Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1857-03-20


ners in yees not to be afiher therferin'
wild the purshutes Of a country born
"Quack quack - sez the muskovee.
"Oh, murther ~ sez Andy. .'Did iver
hear tell the likes O that? An | standin
here widou: saying nothin' at all at all ).
Hould yer tongue, ye uuuathralized baste,
an'don't slaudher an honest boy that way"
/ "QuacA quack quacL ~ saz the i'm
perdnt duck.
Clare an ouuties ~ sez Andy in PAS
shin. 'Lave aft, 1 tell yees. Is it as
looks like quack, wild river rap in my
pocket, an w.d batthered ould casthOr
on my head wautin' CROWN
"Quack quack quack - sez the duck;
an thin, by this an by that, all the other
ducks tux up the cry, and sung out.
"Qaack quack quack ~
"Adgh p sez Andy feelosophysiu', otis
the way O the wureld over and over
Niver the bad word war put on a man but
sure dozen repated it. Upon my con-
science" sez he 90 It's hard matther to
bear but thin ducks is poor, misforthen-
ate ignoraymuses, an may be they don't
know no betther SO I'll Iason wild EN-
Oh but Andy war the perlite man . an
had thraveled across the salt say TO dis
coorse wild the Engishmen ali about hay
maxim, an rapin', an wather-drains, wild
praetickle explanashins. BY ,hrotting
about, he seen the wureld, and larned the
way they make politicianer spschas in thin
furren parts. So, at this prisint time, he
got upon an ould stump by the pond side,
an, afsher maxim scrape wild his fut, he
lifted his little finger, wild the hand to it,
to make believe he war takiu' sup o
could wather-though, betuAt you an |,
sorra cup O wather niver wet Andy's lips
whin he could get anything betther-but
he knowed that war the way to commince
a spache; an so, whin he'd been taken
wild the little cough which the raal politi
cianers have on sech occasions, an wiped
his mouth across wid the handkerchief be
LETT at home, he interuiced his own self
as Andy Donovan BY name, for want of
another gintleman at his elbow, an thin,
wild grand flourish O bis arum, sez be to
.he ducks, seZ he "uIntIeIne--.., .,-.,-
10. what name. Friends an fellow-ct-
liens. Oh, murther, but 'tisn't citizens
ye are, Friends and,fellow. counthrymen
-faix but It's right am at last. Fellow
counthrymen-"
"Quaek quack - seq the big duck.
"Augh, militia murther, yc Simultaneous
ould riptyle ~ sez Andy. "Why will ye
be afther interceptin' me, an l standin'
here in defnce o my charackther? Put
yer fut in yer mouth, ye baste, and lave
me be. lis ashamed l am o yees for
calm daclnt man, wild cabin full O
childhre, quack All the wureld know.
yea, thin, an Kilkenny too, for that
ma,ther-that it 'ud break my heart to be
a quack. 'Tis the blssed thruth l am
spakin' the day; an, if yell take yer bills
out o the mud, an stop gabblin', I'd like
to ak yees handful o questions
"War iver the name eff Andy Donovan
in the newspapers tell me that, ye Omad-
hauns, barrin wanst whin | bruk Terrence
MahOols he'd wild pcwther ncggin Did
l iver demane my own self to pay a thir-
neen to a new Wspaper man to print lstthers
in Dublin, an Kilkenny, an Connaught,
an Wicklow, to say that sarsyperillia war
bctther nor brimsthone to Scotchman,
an more profitable nor beer to Jhonnv
Bull? |, it the likes o me that 'ud break
my bones wild Father O'Dousherty's walk
in. stick by takin' my oath that Andy
Donovan's pi,taty pills, butthered all over
wild sugar, war the best purgathory liver
invinted by mortal man? Ayeh Is it l
that 'ud be dhrawn an quarthered, like a
chicken in cook shop, for sellin' magni-
fed powdhers, to be taken through the lit
tie ind of tellyskope ? Is it as I'D be
here, the day, wild hole in my ha. big
enough for bull to run through, land wan
tail to my coat, whin tits lashins of goold
that I'd be scoopin' up if | war quack ~
"Quack quaek. quack. quack ~ SEE
the muskovee
"Oh, bad looek to yees.' sez Andy,
jumpin' down from his rosthre ''but It's
myself that II tnchc yees what it is to be-
spatther gintlemin."
An sure he did, right aff for he put
bit o red rag on his f.hin' hook IAN dhrag
gled it along atther him an, by this an
by that, the foolish muskoveo seized it;
an, prisintly who but he war hoppin'
about in the bag?
"Tis the way wild all them born nath-
erals o furreners," sez Andy. "Troth,
but thought ye had betther sinse. An
now I'll be goin' home,' sez he.
An that's the stbory all about Andy