The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1857-10-17
4 BEAUTIFUL LEGEND.

BY BARNEY.
Mr.. Patrick O'Rourkc. from the city of Cork.
Was an lri>hrnan, stately and tall.
As ever played rub at bachelors club.
Or danced. at bachelor ball.
His eyes they bright the stars in the night
W hen PhIbuS has gone TO reposc:
And they winkcd from his face, with a comica
AT the tip of his jolly red nose
His illigant" shape spite of needles and tape
Exhibited manlinc>> rare.
And the ladies exclaimed with a blush-hal
ashamed
He'd be handsome, with N0rHINt; TO WEAR.
But his garments alas like a window Of glass
Were sadly tranNparcII: 20 view:
And of means to repair, he had little to spare.
because he had "NOTlING TO DO
Full many a chap. under kindred mishap,
Has sought the advice ola friend:
But Pat knew full well. that his friends would repe
\ man who had NOTHING TO SPEND.
Overcome by his woc-and a todGv or So
He chose 4 most desperate course,
And married maid. although sadly afraid
Of babies, >cratchcd-facc. and divorce.
lis better" qnoth he. in a moment of glcc.
'To marry fortune. Think
Than to live in the street and have NOTHING T.
EAT,
With plenty of NOTHING TO DEIvK''
Now blush while tell. Of a thing ,ha, b,f,l
As Paddy was going to bed,
On the night of the lay VIXEN. a> chronicles say.
Himself and his Bridget were we'd
The beautiful bride, soft confusion to hide,
Her garments commenced to unhook
And she shook TO excess. while di>carding her
With u whisper. "Plazc. Pathrick. don't look. y
Like beast in his stall. Paddy turned to the wall
And listened with painful surprise.
To 4 ruStling and rush, like the sound of bush.
BY hurricane borne 20 the skies
An hour sped away. with Is kindred to play,
But still the strange hustle went on
I'LL Paddy grew bo!,r and pccpcd DER his shoul-
10 mark Il his pcnancc done
Ie Gods what a sight. hv the glance of the light,
Was dimly exposed to his gaze
And made him cry out with terrible shout
ID iobyi> iii al amaze y.
Standing here. hanging there. on couch, over chair
Like hut> i'll an Indian town.
Were the huge namccss things, which fair lady
swings.
Beneath the broad folds of a gown.
An hundred there stood, fthc crinolinc brood.
In towering and strong Iirricadc:
Will full set Of teeth. ;nfa wig placed beneath.
Were on the pier table displayed.
And numbcrle>S bag. full OF cotton and rags,
Were scattered about the floor:
In shape and crest. to the matronly breast.
\ shocking resemblance they bore.
The husband looked on. but his Bridget was gone
Dissolved into separate parts.
And nought could give life to his fragments of wife,
But Il master of w0li;lnly arts.
He looked for a while, with horrible smile,
At the fabrics below and above;
And rallied at the fashion, in hdcouS passion,
That left him with NOTHING To LOVE.
:" I'm >orrv.' said Pat, with Il twirl Of his hat
{" But I'm ~afc for the toughest of weather,
And as the >lv elf fell apart Of herself.
I'll be hanged if pat her tcgethcr.'
Then he took the loose Clothes ere he went to re-
pose.
And placed them in crinolinc bags.
Resolved on the morrow. when freed from his SOY
To sell ihcnl for metal and rags.
Nv story i finished. the hero hath vanished.
And >pccrc> Glide of i'll play.
And if with the moral. my reader should quarrel.
Why then ha,c-NOTHING To SAY!