The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-11-09
ireland wants q Princess.

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SON of Scotch duke has raised double
question here-the first being, of course,
that of princess marrying outside the
royal circle. The second takes the form
of an Irish grievance. Had the choice
of the Princess Louisa been of an Eng
lish nobleman, the idea Of grievance
! would not SO readily have suggested it.
self. But the partiality of the Queen
herself for Scotland is often ungraciously
remarked upon here. and the choice Of a
Scotch Duke by the Princess Louisa will
not tend to alIay the feeling"
Even the loyal conservative journal,
the Daily cypress, asks
lis thern not III this marriage the germ
OF an Irish question? Three princes and
princess remain still undisposed of.
Justice to Ireland clearly demands that
we should not be forgotten, but that we
should number among our Irish aristo-
cracy member of the royal family"
The same journal dismisscs, as unworthy
of serious consideration, oil apprehcn-
sions of dynastic complications arising
out of the innovation now that ''the
royal veto upon legislation is regarded
as practically obsolete, and when the
House OF Commons, not the sovereign,
makes and unmakes cabinets"
Iu6 TTeSH1fnS S journal says:
"The public will sec in this innovation
common sense striking down the barrier
that sewers ruler from the people. and
Tue first step towards the removal of the
superstition that 'hedgeth round the
blood of royal personages. 1t is right
royal stride in the democratic course on
which England has of late travelled with
such marvellous rapidity.'
Tho Cork E,r0yoj ojuor rono rdo tina ooour
renee as ca striking sign of the times"
It thinks the alliance an extremely for
innate one for the princess. To bo tho
wife of the head of the princely house of
Campbell is something better than to
fall into the hands Of some needy Ger
man adventurer.
The Cork Herald SAYS:
''Thc cXpectnnt bridegroom's S father is
a leading member of the ministry, and,
though possessing some of the best
blood Of Scotland in his veins, respects
trade and commerce SO much that he has
placed younger son in an Office in Liv
erpool."
The Cork Conshtutiou thinks that, not
withstanding the decline in the personal
influence of the sovereign, there will DO
a natural and incontroyertiblc suspicion
of underhand influence being used by
one so closely allied to the royal family.
DROWNING THE RAT.-The partiality
of the darkey for the sun is proverbill.
At MONDAY, with the fierce rays shining
down on his bare head, the mosquitoes
singing around him, and the flies making
amorous dalliance with his nose or lips,
he sleeps and dreams. One old darkey
in the Fourth District, New Orleans, has
RI 1ot1 For oef la.1 H. L
step Of prominent residence for his
MONDAY nap. Being driven off one day,
he comes the next. With his head thrown
back and his mouth wide open, he snores
away, to the exceeding discomfort of the
inmates. Called to the door by this dis
agreeable diapason few days since, the
lady of the house concluded she would
try an experiment. For this purpose
she procured small piece Of ice and
dropped it into the huge orifce that
served as Sambo's mouth. It disap-
pearcd like shot, and with q cough and
n snort, Sambo started to his feet.
"Ugh!" he cried, as the ice sent vio-
lent thrills through his stomach.
"What dis?" aud his fingers clutched
nervousy the afflicted parts.
just then some one cried out in the
house that big rat had run down "Un-
Gle Sans" thront. This added terror to
his pain. He rolled OH the banquette
and cried Justify for help.
"Fore God, missus, he's gnawing
ontn me. feels him. Oh, golly, he's
kiln me" and the whites of the dar-
keys eyes protruding like saucers, and
the convulsed and anguished face, showed
that real pain was strongly enhanced by
his imaginary terror.
"Oh, golly, how he do jump and kick
about" and Sambo again gave himself
up to pnroxysm of lamentatiol.
''Drink warm water, Uncle Sam, and
drown him" the lady suggested.
Without moments hesitation Sam
started for the water-plug He turned
on the crank, and the water started.
Sam glued his lips to the nozzle until his
sides were pulled out like IN inflated
balloon.
"How do you feel now. Uncle Sam?"
the lady inquired, rs Sam staggered
back to his seat
Il guess hos drowned, mssus; but
here's what's troubling dis chile, ho,c's
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