The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1860-04-20
Mr. O'COnne1 and Mrs. Mo-
rIarty.

rIartJs
1t was at an Irish court of Justice that
Mr.. O'Connel could be seen to greatest
advantage. Every quality of the lawyer
and the advocate he displayed. He show
ed research and perfect mastery of his
profession, and he exhibited his own great
and innate qualities. Who that ever be-
held him on the Munster circuit, when he
was in the height Of his fame, bur must
have admired bis prodigious versatility of
formidable powers. His pathos was often
admirable, his humor flowed without effort
or art. What jokes he uttered what sar
casm ! How we'll he worked his case
through, never throwing away chance,
never relaxing his untiring energies.
One of the drollest scenes of vitupera-
lion that O'Connell ever figured in, took
place in the early part of his life. Not
lorg after he was admitted to the bar. his
character and peculiar talents received
rapid recognition from all who were even
casually acquainted with him. His talent
for vituperative language was perceived.
and by some he was even in those days
considered matchless as a scold.
There was, however, at that time, in
Dublin, certain woman, Biddy Moriarty
who had huckster's stall in one of the
quays, nearly opposite the -Four Courts.
She was virage of the first order, very
able with her fist, and still more formida-
bic with her tongue. From one end of
Dublin to the other she was notorious for
her powers Of abuse, and even in the PROV
ince Mrs. Moriarty's language had passed
into currency. The dictionary Of Dublin
slang had been considerably enlarged by
her, and her voluble lmpudence had al
most become proverbial. Some of O'Con
nell's friends, however, thought that he
could beat her in the use of her own weap-
on. Ofthis, however, he had some doubts
himself, when he had listened once or
twice to some minor specimens of her Bill
lingsgate. 1t was moote1 once whether
the young Kerry barriser could encounter
her, and some one of the company (in
O'Connell's presence) rather too freely
rediculed the idea Of bis being ,ble to
meet tie famous Madam Moriarty. O'Con-
nell never liked the idea of being put down
and he professed his readiness in encoun,
tering her, and even backed himself for the
match Bets were offered and taken it
was decided that the match should come
off at once.
The party adjourned to the buckster's
stall, and there was the owner herself,
experimenting the sale of her small ware;
a few Ioungers and ragged idlers were
hanging around her stall, for Biddy was a
" character" and in her way was one of
the sights of Dublin.
O'Connell was very confident of success.
He had laid very ingenious plan to over
come her, and, with all the anxiety of an
ardent experirnentalist, waited to put into
practice. He resolved to open the attack.
At this time O'Connell's own party, and
the loungers about the place, formed an
audience quite sufficient to arouse Mrs.
Moriarty, on public provocation, to a due
exhibition Of her powers. OCennell COM
menced the attack.
"What's the price of this walking stick.
Mrs. what's your name?"
" Moriarty, sir, is my name, and good
one it is; and what have you got to say
agin it? and one and sixpences the price
Of the stick. Truth, it's as cheap as dirt,
SO it isl
"One and sixpence for walking stick
whew, why you are no better than an i'm
poster, to ask eighteen pence for what cost
you two pence"
1.-TWO pence, your grandmother re
piled Mrs. Biddy do you mean to say
that it's chatting the people | am impos-
ter indeed ~
Gay, imposter and it's that | call you
to your teeth" rejoined O'Connell.
"Come, cut your sticks, you cantanke
rous jackanapes.'
"Keep civil tongue in your head. you
old diagonal," cried O'ConnelI, calmly.
" Stop your jaw, you pug nosed badger
or I'll make you 60 quicker than you
came"
"Don't be in passion, my old radius
anger only wrinkles your beauty
elf you say another word Of your i'm
pudence, I'll tan your dirty hide, you
bastely common scrud, and sorry I'd be
TO soil my fists upon your carcass y
"Whew, boys, what a passion old Bid
dy is in; protest as I'm a gentleman
"Jintleman. jintleman . the likes Of
you a jintleman. Wisha; that bangs
Baragher. Why, you potato faced, pip
pin sneezer, when did Madagascar mon
key like you pick enough of common
Christian decency to hide your Kerry
brogue"
EASY, now-easy, now," cried OCon-
nell with impertnrable good humor,
don't choke yourself with fine language,
you old whiskey drinking parallelogram."
"What's that you cali me, you murder
in villain ?" roared Mrs Moriarty, stung
into fury.
q call you," answered O'Conncll, I" a
parallelogram and a Dublin Judge and
jury will swear its no libel to call you So
40 tare, an-nouns Oh, holy Biddy !,
that an honest woman like me should be
called parry bellygrum to her face. I'm
none of your parrybellygrums, you rascal
ly gallows bird, YOU cowardlY, sDeaking,
plate lickin' bliggard -
"Oh, not you, indeed !" retorted O'Con-
nell, "why, suppose that you'll deny
that you keep an hypothenuse in your
house
"It's lie for you, you robber; never
L ii slim /