The evening Argus. [volume] (Rock Island, Ill.) 1861-1871, 1866-05-04

II was into Mr.. Dslmonico's satin' house
the other night, and saw my frsn Mr.. Ter.
rencs McFaddsn, who il eliksnt and enter
prism duputy center..p He was settin' at !
table, eatin' . oanvasA back duck. Poultry
of that kind, - you Know, is rather hish
just now. think about Eve dollars per
Poult And bottle OF green seal stood be-
fore him.
"How are you, Mr. MoFadden 2" said.
ooh. Mr.. Ward / am miserable mis-.
cradle! The wrongs We Irishmen suffer i
Oh, Irelandl Will troo history Of your
sufferln's ever be written ? Must We be for
ever ground under by the iron heel of tho
despotic Briton ?-but, Mr.. Ward, won't you
eat suthin ?'
"Well," said, "lf there's another canvass
back and spare bottle of that green seal in
in ground under by Briton's iron hes2."
Screen turtle coup. first Z" he said.
"Well, yes, If Pm to share the wrongs of
Ireland with you, Tdon't care if do hav' a bowl
| of soup. Put bean into it, said to the wait
| er, sit will remind me of my childhood days.
when We had EN- baked in conjunction with pork,
every Sunday morning, and then all went up to
| the village church, and had q very refreshn nap
in the family pew"
| MI. McFadden, who was snfferin' so thruly for
| Ireland, was of the Mshony wing. I've no doubt
that some ekally patriotic member of the Rob-
| erts wing wos sufferin' in the same way over to
the Mason-Dory eatin' house.
"They say, Teller citizens, soon you will see
blow struck for Irish liberty! We hain't Gems
nothin but . blow 50 far-its been all blows, and
the blowers, in New York, won't get out of the
Bellusses as long our Irish frens in the rooral
districk send EN- money. -
LET the green foat above the red, if that'll
make it any better, but don't you be the green
Don't never 60 into anything till you know
whereabouts you're goin' to.
"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 thi.
hullabaloo about freein' Ireland? You do your
frens in Ireland crate injury, too; because
they b'Iieve you're comm sure enuf, and the,
fly off the handle and get into jail NV Irish
frens, ponder these things a little. 'Zamin,
'em closely, and above all, find out where th,
pusses 60 to-
Isot down. There was no applaws, bu. the,
listened to me kindly. They know'd was hon
est, however wrong might be and they know'd
too, that there was no people on arth whose gen
crosby and gallantry had higher respect fo
than the Irish, except when they fly OF the han
die. So my Teller citizens let me foot my horn
, But Squire Thaxter, put his hand onto my he'd
t and said in mournful tone of voice, 'Mr. Ware
your mind is failin'. Your inteeck totters -
You are only about sixty years of age, yet yo'
will soon be drivelin' dotard and have no con
troll over yourself"
Il have no control over my arms now" 1 re
piled, drivin' my ELDERS suddenly into tn
Squire's stummuck, which caused that corpylen
magistrate to fall vilently off the stage into tn
fddler's box, where he stuck his venerable het
, into bass drum, and stated murder twice, il
L a very loud vols.
1t was late when got. home The children
and my wife was all abed. But a candle mad
= from taller of our own raisin'-gleamed il
:! Betsys room it cleaned for /! All was still
The sweet silver moon was shineu' bright, an
0 the beautiful stars were up to their usual dons
= felt sentimental mood still so gently ore m
stealen', and pawsed before Betsy's winder
| and sung, in kind of op'ratio vols, as foliers
| impromtoo, to wit:
/ Wake, Betsy, wake,
Ny sweet galoOt
: Rise up, fair lady,
While / tuch my lutte
d The winder-I regret to say that the winde
went up with viient crash, and form robed i
d spotless white, exclaimed, Scum into the house