Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1857-03-20
From Goiey's Lady's Book Tor April
The Best 'E1ulr0oney" Yet.


Did ye niVer near tell OF one Anuy Don-
ovau? Och, now, only think o that !.
An he sich ganius! Well, Andy war
4 raal gintleman, anyhow, for he war born
an brid to do nothin' at all at all, and fol-
lyed the thrade Of Philosopher by way Of
maxim a dacent livn' Divil betther
Philosopher nor Andy all the wureld over,
for he bate Joolyus Saiser wild the great
gift Of abstrackshin he had. But the
magisthers, an squireens, an the pr0cth-
ors, an middle men, war jealoused OF his
reputashin, and sint him over the salt say
in a thrifin' offishal capacity, the nams of
which | disremimber but twar "con-
vart' they called him. or some name that
war fosther brother to it.
But about bis wonderful powers of abb
strackshin. Oh ye, thin sure I'll come
to it prisiDtiy. What I'D poor boy do
widout attn and dhrinkin', like to know?
An doesn't everybody folly the science of
abstrackshin for the sake o the good
breakwasts, an the illigant dinners, an
the likes O thin? Musha, thin why
wouldn't Andy do that same, an, wild a
impty bag over his shoulders, be waudher-
in over the country, meditatin, an
prac;isin' his own grand tiahOol science Of
abstrackshin'
Well, wan day, be'imes, i the mornin',
out goes Andy wild his bag over his shoul-
dher, an his f,hin' rod undher his arum,
an he thravels on ontil he sees forenent
him great flock of geese.
"Thim's beautiful birds" sez Andy,
stoppin' short, an espishally the gandher
Troth, now, there's no harum, sure, in cul
twain his acquaintance Arrah, now,
Misther Gandhcr," sez he, pokin' at him
wid his rod, "is it well au' hearty ye are
the day 2"
'Iss Isl p sez the gandher
"Faix, now, but III be pleased to hear
it, sez Andy. can, savin' manners,
may ak ye if It's fond Of good company
ye are? -
''lss iss - sez the gaudher
"Arrah, thin," sez Andy, "don't be
bashful, but spake out May be It's my
r""a I"ok. tho. '..a ho t-i,'-' ~" ~
"Iss!-s-sn' SCI the gandher.
"Many thanks for the compliment, '.ez
Andy, makiu' ginteel bow. There's
bit Of cabin undhcr the hill yonder as
belongs to my own self, wild 'enthertain-
mint for man an' baste' to the fore, an if
yell come wid me, sure but III make yez
wilcome as the flowers in May"
"Iss iss .-s-s-s." sez the gandher,
crainin' out his neck, an runnin' af,her
the great dssaiver.
"Well, it isn', the likes o me to rason
out why any respectable gambler shouldn't
choose his own masther, 'sez Andy San,
if yell only say that ag'in, by jabers but
I'll not be the boy to lave yees disconso-
late. Are yees minded to GO wild me?'
"Iss iss .-s-s.' sez the gandher
"Sure ought to take the effeckshinate
craythur at his word" see Andy ; "but it
'ud be right to let him considher over the
masther little while longer If it war
wan O thin faymales youdher, I'd be puz.
zlsd to know what to do at all, by razin'
o their ehangin' their mind so oftcn,as be-
coorse is nathursl enough to thin spacies.
But gintleman, an gintleman gandher
an sure there's no great differ at times
betuxt 'em-I say gin,loman, an GIN
tleman gandher, I'D niver 60 back o their
word for, by rason o their suparior dig
nifty, It's the likes O thin as 'ud be asham-
ed to say no whin they means iss. So
now" sez he, tetchin' the gandher wild the
ind of his rod, "lll be afsher askin' yees,
my friend, for the third an last time, if it
'ud be plazin'to ye to come along wild me?'
'Iss iss iss !-s-s !''sez the gandher
in the most perimptory manner possible
ooh, begorra p sez Andy, "if yees so
fond O. me as all that, don't see why l
shouldn't make yeer besther acquaintance
An thin Andy, the shly rogue, he fas-
thens bullet on the ind o bis tishin' line,
an, whirlin' the rod in the air, brought
the line suddenly round an round the
neck o the gandher, an 6shed him up wild
great lift, an put him in his bag. Ar
rah, now but warE't that beautiful spi-
cimint of Andy Donovan's science of alb
strackshin 7
"Och !" sez he, laughin' to his own
self, "'twar great piece o frindship in
the fat gandher, anyhow, to take likin'
to me. But sure it only shows the dis
criminashin O the baste; for tux that
came likin' to hisself an that's no lie.
Troth an I'll be good to the crathur as
long as he lives, an cocker him up wild
pittaties an butthermik. 'Tis afoard |
am that he won't live long; but III be
thankful for his afickshin, an show it, too,
By attn him tndherly."
Well, by an by, he comes to pond
ubera tbere war lashins o. ducks. an pris.