The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1859-11-23
basterly common scrub, and sorry I'd be

basterly common scrub, and sorry I'd be
to soil my fists upon your carcass
'Whew, boys, what passion old Bid
dy is in; I protest as I'm gentleman
'Jintleman! j;ntleman! the likes of You
a jintlemanl Wisha, that bangs Banagher,
Why, you potato faced pippin-sneezer,
when did Madagascar monkey like you,
pick enough of common christian decen-
cy to hide your Kerry brogue.
Easy, now--easy, now,' cried O'Con-
nell, with imperturable good humor, don't
choak yourself with fine language you old
whiskey-driEking parallelogram.'
| What's that you call me, you murder
in villain roared Mrs. Moriarity, stung
into fury. enc - ..G
L call you,' answered O'ConnelI, "a
parallelogram; and Dublin judge and
jury will swear it's no libel to call you
so.'
% tare-an. Guns? Oh, holy Biddy! that
an honest women like me should be called
a parrybellygrum to her face I'm none
of your parrybellygrums, you rascally
gallows-bird, you cowardly, sneaking,
plate-licken' blaggardp
'Oh, not you, indeed! retorted O'Con-
nell; 'why, I suppose you'll deny that
you keep hypothenuse in your house.
IT'S lie for you, you rodder, l never
had such thing in my house, you swind-
| ling thief .-
why. sure, all the neighbors know
very we'll that you keep not only hypeth-
enuse, but that you go out 10 walk with
them every Sunday, you heartless old
heptagon.' -
oh, hear that, you saints of glory! Oh,
there's bad language from a fellow that
wants to pass for a jintleman. May the
devil fly away with you, you nicher from
Munster, and make celery sauce of your
rotten limbs, you mealy mouthed potato
masher.'
'Ah, you can't deny the charge, you
miserable submultiple of duplicate ra-
tio!'
Go rinse your mouth in the Liffey, you
nasty tincle- pitcher; after all the bad
words you speak, it ought to be 6lthier
than your face, you dirty chicken of Beel-
zebub'
sRinse your own mouth, you wicked
minded old polygon-to the deuce pitch
you, you clustering intersection of a su
perficesP tHN fol -EI5{. .liJE d
You saucy tinker's apprentice, if you
don't cease your jaw HI but here
she gasped for breath, unable to hawk up
any more words, for the last volley of
O. Connell bad nearly ksocked the wind
out of h,r. cr
while l have tongue III abuse you
you most lnimitable periphery. Look at
her. boys, there she stands, convicted
perpendicular in petticoats /! There's con-
:amination in her circumference, and she
trembes with guilt, down to the extremi-
ties of her corollaries. Ahl you're found
out, you rectilIlneal antecedent, equiangu-
lar old hag! 'Tis with you the devil will
fly away, you porter swiping similitude of
the dissection of vortex
Overwhelmed with this torrent of lam
guage Mrs. Moriarty was silenced.-
Catching up sauce pan, she was aiming
at O'Connell's head, when he very pru-
dently made timely retreat.
You have won the wager, O'Connell;
here's your bet.' cried the gentleman
who proposed the contest.
'O'Connell knew well the use of sound
in vituperation; and having to deal
with an ignorant scold, determined to
overcome her volubility by using all the
sesguipedahia ver6a, which occupied Eu-
cid. With these and few significant
epithets, and scofing. impudent demean-
or, he had, for once, imposed silence on
Biddy Moriarty.