Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1866-05-11

hain't seen nothin but Blow, 50 fart
been all blow, and the blowers in New Yorl
wont get out of the Bellusses as long on
Irish trens IN the roorsl distrlcks send en-
money.
''Let the green 1oa, above che rcd, !
that'll make if any better, bat don't yoJ
be the green. Don't never 90 into any.
thing till YOU know whereabouts Won 'rC
goin' to.
This is u very good country here where
you are You Irish hay' enjoyed our boons
held your share of our Offices, and you Ger
tainly hay' done your share Of our yOtin'
Then why this hullabaloo about freein' Ire
land? You do your frens in Ireland crate
inioory, too because they b'lieye you re
comm sure enuf, and they fly of the
handle and get into Jail. Ny Irish frens,
ponder things little. Famine EN- closely,
above all ind out where the pusses 90 to.
/ | sot down. There was no applaws. but
they listened to me kindly. They know'd
Z was honest, however wrong might be and
/ they knOw'd, too, that there was no people
on arth whose generosity and gallantry
had higher respect for than the Irish, ex-
cept when they fly of the handle So my
teller citizens let me tOOt my horn.
But Squire Thaxter put his hand onto my
he'd, and said. IN a mOurnful tone of vols,
MIR. Wood your mind is failin'. Your in
telleck totters You are only about sixty
years Of age, vet you will soon be a driyelin
dotard, and have no control over y0urself.'
Il have no control over my arms now,
l replied, driyin' my ELDERS suddenly into
tie Squire's stummuck, which caused that
cOrpylent magistrate to fall yIlently off the
into 81 l.
his venerable he'd into bass drum. and
stated murder twice, IN very loud vols.
1t was late when got home. The chill
dren aud my wife was all abed. Bat
Candida candle made from taller Uf our
raisin'-sleamed in BetsJ's room it gleam-
ed for All was still. The sweet silver
moon was a shinIn bright. and the neauu-
lul stars was up to their usual dJlns
felt sentimental mood stlll 50 gently ore
me stealth, and | pawsed before Betsy's
winder, and sung, in a kind Of op 'rstic vols.
as folders, imprJmptoo, 10 wit
Wake, Betsy, wake,
My sweet galJ0t
Rise up, fair lady.
While tuch my lutte
The wlnder-I regret - say that the win /.
der went up with a yillent crash, and a F.
form robed in spotless white, exclaimed, .
"Cum into the house. You old fool. To- F.
morrer you'll be goin' roand c3mplainin .
about your liver
| sot up spell by the kitchen fire readin .
Lewis Napoleos's Life of Julius Cc,ar.- (
What a reckless old cls- he was lit Lewis /
pictures him in CLOWN cullcrs. Cesar
made it lively for the boys in Gaui, didn't
he? He slewd one million OF citizens.
male and f-male-Gaul- and Glulusses-
and then he sold another million Of en- into
slavery He continnerd this cheerful stile
OF thing for sum time when one day he was
'sasslnated in Rome by some hgh-tontd
Roman gentleman. led IN by Mr. Brutus.-
When old Bruty inserted his knife into him,
Cesar admitted that he was gone up. Hi-
funeral was a great success, the house being
crowded to its utmost capacity. Fen min
ltes after ;hc doors were opened, the Jsher-
had TO put up cards on which was printed.
'Standin' Room only.
went to bed at last And So ! said.
BE- thou hast no car for sweet melody - 4
,ilvery snore was my only answer. Bet-y
slept
ARrwr> WARD.
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