The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1866-05-31
,TIPTON, IOWA.MAY 3d. 1866

where young McRoy and his fair young
bride, went down and was drowning,
according to ballad onct heard. But
there's one pint on which both sides
agree-that's the Funs. They're willin'
them chaps in New York, to receive oil
the Funs youth send 'em, You send =
puss tonight to Mahoney, and another
puss to Roberts. Both will receive 'em.
You bet. And with other pusses 1t will
be similar. ,o.. 30 saa >..f. ,.
! was into Mr.. Delmonico's satin'
house the, other mite, and I saw my
fren, Mr.. Terrence McFadden, who il \
elekent and enterprisin' deputy Center.
He was sittin' at . table, eatin' canvass
back duck. Poultry, Of that kind, -
you know, IL rather high just now. /
think about fivc dollxzs prr rOuit. And
bottle Of green seal stood before him.
q "How are you, Mr.. McFadden," I
said. ,..;r .f-,,..-.. ...s. Ia .:,...-
e "Oh. Mr.. Ward, I am miserable mis-
cradle! The wrongs we Irishmen suffer!
oh, Ireland! Will a troo history Of your
sufferins ever be written? Must we be
forever ground under by the iron heel of
despotic B-iton3 but, Mr.. Ward, won't
YOU eat suthin?" I4sa#r1 uGH53r~sl
p "Well," I said, "If there's another
canvass-back and spare bottle Of that
great seal in the house, I wouldn't mind
jinin' you In bein' ground under by Brit
on's iron heel" S''a '.,.l' ..'.'. .3
"Green turtle soup frst:" he said.
"Well, yes. II TIM to share the
wrongs of Ireland, I don't care I'll do
hav'a bowl Of soup. Put bean In 1t,
I said to the waiter. ut will remind
me ofmy childhood days, when we had
'em baked In conjunction with pork ey-
cry Sunday morning, and then oil went
up to the village church and had a re-
freshin' nap in the family pew" =.
Mr.. McFadden, who was sufferin' 80
thurly for Ireland, was of the Mahony
wing. I've no doubt that some ekally
patriotic member of the Roberts wing
was sufferin' in the same way over to the
mason DOry eatin house. 2nsgE~.t~da-
They say, feller citizens, soon you will
see Blow struck, for Irish liberty! We
hain't seen nothin' but Blow 70 hr-
Its bin all blow, and the blowers in New
York won't git out of Bellusses - long
as our Irish frens in the rooral districks
send 'em money.
Let the Green float above the red, II
thatll make it feel any better, but don't
you be the green. Don't never 60 into
till you know whereabouts
you're goin' to. 0s<
This is a very good country here where
you are. You Irish hav' enjoyed our
boons, held your share of our offices, and
you certainly hav' done your share Of
our votin'. Then why this hullabaloo
about freein Ireland? You do your frens
in Ireland CRATE injoory, too; because
to b'lieve you're comm, sure enuff and
they fly into Jail, My Irish frens, pom
der these things little. Famine 'em
closely, and above all find out where the
pusscs 60 to-" e aes
| sot down. Their was no applaws,
but they listened to me kindly. They
know'd l was honest, however wrong I
might be; and they know'd too, that
there was no people on arth whose gene
rosity and gallantry I had higher re-
speck for than the Irish, except when
they fly off the handle. So my feller
citizens let me toot my horn.
Remarkable History Of q Torpedo
Boat.