The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1870-12-31

isdo SesS TO you can you SLY ~fiai
you're bid - says my lord the-Judgc.
"Guilty or not guilty p
Not guilty" says Kishogue.
4 81 don't believe you" says the Judge.
'Small blame to you" says Kishogue ;
'.you're paid for hanging people, and you
must do something for your wages"
"You'ye too much pirate, sir" says my
lord.
"Faix, then, I'm thinkin' it's yourself
and your friend, the hangman, Will cure
me o that very soon," says kishosuc.
And thrue for him, faith, he wasn't
far out in sayin' that same, for they
1 murthered him entirely, They brought
! terrible sig ht of witnesses against him,
thar swore away his life on the cross
examination; and, indeed, sure enough,
it was the crossest examination altogeth-
er | ever seen. Oh, they swore, the
bowld witnesses, that he would swear
hole in an iron pot any day in the year.
Not but that Kishogue's friends done
their duty by him. Oh, they stud by
him like men, and swore power for him,
and shtrove to make out lullaby for
him-maynin' by that same that he was
asleep in another place at the time-but
it wouldn't do /; they couldn't make it
plain to the judge and jury and my
poor Kishoguc was condemned for to die
and the judge put on his black cap, and
indeed it's not becomin', and he dis,
coursed the height of fine language, and
gev kishosue power of advice that it
was moral pity Kishosue didn't get
sooner, and the last words the judge said
was, ''The Lord have mercy on your
sowl"
"Thank'ee, my lord" says Kishogue
though, indeed, it is few has luck or
grace afther your prayers"
And sure enough, faith; for the next
Saturday kishogue was ordered out to be
hanged, and the streets through which
he was to pass was nightly thronged, for
In them days, you see, the people used to
be hanged outside of the town not at all
as one is now, when we're hung senteely
out % jail; but in thin days they did
not attind to the comforts of the people at
all, but put thin into cart, all as ono
as conthrairy pig goin' to market, and
stravaiged through the town to the gal
lows. that was full mile beyant it; but,
to be sure, whin they came to the corner
of the cross-streets, where the widow
Houlaghan's nate little public house was
then, afore thin dirty swaddlers knocked
1t down and built meetin' house there,
bad cess to thin; shure they're spilin'
divarsion wherever they go-when they
kim there, as l was tellin' you, the pur-
session was always stopped, and they had
fiddler and mulled wine for the divar-
sion of the prisoner, for to rise his heart
for what he was to go through; for by all
accounts it is not plaisiu' to be goin' to
be hanged, suppos;a you die in good
cause itself, as my uncle Jim towld me
whin he suffered for killing the gauger
Well, you see, they stopped ten minutes
at the public house, not to hurry man
with his drink. and besides, to give the
prisoner an opportunity of sayin' an odd
word or so to friend in the crowd, to say
nothin' of bein' mighty improvin' to the
throDg to see a man loekin pale at the
thought of death, and may be an iditi-
cation and warnin' to him that he was
inclined to sthray. But, it never
happened before or since but as bad
luck would have it that day, the divil a
fiddler was there when Kishogue dhruv
up in the cart, no ways daunted at all
but the minute the cart stopped rowlin'
he called out as stout as a ram /: '.Sind
me out Tim Riley here," says he, 'sthat
he may rise my heart with the Rakes o
Mallow; )" for he was mallow man by
all accounts, and mighty proud of his
town. Well, ay coorse, the tune was hot
to be had, because Tim Riley was not
there, but was lynn dhrunk in ditch at
the same time comm home from confis>
sion, and when poor Kishogue hecred
that he Good not have his favoritc tune it
wint to his heart to that degree that he'd
hear no comfort in life, and he bid them
dhrive him on, and put him out o pain
at wanst.
"Oh, take the drink, anyhow, areon,"
says the Wildly Houlaghan, who was the
mighty hearted, and always at
tinded the man who was goin' to be
hanged with the dhrink herself, if he
was ever so great stranger but if he
was ever friend of her own, she'd go
every fut to the gallows wild him and see
him suffer. Oh, she was darlin' ! Well
flake the dhrink, Kishogue, my jew
el," says she, handin' him brave mug
o mulled wine, fit for q lord; but he
wouldn't touch it. 'sTake it out of my
sight, says he, "for my heart is low be-
kase Tim Riley desaived me, when ex
pected to die game, like one of the Rakes
% Mallow. Take it out o my sight"
says he, putting it away with his hand
and shure twas the first time Kishogue
was ever known to refuse dhrop O. drink,
and many remarked that it was the
change before death coming over him.
Well, away they rode to the gallows,
where there was no delay in life for the
prisoner and the Sheriff asked him if he
had anything to say before he suffered
but Kishogue hadn't word to throw to
a dog, and av course he had nothin' to
say to the Sheriff, and, wouldn't say
word that he might be improvin' even to
the crowd, by way of an indication; and,
indeed, sore disappointment it was to
the throng, for they thought he'd make
and illigant dying speech and the prin-
theirs there, and the ballad singers, all
ready to take it down complete, and they
thought it was dirty turn Of Kishogue
to chate them ont of their honest penny,
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