Weekly Trinity journal., 1870-07-23
The Force OF Imagination.

Late one evening, a compile of Irishmen
stopped at country inn and asked for lodgings
Inc porter escorted them to the door of their
room but just as the travellers entered it, the
candle was extinguished by the wind from the
door as II closed behind them. The porter had
already returned to the bar-room, and after
N9inly groping on the mantlppece in search of
matches, the travellers resolved to 90 TO bed in
the dark. In the middle of the night one of
them awoke, and after shaking his companion
TO arouse him. said:
Terrence, I'm as white as a vaccinated kitten
Tor the want OF air Get up and open the win
dow. The room is as close as IA patent coffin
and II die if you don't give me air l'
terrence arose, groped around the room for a
few moments, and then said
We found the window, but bad luck to me
II can bulge it. | can't move it aither up or
down.
"Then knock couple of panes out wild yer
shoe, and We pay for them in the morning."
said the sick man.
Terrence did as directed. After two crashes
were heard by the mau in bed he seemed to re-
cover, for he remarked
Oh, that dir is nvigorating. ! feel better
already Out wild couple more panes Glass
Is chape, and the landlord won't be angry when
we're willing to pay for them"
Terrences stout brogans soon shattered the
few remaining panes, and the weak mar re-
covered his exhausted strength so soon after
wards, that IN ten minutes more be was enjoying
his slnmbers, undisturbed by the snores of his
companion, who had also expressed himself re-
treshed by the current of fresh air admitted
through the broken glass.
Considerable time ELAPSED, and at length the
travellers awoke. For thirty minutes they lay
conversing, wondering why they could not sleep
surely 1t must be near morning for don /
feel bit sleepy" said Terrence
" Morning - echoed the other. "By the
morthal, but it appears to me that it's perpetual
night ia this part of the world.
In few moments more they heard knock at
the door and the travellers asked what was
wanted.
" It's twelve o'clock r. answered the porter
opening the door, and entering the room with a
candle IN his hand. " Aren't ye going to get up
at ali p
" Only twelve oclock?" exclaimed Terrence.
Why thought it must be at least FIVE. What
dye mean by rousug US in the middle of the
hi2ht DO the people in these parts get up at
midnight !"
No but they get up at breakfast time"
" Why didn't you wait till breakfast time
before ye disturbed us ~
g Because its hours after breakfast time now
in fact it is just dinner time p
"Get out, or III throw my brogan at We.
What a baretaced liar ye must be to say its
dinner time before its daylight The candle in
yer hand makes liar out of ye %
8" Ha (! ha ha aW and the porter cbuckled
with the eXubeiance of delight. ono wonder
ye think it ism t daylight, for there no window
in this room to let in the light"
:" Thin what did brake last nght?' Terrence
asked, looking around the room in astonishment.
His eyes at last aghted on the bookcase, the
glass doors OF which presented "A very dilapidatcd
appearance. " BE the powers, jerry" he added
addressing his comrade, "whon | thought was
smashin' the windy, ! was only breakin' the
glass in the bookcase. But it did ye Il power iv
good Jerry, for ye said that ye felt the fresh air
reyiyin YET"