Middletown transcript., 1870-11-26
Selett poetrp.
[ From The Golden Cay:l
A BRICK IN HIS HAT.

From The Golden Ciy']
BRICK IN HIS HAT.
Not far from this s3ot,
In sweet little COT
Or, to speak more correctly, shanty--
BY the side of the road
Half hid by the wood
Where the houses are scattered and scanty-
Lived as dBciHt pair
As eer hourshed in Clare
In the times when praics were plenty.
It will not be inferred
From my Of this word
They all that's polite and du tatj
But what | would say
Of these folks is, that they
We're very respectable ptir IN their 'ody.
We all have our faults
When temptation assaults
In This respect all men equal.
In b dies most sound
Some blemish is found
And theirs will appear in the sequel.
Lest be to blame,
Should mention by name
Our hero and his fair divinity,
We will christen him Pat
Sure there's no harm in that
And Biddy We'll call his " affinity"
would scorn to bring shame
To au honest man name,
And subject myself 10 a libel;
But the tale tell you,
Though in rhyme is as true
As though it were culled from the Bible.
Pat carried n hod,
Or turned over the sod,
Which for many rod,
Unconscious and wild,
In the summer time smiled
Upon Biddy's estate.
And where Paddy grew
As much greens and tomatoes,
Cabbages, squash and potatoes
As would serve them to ate,
With their home-fed pigs mate,
Though they feastcd in state
The whole winter through.
While Biddy, the crathur,
model of nature
In every fayture,
As well as stature,
Kept house and sang jigs,
And took of the pigs
And when She had baccy and leisure,
She would squat by the door,
On the natural floor,
With her old pipe for comfort and pleasure,
And it has been asserted,
And not controverted-
Which goes far to prove its vcracity-
That taste of strong waters
Might be had in those quarters
BY trusting to Biddys sagacity.
1t has also been said
That many were ed
To the shanty to test their good quality,
Who found great relief,
Their Guinness and grief
Being changed to feeling ofioty.
And Biddy herself
Often went to the shelf
That contained what she called her maiRtdi
While Paddy, the boy,
To his infiuite joy,
Also found it n rdle conr1incncs.
Now it happened one day,
No thing, by the way,)
Pat could scarce keep his limbs in subjcction,
As he strobe TO his work,
Looking bold Turk,
Towards building in course of erection
The men looked askance,
As they saw him advance,
And slyly predicted some fun out Of Pat
Some said he sick,
As he handled the brick,
And others, that he had brick in his hat.
But he laughed at their fears,
And scorned their rude jeers,
And mounting the hod to his shoulder,
Ran up the steep ladder,
Fierce, faster and madder,
For ieering but made him the bolder.
Alas j for the Muse,
We can't always choose
The end of life tale
Careers most glorious,
And rhymes most ahorous,
Oft come to gloomy finale.
Through some strange mishap,
Some unlucky step,
Or, it may be, the weight of the brick in his h
None ever can tell
Was it certainly that,
But sad to relate,
Down, down from his height
Our hero fell.
Down. down in amazemcnt,
Past window and easement,
From staging TO basement,
In one tumblng leap.
Bricks mortal aud all,
And part of the wall,
Which he brought in his fall,
All piled in heap.
Twas ptiful sight
To see the sad plight
Presented by Pat, as he lay in the gutter.
As we picked up his bones,
Amid curses and groans
From among the loose stones,
All plastcred and muddy,
despatched and bloody,
And carried him home on the back of shut
NY rhyme is now finished my story is ended
And this is the gist of the moral intended
Never climb up ladder or any steep height
Never naiiest any strong symptoms of fight,
Although tenacious of life as u cat
II you should have too many bricks in your !
DELAWARE MUTUA.
LIFE INSURANCE COMPANY
OF WILMINGTON, DELAWARE