New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1866-01-27
FROM IRELAND.

Charge or the Pelice-FIighs Of the
Csabsssnts-Fresuen Of Flights
Agrarian 0ssrases-Fs.iastsss
peesasieu Of an Irish-American Army.
From Our Special Correspondent
TRpERABY. Jan. 6. 1860.
Fighting Tipperary is proverb over all Ire
land for fighting and roting rows and rucrons where
the good old institution Of faction fighting is still pre-
served in something like ts pristine purity and "bit
of divarsbun gid the sticks wanting the lively
inquirer after the same 1t my good lack to wit
ness peat little specimen Of this phase Of Irish life on
small SCALE winding up with bit Of tooroo with
ths peelers. The occasion was q Fair day. and the
scene though emphatic enough to American eyes, was
nothing was told to the desperate rows that occasion
ally occur.
Tipperary itself Is by no large town. in fact
scarcely more than one long street. In the center Is
the market.psce, small open square surrounded oy
high wall hotel bank, and few decent shops aiteI
which the buildings rapidly descend into long rows Oh
tho usual stone cabins with haiched roofs
aud tiny windows that afford but scanty light In these
dark days to the dweers the earhen floors wihin'
where the turf fire gives out its Pickering light on the
couple Of heavy CHAIRS and stools the bed in the corner
The dresser with its seany ornaments Of plates the
iron pot for the stirabout and potatoes the hapenny
colored prints Of the Virgin With tho Bleeding Heart
or ST. Patrick castigatng the Devil. which form the
only furniture and adornments Of the caoin while the
children crawl about hungry and wet fighting with the
pig for potato SKINS and the wife sits rocking her latest
born in her arms with hungry eyes, fierce. ragged and
dirty, and the man reels on the hob with an empty
dudeen in his hat and his cheeks buried in his hands
broodng in ideness and hunger while the pIess rain
makes the drops in the streets rise 10 meet and thinks
the old gun or pike be has hid In the thatch or In the
Leighboring bog with savage despair as BIO begins 10
dread that the Fenians IN America are not coming
after ALL and John OMahony himself bis fondest hope
and pride. Tipperbry born and out In 40. but
"schsmer Of the world wide" with his money In his
pocket and his tongue in his cheek.
The day Of the fair was cold wet and ia spite Of
which the street and marketplace were crowded and
ammed with men in swaow tailed coats and corduroy
small clothes every one with his fine long blackthorn
under bis arm with CATTLE or pigs or hay under their
charge, and women with their skirts pinned In roll
behind and the hoods Of their coaks drawn over their
heads with little donkey carts containing bunch OF
poultry or basket of eggs, crooks OF butter The
6uste and argument Of buying and selling went on
through the day. every bargain being conducted with
an earnestness Of voice and gesture that would make
you think that the parties would instantly come to
blows whereas they might be the best friends In tho
world and the odd shilling that made the differ neces'
sarly going for two quarts Of beer and "screeehing
hot punch The public houses were blocked with the
throng pouring in and oct; the stall women who sat
under their umbrellas along the curbstones OF the
streets with stands Of apples and cakes and crockery
and religious prints. and cheap ironmongery, drove
thriving trades; grand conclaye was assembled In
the old clothes mart where group Of dozen OF his or
her friends and relatives would be examining and crit
lcising snd chaering about some tatered old coat or
greasy corduruys with which some shockheaded gos'
soon was going to adorn himself for the coming Shrove
tide; or some flannel petcoat or stained calico Dress
for which some fine fresh Colleen whose blooming checks
and shining hair would be the envy Of Duchess, and
whose pink ankles and feet would support hodcarrer
was looking with longing likewise to DO prepared
'sein Shroft," which Is the general counting time
among the peasantry, and amid all this crowd. here
and there and everywhere the dark brown uniforms Of
the constabulary.
Toward evening tho noises began TO grow louder;
some drunken man would stagger along singing q
verse of street ballad in that doefu Irish howl which
must be heard to be appreciated, or another would
whrl his kippeen around his head and shout forth
note Of defiance. The police were more active than
ever IN Jerking angry disputants from each other or
dragging away the hOpeessy drunk to the barracks.
The business Of tho day was mostly over, the more
prudent which is to say sober were already urging on
their hungry dapples toward their lonesome cabins
under the shadow Of the neghborng Gatees or Ia sur
rounding country side the dudeen counting their happy
noses with its incense and their hearts warmed not
only with the Taste taste in life Of whisky but with the
thought Of the white shinps in the pockets In the pet
coat and the fine wheat loaf for the children by their
sides and penporth OF tea for themselves as the gosps
sat as comfortable as you please the straw spread Oh
the bottom Of the cart discussing the market and the
sossoon with lis legs dangling over the front of the
cart weltng into the donkey with stick Those that
remained we're in different pghti the men were stag
eerips about the streets with women hanging to
their arms trying to persuade them home, or were
vhsckipe tie tables in tho pubc.houses with pewter
pipts calling for more beer yowing everlasting friend
shin or yoclferousy spplauding some singer. whose
high soaring dice was celebrating the late Pape Brig
ade or the noble Fox Hunt Of Tuamore, or the Execu
tion of John McNurough for the cruel murder OF Ann
his wife or any other similar theme Of the Irish ballad
muse.
All at once shouts heard and the fret that was
IN be sesn was knot Of men struggling with shillelahs
twinkliDg above their neaus tue uu nea'y So" VI no
weapon on the human skull being distinctly perceptibe
whoo yer sowl the crowd poured out OF the public
houses like a swarm Of crazy bees BY some magnetic
instinct they felt the row. In On instant the original
nucleus was lost and general engagement going on
with the utmost fury. 1t was whaek, whack, and
whack again. Stones flew. and men were down and up
like nine.pins. Women screamed and fed, or we're
tramped on by the press as they endeayored to drag
out Of the crowd husband or brother who had got
bis Cruel and was yingon the ground The doors were
all instantly closed and the sound Of the wndowgiass-
smashed by stray missiles was frequent The stalls
were upset and the likewise. that is those who
had not esca ed by early retreat. Not all however