The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1866-12-15
Irish DroIlery.

An amusing story Of DANES Bar
rineton. recorder Of Bristol, Is rclat-
ed. Having to appear for a plaintiff
in n case at Clonmell, he let into the
defendant in unmeasured terms. The
individual inveiched against not be-
inp present, only heard Of the inycc-
tive. After Darlington, however,
had got back to Dublin, Tipperory
man, named Foley, lost no time in
paying his respects to the counsel.
He rode all day and night, and COW
cred with sleet, arrived before Bar
rngton's residence in Harcourt street,
Dublin. Throwing the reins of the
smoking horse over the railing of the
area, he announced his arrival by a
laundering knock at the door. Bar
rington's valet answered the sum-
mons, and, opening the street door,
beheld the apparition OF the rough
coated Tipperary fire-eater, with a
large stick under his arm, and the
sleet sticking to his bushy whiskers.
"Is your master up?" demanded
the visitor, in voice that gave some
evidence Of the object of his journey.
NO." answered the man.
"Then give him my compliments,
and say Mr.. Foley-he'll know the
name-will be glad to see him. a.
"The valet went up stairs and told
his master, who was in bed, the pur-
port Of his visit.
Then don't let Mr.. Foley in for
your life, for it is not 4 hare nor
brace of ducks that he has come tc
present me-" said harrington.
The man was leaving the bed.
room, when a rough wet coat pushed
by him, while a thick voice said, "by
your leave" and at the same tim,
Mr.. Foley entered the room.
"You know my business, sir" sale
a he to Darlington. al have made {
journey to teach you manners, and i
is not my purpose to return until
have broken every bone in YOU
body" and at the same time he cut {
figure eight with his shillalah befor,
the cheval glass.
"You don't mean TO say you woulc
murder me in bedg' exclaimet
DANES, who had as much humor a
cool courage.
NO." replied the other, "but &c
up as soon as you can"
"Yes," replied DANES, "that 20,
might fell me the moment ] put my
self out of the blankets"
mo-" replied the other, 81 pledg
YOU my word not to touch you unit
you are out of bed.
you wont?"
"No.n
"Upon your honor?'
"rhis is enough" said Daine
turning over and making himse
comfortable, and seeming as thong
he meant to fall asleep, "I have III
honor of an Irish gentleman, an
may rest as safe as though | wei
under the castle guard"
The Tipperay salamander locke
marvelously astonished at the pr,
tended sleeper, but soon Daines b,
gan to snore.
"Halloa," said Mr.. Foley, cain
you going to get up?'
"No," said DANES, 81 have Il
word of an Irish gentleman that
will not strike me in bed, and | a
not going to get up to have my bon
broken. i will never get up agai
In the meantime, Mr.. Foley, il v,
should want your breakfast, ring Il
bell the best in the house Is at yol
service. The morning paper will
here presently, but be sure and air
before reading, for there is nothir
from which a man 80 quickly catch
cold as reading a damp journal. !" al
DANES Affected to 20 to sleep.
The Tip had fun in him as well
fcrocity he could not resist the cu
ming Of the counsel. Get up. N
harrington, for in bed or out Of be
| have not the pluck to hurt so dr.,
a heart
The result was that IN les than
hou, afierward, DANES and his
.enued murderer were sitting do,
% warm breakfast, the latter on
intent upon assaulting a dish
smoking chops.