The Van Buren press., 1867-10-25
An Irishman's Letter.

Inc lOllONlhS Chh' h'dClcIlstlS iSt'''' VIZ
ten bya Hibernian OF six years experience
Of American institutions. was submitted
to a reporter OF the New York Sun:
New York, January IL, 1861
My dear Mary, my darlint Of my heart
and sowl, am well, but had the taver and
agcr, and hope you are in the same condi-
ton, thanks be to God. 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 keep it like we used to at home.
Diyil resave the one iver said to me, many
happy Christmas, or bad luck to me, or
any other politeneSs. didn'tget Christ
mas box until l was going home that
night, and night walking Olagard gave
me one on the eye, and axcd me for me
money. ] gave him all | 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 nagurs in Congress Ia big
public 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 accuscrs, witnesses,
lawyers, judges, all in one, they're going
to execute the Executive, make fellow
called Cold facts President, and remove the
safe of government to a place called Bosh-
ton, celebrated for its Republicans and sim
nors. Thin is the same as the ridiculous
fellows they call ridiculers-no, Radicals
saving your presence.
They want to continue their own power
God betuno us and all harm. They say
the southeIners must go down on their
knees to them. They forget that the poor
devils are fiat on their backs in the dust al
ready, and they name setJo kick man
whin he's down. BE iaberS 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 Washington, and
God only knows where or whin it may
end. | lost one fine leg in the last, but
have another left for good cause. and I'll
fight for johnson for | hear his great
grandmother by his loreiather's side was
an Irishman. x 4 We have
snow and frost here now, and it is likely
we will have more weather The temper
ance men-God save the mark-.u a place
called Albany, where the people SEND Rep
resentatives to chate them, have stopped
our grog only by daylight,
Devil a much matter, any ways, for they
don't keep dhrop Of dacent drink in the
count,y--no rale Irish potheen, 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 if he
had to live on it, much less Christian
baste. Remember me to jim tell
him he well, and ask him how am, I'm
sorry to hear of the death Of the bull, and
hope you re likewise Her milk is a loss
Tell Tady McFinD if he comes here he'll
see more Of America in one day than ifhe'd
staid at home all his life I'm glad his
wife got over the twins, and hope shell
/ be better-neXt time. There's room fol
| Improvement, | like this country, but
there's no place equal to ould Ireland
where you'd get as much whiskey for {
shilling as would make tay for six people
If you don't get this, write and let mc
know. Ify you don't write soon, / may b,
dead for life is uncertain under the Radi
Gals but dead or alive I'll answer your let
ter. Address your dear brother Jimmy
New York America. and I'll axe for
letter from my darlint sister