The American. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1857-1857, 1857-10-07
A BEAUTIFUL LEGEND.
BY BARNEY.

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Mr.. Patrick O'Rourke, from, The. city Of Cork,
Was an Irishman, stately and tall r
As ever played rub at a bachelors club
Or danced at a bachelors ball
His eyes they were bright as the stars in the night
ilaii When Ph9bus has gone to repose; agi !G,l
And they winked, from his face, with q oomical
N, M At the tip Of his jolly red nose. .a
His illgant" shape, spite Of needles and tape
Exhibited manliness rare; t@stiEa a'.
And the ladies' exclaimed, with a blush, half
He'd be handsome. with nothing to wear."
But his garments, alas! like window Of glass,
Were sadly transparent to view;
And means to repair, he had little to spare,
Because ne had nothing to do" .",'.
Full many chap, under kindred mishap,
Has sought the advice of friend; 5a., ,s
But Pat knew full well, that his friends would
3 repel . u.. IN as.. ...
A man who had nothing to spend. +
Overcome by his woe-and toddy OF so,
He chose most desperate course asGa
And married maid, although sadly afraid,
Ut babies, scratched-face, and divorce.
otis better" quoth he, in a moment of glee,
"To marry fortune, think,
Than to vein the street, and have nothing to eat
.a With plenty OF nothing to drink" % .a
Now blush, while tell, Of a thing that befel,
As Paddy was going to bed, .9s
On the night Of the day, when, as chronicles say,
Himself and his Bridget were wed. ....
The beautiful bride, soft confusion to hide, 4
Her garments commenced to unhook, ,......
And she shook to excess while dscarding her
# dress, .
With whispered, Place Pathrick, don't look" :"
Like beast in his STALL Paddy turned to the wall,
And listened with painful surprise,
To a rustling and rush, like the sound of bush,
BY hurricane borne to the skies ..
An hour passed away, with its kindred toplay,
But still strange hustle went on, -......
Till Paddy grew bolder, and peeped DER his
shoulder s. .-...
To mark if his penance was done. a@
Ye Gods what sight by the glance of the light
And made him cry out, with q terrible shout,
Be jabers " I'm all in amaze!
Standing here hanging there, on couch, over chair,
Like huts in an Indian town, ... ,
Were the huge nameless things which fair lady
,.. Beneath the broad folds of gown. ..., ,...
An hundred there stood, OF the crinoline brood,
In towering and strong barricade, aE.
While full set of teeth, and wig placed beneath,
Were on the pier table displayed.
And numberless bags, full of cotton and rags,
Were scattered about on the floor;
In shape and crest TO the matronly breast
shocking resemblance they bore.
The. husband looked on, but his Bridget gone.
Dissolved into separate parts,
And nought could give life, to his fragments OF
wife, ....
He looked for awhile, with o horrible smile,
At the fabrics below and above,
And rallied at the fashion, in q hideous passion
That left him with nothing to love.
"Pm sorry," said Pat with twirl Of his hat,
"But I'm safe, for the toughest Of weather,
And as the sly elf fell apart of herself, ,...
I'll be hanged If put her togctherp
Then he took the loose clothes, ere he went 10
repose, - Oh. Il. .......-.... ....
And placed them in crinone bags,
Resolved on the morrow, when freed from his sor-
row, 4.. .. .s.. Il. ....s g..... ...... ...
To sell them for metal and rags.
NY story is finished, the hero hath vanished,
As spectres glide off in play; d. 3D. ...... -.
And IL with the moral my reader should quarrel
Why then have-nothng 10 sayi