Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1857-08-28
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How Tim Carroll Did the Ould One.
An IRISH LEGEND.

Tim Carroll was as elegant specimen OF
a rollicking, love making, hard lighting,
devil-may- care broth OF boy as ever suck
ed whiskey out Of an egg shell.
A brogue-maker he was by trade, but
whiskey-taster by inclination, and barrin'
that at times he'd be takin a sup too much
of that same, the never 4 better lad put
foot in shoe leather it was the mother OF
him that said so, and she loved hun as the
birds do the Spring showers.
1t was IA sad day for Tim Carroll when
the ould souwl wash t expected, and when
her last breath was struggling to leave Its
old home. she called him to her bed side,
and gave him her blessin and fine old
family Bible and she told him when the
trouble was on him to look to that, and
keep upa bould heart. and sorrow the
harm would ever beiall him.
As the last words fell upon his ears, the
tears dropped from Tins eyes, for he saw
the sweet smile he had loved in life playing
around the lips that were pale IN death,
like the light of the setting sun on the cold
hills that it gilds wild its glory when 1t
sinks to rest
lisa sorry man Tim was, for weeks
after the wake, and he pelted away at his
work like a hero, but friend or two at last
caught hould of him, and IN moment OF
wakeness, and while there was dram In
the shebeen shop, or a happenny In his
pocket, they never left him.
Well, you see, when his money was
spent, his sinses came back, and showed
him what an amadawn he'd made of him
self and one cowld day. when there wasn't
a spark in the CRATE and his hands were
so frozen he could scarcely work, and Just
r ... H., 81 a,.rl int hi
fist, being mad entirely wild pain and pas
sion, he screeched out
May the ould one take me-
'Wid all my heart, Tim Carroll mine $
warmer place than this, says quare-
looking ould disciple, wid a black suit
upon him, steppin' in the cottage, and
widout so much manners as 'wid yer lave
or Dy yer lave, squattin himself down on u
three legged stool forninst Tim Carroll.
Tim stared till you'd II thought the eyes
would come out OF the head OF him
You don't make me welcome, says the
quare ould gentlemen.
Faith don't, says Tim, moving his seat
to the far end Of the cabin, Mlth don
you re no friend Of mine, and you smcl
unpleasant OF birthstone.
For shame on upon you, lin, to be telllr
such lies.
Lies shoot aisy, whoever you are say
Tim, I'll not stand the lie from mO-ta
man, says he.
Il know that, says the quare customer
4 know that right well-but you Il stan
it from me, Tim darlin', and he winked hi
wicked ould eye at Mister Carroll,
Don't be putin your comether on me,
saws lin, wild your darins. Them lie
always stick in my throat
Do they, avick : wash them down will
this, says the ould man, Offering him a
elegant bottle, marked on one side whlskey
and on the other devils elixir.
I'm not dry sand Tin, lookin' with u
his might at the bottle.
you are said the ould man, you kno
your are, your throat's as crisp as hm'
burners wig, What are you afraid of
says the ould man, with malicious laug
you re the fl ST Carroll that ever was
coward.
Coward says Tim turning mighty red
Coward says black-coat as cool rs yo
please.
You lie, says Tim, starting up in rag
Prove it, says Sables, tWdlln Il
thumbs.
Here goes, says Tim, and he snatch,
the bottle, clapped it to his mouth, and Il
contents went gurglng down hls throat III
the water down mill race.
That's good says the ould man
'Potheen, by all that's yarteous sa
Tim.
That's it., says the ould one, now Tin
Gays he, winken' his eye, I've taken
liken to you, Tim, for you're dasa
boy, so If you just sign away your sowl, !
give you lashins Of that Elegant stuff, wi
the fattest of bacon and the maleyest
praties for the next ten years.
Il won't do it,, says lin stOutly.
Take another swig, says the quare Gu
toner,