, 1857-10-30

t the tree, was never before seen or heard
Y since mike Hooter fout the bar" Phe-
a Inns blood was up, and true to his purpose,
b and nothing daunted by the formidable ar.
= ray of fierce and relentless enemies, who
Fl filled his eyes, intruded themselves into his
: nostrils, hung upol his lips, and clustered
e in his hair, he determined to adopt more
IL summary mode of procedure. So throw
j ing off the ''chist," and digging the bees
S from his eyes, he drew out his knife and
g commenced hacking on the limb, but unfor-
i tunately between himself and the tree, till
S it was severed, and bees and Phelim all
= came to the ground together. Bridget i'm
Q mediately threw q cloth around the "bae'S
nest" aud then ran to the assistance Of her
: fallen lord, who was rearing and kicking
like young colt, and screaming louder
than a wildcat or steam engine.
"Phalim do they bite hnrd?" says she.
Faith, an if they have baes in hell, it's
mesef that'll be getting religious right of,
answered Phelim.
The bees, seeing more tender meat close
, by, flew at Mrs Bridget Her bonnet was
used with direful effect for few seconds,
but with augmented ferocity, they continu
ed the attack
"Howly St. Pathrick purtect me! Och
murther Phalim, an he's bit me on the
mouth! Helpl helpl Phalim; they're bitin'
me On the legsl"
Her shawl was dropped, hooks in dress
torn, her loose dress came of, and the last
seen Of Mrs. Bridget was as she turned the
corner, halfdenuded and with hair stream
ing to the winds, on her way home.
Phelim, to the glory of the Green Isle
be it said, still fought on, and not until the
last outside foe was vanquished did he cease
to worry St. Pathrick with prayers, the
devil with imprecations, and the bees with
blows With eyes half closed, lips big
enough to cut Frenchman "bifSteak"
from, and face swollen out Of all comeli-
ness and proportion, Phelim presented a
most unique and laughable spectacle
Though the victory was hardly won he re-
T garded himself fully compensated for his
labors and pains, for he could hear the buz-
zing of his captives within the cloth so op-
portunely used by Mrs Bridget, and he
knew they were fine fat ones, that would be
, sure to gather up large store of sweet
, ness for himself and family, and then rea-
soned: nobody can stale them, for they can
bate the Upton Slasher for bard knocks all
to pieces"
Phelim shouldered the cloth, and home
ward hied. When he had gotten there,
. aud himself and Bridget had administered
mutual consolation for their sufferings, glo-
riicatiOn for their success, and application
to their smarts, he started out in search of
his friend George, who would assist him in
. safely disposing Of the precious treasures.
George Game, saw, said few words, and
collapsed" Those few words seemed to
have a magical effect, for Phelim seized the
cloth, swung it about his head, and then
with every exhibition of frenzy threw it on
the ground and stamped furiously upon it.
Never was rage so unbounded He cursed
George, whipped the children, threw
couple of stones at Mrs. Bridget, broke up
the cupboard, smashed the plates and
crockery ware, drank a quart Of "bust-
head" and went to bed abusing honey, baes
and the world generally
i Phelim arose in the morning fully cured
Of his mania for bee-hunting, and proceed
ed soberly to town to resume his work.
The adventure had spread far and wide,
and every one that met Phelim laughed at
his appearance, and asked him about the
bees. With face most uuuaturaly large,
and still smarting with its wounds, Joined
to bis disappointment, after so much severe
labor, it may be presumed he was not in
the most amiable humor, and the running
FIRE of tannts and interrogatories that as
sailed him on every side only added fuel to
the flames Says Patrick 0'Rourke:
"Phelim, what's the matter wild yez2 Is
it fraeknOwledgy or bGeknowledgy you've
f been studying, that you've got yer head in
that fix? Ye must have been 6aedeVilled
guide fashion"
Faith, an you're catching cowld, an
swers Phelim, savagely.
"Phalim, sure an you're 6aeside yourself"
says Pat.
''shet up yer Hy-trap," shouts Phelim,
furiously. IF you say 6ae to me three
more times, III bae the death of yell"
"Bas' bas! 6ae" yelled Patrick, with hair
standing all the wrong way, and his dander
fully reused.
words no sooner said than done."-
Phelim planted bis right between Pats
eyes, and his left somewhere in the neigh
borhood of his bread-basket, doubling him
up completely. Bystanders interfered-a
warrant was served before Esquire Mug
gins to answer to the charge. The case
was fully made out against Phelim, it being
in proof that he struck the first and only
, blows. Dsdaining the assistance of "beg-
carly counsel" when asked what he had to
I say, be replied he would do his own talk
7 ing" and commenced:
"Yer Honor, plase, PathFck insulted
me, and"
"Wsll, how did he insult you?7 inquired
his Honor.
! "He said l was 6aesde meself."
81 do not see how man could take Of
} fence at such a remark as that" rejoined he
of the ermine.
Al l.