The Bedford gazette. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1805-current, 1867-03-29
The @eafprd Gazette.
AN IRIsHMAN.s LETTER.

The following characteristic letter,
written by Hibernian of six years
experience of American institutions,
we copy from an exchange:
New YORK, Feb. the IA.
My dear Mary, the darlint of me
hart and sowl, am well, but had the
favor and agor, and l hope you are in
the same condition, thanks be to God.
1 wish you many happy New Years,
and the children, and hope You will
have three score and tin of thin. We
had Christmas here, but the haythens
don't kape it like we used at home.
Divil the one iver said to me, many
happy Christmas, or bad luck to ye, or
any other politeness. | didn't get
Christmas box until / was goin home
that night, and night walkin' blag-
gard gave me one on the eye, and aXed
me for me money. Igave him all |
could, about 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 public
house in Washington are goin to try
the President for being a white man.
If they find him guilty, and there's no
doubt about it, for they are accusers,
witnesses, lawyers, judges, all in one,
| they're goin to execute the executive,
make a fellow called COldfacts presi-
dent, and remove the safe of govern
ment to a place called BOSh-ton, cele-
brated for its Republicans and sinners.
Thin is the same as the ridiculous fel-
lows they call ridicules-no radicals
saving your presence. They want to
continue their own power-God betune
us and all harm. They say the South
erners must go down on their knees to
them. They forgot that the poor div
lis are flat on their backs in the dust al
ready, and they're name set to kick
man Whin he is down. Be jabers it
makes me blood bile to think of it, and
that's the rason Pm running over this
paper. One war is no sooner over than
they commence the beginning of an
other in washington, and God only
knows where, or whin it may end. [
lost one fine leg in the last, but [ have
another left for a good cause, and I'll
fight for johnson, for hear his great
grandmother by his forefather's side,
was an Irishman.
We have snow and frost here now,
and it is likely we will have more Wea-
ther. The temperance men-God save
the mark-in place called Albany,
where the people send Representatives
to chate them, have stopped our grog,
only by daylight. Divil much mat
ter anyways, for they don't kape a
dhrap of dacent drink in the country
no rale ould Irish potheen, tumbler
of which would charm the heart of
Wheelbarrow, or make shovel donce-
nothing at all but stuff that would kill
a pig if he had to live on it, much less
a Christian baste.
Reminder me to Jim; tell him he's |
well, and ask him how / am. Tell |
Tady McFinn if he comes out here,
he'll see more of America in one day |
than if he staid at home all his life. |
Pm glad his wife got over the twins,
and hope she'll do better next time.
There's room for Improvement. L
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
git this, write and let me know. If |
you don't write soon l may be dead,
for life is uncertain under the radicals, |
but dead or alive, I'll answer your let
ter. Address your dear brother jim
my, New York, America, and I'll axe
for letter from me darlint sister.