The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1866-07-24
Irish Drellery.

An amusing Story OF DalneS barring
ton, Recorder of Bristol, is related by
one of the English press. Having to ap-
pear for plaintiff, in a case at Clonmel,
he let into the defendant in unmeasured
terms. The individual inveighed against
not being present, only heard of the in
vectiyes. After Darlington, however,
had got back to Dublin, the defendant, a
Tipperary man named Foley, lost no time
in paying his compliments to the coun-
sci. BE rode all day and night, and Gov
cred with sleet, arrived before Barring
tons residence in Haroourt street, Dub
lin. Throwing the reins of his smoking
horse over the ratings of the area, he
announced his arrival by laundering
knock at the door. Barrington's valet
answered the summons, and, opening the
street door, beheld the appar:tion of the
rough coated Tipperary fire. eater, with a
large stick under his arm and the sleet
sticking to his bushy whiskers.
rs your master up?" demanded the
visitor, in voice that gave some intima-
ton of the object of his journey.
"No," answered the man,
s'Then give him my compliments, and
say Mr.. Foley-hell know the name
will be glad to see him.
The valet went up stairs and told his
master, who was in bed, the purport Of
his visit.
"Theu don't let Mr.. Foley in for your
life" said Darlington, afor it is not a
hare nor a brace of ducks he has come
to present me with.
The man was leaving the bedroom, when
a rough wet coat pushed by him, while a
thick voice said ''By your leave" and at
the same time Mr., Foley entered the bed
room.
sYou know my business, sir" said he
to Darlington; II have made a journey to
teach you manners, and it is not my pur-
pose to return until | have broken every
bone in your body" and at the same time
he cut figure of eight with his shillalah
before the cheyal glass.
"You do not mean to say you would
murder me in my bed, /" exclaimed DANES,
who had as much humor as cool courage.
sNo, replied the other, "but get up as
soon as you can. "
"Yes, . replied DANES, "that you might
fell me the moment I put myself out Of
the blankets
"No,' replied the other, II pledge you
my word not to touch you until you are
out of bed.
.You won't?"
.No."
"Upon your honor?"
/ ssUpon my honor
sThis is enough" said DANES, turning
over and making himself comfortable, ,anc
seeming as though he meant to fal
asleep, "I have the honor of an Irish
gentleman, and may rest as safe as though
l were under the Castle guard"
| The Tipperary salamaBder looked mar
lvelously astonished at the pretended
sleeper, but soon DANES began to snore.
"Halloa!" said Mr.. Foley, aarn't yol
going to get up9'
"Nc," said DANES, ssI have the word o
an Irish gentleman that he will not strik
me in bed, and / am sure | am not goin,
to get up to have my bones broken.
Twill never getup again. In the meantime
Mr.. Foley, if you should want you
breakfast, ring the bell; the best in tn
house is at your service. The mornin
paper will be here presently, but be sur
and air it before reading, for there
nothing from which a man SO quickl
catches cold as reading damp journal,
, and DANES affected to go to sleep.
+ The Tip. had fun in him as well as fe
}, rocity; he could net resist the cunning 9
D the counsel.
"Get up, Mr.. Darlington, for in bed Q
out Of bed, have not the pluck to hun
so droil heart
The result was that in less than a
:. hour afterward DANES and his intende
| murderer were sitting down to war;
5 breakfast, the latter only intent upo
a assaulting dish of smoking chops.
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