The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1867-09-27
An IriShman's Letter.

The following characteristic let
ter, written by a Hibernian of six
years experience Of American in
stitutions, was submitted to a re-
porter of the New York Sun
NEW YORK, Jan. Ia, 1867.
My dear Mary, the darlint of my
heart and sowl, | am we'll, but had
the faver and ager, and hope you
are in the same condition, thanks
be to God. I wish you many New
Years, and the children, and hope
you'll have three score and ten of
them. We had Christmas here, but
the haythens don't keep it like we
used to at home. Divil resave the
one liver said to me, many happy
Christmas, or bad luck to me, or
any other politeness. I didn't get
a Christmas box until l was going
home that night, and night-walk-
ing blagard gave me one on the eye
and axed me for me money. Igave
him all l could, about a score of
pounds. which knocked the cents
out Of him. They tell me that the
nagur is going to be the white man
in future, and that the white ma
gurs in Congress Ga bigpuhlic house
in Washington are going to try
the President for being a white man.
If they find him guilty and there is
no doubt about it, for they are ac-
cusers, witnesses, lawyers, judges,
all in one, they're going to execute
the Executive, make fellow called
Cold facts President, and remove
the state of Government to a place
called Bosh-ton, celebrated for it's
Republicans and sinners. Thin is
the same as the ridiculous fellows
they call ridiculers-no, Radicals
saving your presence.
They want to continue their own
power--God betune us and all harm.
They say the southerners must 60
down ON their nees to them. They
forget that the poor devils are fat
on their backs in the dust already,
and they're name set to kick
man whin he's down. Be jabers it
makes me blood bile to think of it,
and that's the rason I'm running
over on this paper. One war is no
sooner over than they commence
the beginning Of another in Wash
ington, and God only knows where
or whin it may end. ] lost one fine
leg ir the last war, but I have an
other left for a good cause, and I'll
fight for johnson; for / hear his
great grandmother by his forefath-
crs side was an Irishman. x \
We have snow and frost here now,
and it is likely We will have more
weather. The temperance men
God save the mark-in a place
called Albany, where people send
Representatives to chate them,
have stopped our grog only by day.
light.
Devil a much matter, any ways,
for they don't keep dhrop of da-
cent drink in the country-no rale
Irish pothcen, a tumbler Of which
would charm the heart of a wheel
barrow, or make a shovel dance
nothing at all but stuff that would
kill a pig to live on it much less
Christian baste. Remember
me to Jim; tell him he's we'll, and
ask him how I am, I'm sorry to
hear of the death of the bull, and
hope you're likewise. Her milk is
loss. Tell Tady McFinn if he
comes here he will see more of
America in one day than if
ed staid at home all his life. I'm
glad his wife got over the twins
and hope she'll be better--next
time. There's room for improve
ment. I like this country, but
there's no place like ould Ireland,
where you'd get as much whisky
for shilling as would make tay for
six people. If you don't get this,
write and let me know. If you
don't write soon, / may be dead,
for life is uncertain under the Rad
icals; but dead or alive I'll answer
your letter. Address your dear
brother Jimmy, New York America,
and I'll axe for a letter from my
darlint sister.