF cotton and rage,
We &c ,tter,d about on the Nor;
In shape and t, to the ronly br st,
shocking emhlance they i,rc.
The husband locked on, but his Bridget was gone,
Dis.olv into ssps ate parts,
nd nought could give life, to his fragments Of wife
But master Of womAnly arts
lie looked for awhile, l.h hor sible smile,
Al the fabrics ow and above:
And rallied at the fashit n, with hide rus passion,
That lie him with nothing TO iogo.
F." I'm sorry" said Pat, with twirl Of his hat,
But Pm safe, for the toughest Of weather,
And as he ally elf fell apart Of he rself,
"1il be hanged II put her together"
Then he took the loose clothes, he went to repose
And placed them In crinoline bags,
solve on the morrow, when freed from his sorrow
To sell them for metal and rags.
Mystery is Gn' ht 4, my hero hath vanished,
And speclrcs glide eli In the play,
And II 18th the moral, my readers should quarrel,
Why then have -notiing to say