The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1860-04-27
From The Irish Penny Aagazirae.
TFsE sFORTEEEES.

On a green hills side by the banks of
the river B, in the County Wexford,
formerly lived, and may live there still. a
farmer and miller named Neville His
eldest son and heir, Michael, was Just cut
out to 5e the buck or sportheen of the par
ish, and the flower of mllers He thought
so himself from the instant hs figured in
bis first pair Of knee inexpressbles, and
applied the razor to his chin-a,beit there
was pothing to he shaved off but the first
tender down of manhood In stature he
was of the middle size, full and well made
and on Sunday when tie Kerseymeres
were mounted, and the white ribbed yarn
stockings, knit expressly for his handsome
legs, by his fond mother, were drawn on,
it would do the heart of Scotch parent
good flor | think the Scotch are too wise
to praise their children numerically to
their faces) to hear that mothers raptur-
GUS praises of her son." can its Yourself
Mikel my darlint was made to improve
the crooked Skinned Nevilles! Shine out
upon them, ma bonchal take the pearl
aft the piper's eye. and the coal of their
pipes, as its yersef that can. Brave fella
that you are, an handsome, an comelv,
an portly withal. Who'll We marry, Mick
ell avic i? None of the thrash about here
in troth Keep yer heart up, an yer head
high, my boy, the likes on you, afore now,
have got born lady, rowlin' in good
an Nickel, now yer goin to the chapel
ashore. slip the laste grain ov salt into
yer waistcoat pocket, for feard the onlucky
ewes of the Cullins would overlook ye.-
Christ athune We an all harm .-bekase |
observed Moll does be squintin at ye
sometimes. OCH my darlint jewil I'm
the happy mother that owns ye; an wild
my blessin', honey, keep high head"
"'Tis I that will, mother" quoth Mich-
aei. And sufficiently high, it must be al
lowed, the head was kept, since the "buck"
looked scornfully down on all the lasses of
his own grade and two young ladies that
sometimes walked on the romantic banks
Of the river opposite, became the especial
objects at whom he leveled the artillery
of his imagined charms-agility, conversa-
tional talents, fine legs and all 1t was in
vain for his father to exclaim with upturn-
ed eyes that, " Michael though well made
boy, was fool, and that he would sartin-
ly brake him out Of house an home wild
his folly and idleness." 1t was useless for
the mother to cry, q Nickel, alanna, what
ever ye do, don't lave the plough an hor-
ses stannin' idle in the field" +" Nickel"
would have bis own way, and that way was
the we'll known walk of the high born
bellies there he would sentimentalv re
cline upon some bank with a book in bis
hand, waiting the first glimpse Of their
white dresses, and ready to spring up md
fly on the wings Of conceit to meet and as
sist them CATER many bows scrapes and
gesticuIations) over bitches or other i'm
pedments in their pgth, asking the "lee-
dies" at the same time, "did they intend
to highlander far along the turpentine
banks Of the stramelit?' This faiuihari-
ty on his part being tolerated by the
young ladies partly on account Of the
amusement his impudence afforded them,
and partly as he was the son of one Of
their fathers most respectable servants.
Things were going on thus prosperous
ly with buck Michael, when Mr. c.
gave his first election ball, and foasted his
tenantry in his extensive park For the
week preceding it was observed that Mick
and his me ther were unusually and myste-
riously busy. An adjacent barn was the
scene Of their operations or incarnations,
the door and little window of which were
so effsctuaIly barred and blinded, that nu-
merous prying eyes belonging to the
dwelling house and neigLborhood had no
chance of ascertaining the important bust
ness going on within. Day after day, and
hour after hour were passed, but no one
could tell how the mother and son were
employed, until Paddy Magrath, ever in
genious Paddy, that would as soon quiz
the parish priest or bis own mother as any
body else, " discovered all through hole
in the roof purposely made by his own
brown hands.
Bother me-" says Paddy, as he usual
ly relates the circumstance, "but | was
kilt in:irely to find out what they could be
at, at all, an it was no use for me to strive
to hear through the doore, or peep through
the kay hole, bekase it was all buzz-buzz
SO by the powers, hit or miss, sez I, I'll
up on the roof, an I'm not Paddy Magrath
if | don't soon have a spy hole an the Sc
crit for nothin'; so up got an the first
| seen was Mick an the mother standin'
on the fure as stiff an as gran looking as
two rawcruits ondher the rattan of the sar-
jint-Mick in the fifth pursition, for it sp-
peared poor Katy had just put him thro'
his dancin' posthers.
"'Now darlint,' sez she, you must
practice the bow for the quoility-wan,
two, three. an a scrape behind
as An mother sez Mick, what must
call the young landlord ! l. it misther
or what else ?
s. Why, sez Katy. 'ye must call him
your honor bekase ies the squire, or
your worship bekase he's a majesthrate,
or your riverence,' bekase he's goin' to
be ministher; but whatever We call him.
seq she, mind you Nickel avic, to carry
the dignity ov fine young man about
you in all companies high and low
Never fear, mother says Mick. isn't
there dignity in my very fut as walk up
an down the flure here 2
There is ashore. thanks be to God
for it. sez Katy, an sez she agin, do you
now frn down 10 tho ind nv tha lor, Il ara