The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1871-03-18

quisite force and regularity, and is liable at
any moment to cease beating. In this sud
den cessation of the hearts action is found
an explanation of some of the sudden deaths
of which we read. These destructive effects
of the use Of alcoholic liquors are not by any
means confined to drunkards; they are seen
in persons who had never been intoxicated
during their lives, but who had been regular
drinkers of these liquors. The liver is dis
eased in a similar manner from the like
cause-Fronl What Shall We DRINK" in
tie Apra number Of LippincOtrs Magazine.
How DAN DoNNEILY FOUND RAsoN Foa
DRINKING. 1.-THE dirty blagard! He brought
the wife on me, and me innocent as the child
unborn. He came in here one day, with a
CRATE scrape, for Dan affects quality man
ners, he having seen the world.
" Your riverence,' says he, presenting a
great horn, this is a quare bottle
"'Ye bosthoon, says L, it's an ovid ante
diluvian cows horn, judging by the size.
And what may be in it, DAM?
"Faix, I'm tould it's potheen, says he, but
meself has not drawn the cork. It's CRATE
grief 1 can't. I'm on me oath agin it, Father
Mick. 1 thought you'd like to see horn
bottle, the first ever seen, an brought it
over
"'It's CRATE horn entirely, and you may
lave it, Dan, said 1, jestingly, for 1 have
reverence for old things. You are sworn
against the contents; 1 am not.
"Td be proud to lave it wild yer riverence,
an tin times the like of it, but daren't, said
Dan, for it's not all out mine.
'Well, returned the horn, and without
draining the laste harm, 1 said, its a curl
osity, Dan, and may the drink in it do you
good Mind ye don't make beast of your
self. Drink is for mans health and comfort,
and not to destroy him body and soul and
make fool and rogue of him to boot which
is worse in the worlds eye than infidelity.
1t is necessary to keep on a level with heaven
and earth both Dan. Take pattern by me-
"T would wild all my bones, returned
Dan, but I'd like to taste the dhrink would
overcome you, Father Mick; I'm in belief
they've left off distillin' it,
''The unhanged vagabond! He thought he
paid me compliment. It's little they know
1 am often drinking the pure spring water
when they're content it's whisky. The women
know the secret and keep it; my blessing on
them for it,
''But was deluded priest that day,
though there is satisfaction in knowing was
not the first had the feather drawn over his
eyes.
"On the word of gentleman and priest,
believe it, Dams ugly, red-headed, weasel
eyed, vixen old wife-the harridan! she was
morning by screech of day, hanging about
my premises like an unclean spirit, waiting
till she could pounce on me out of reach and
hearing of old Peggy: and that same she sue
ceeded in. tell you l had not the least idea
of the hag's intentions, so 1 fell victim to her
quite asy and natural-bad luck to her that
should say so for in my heart wish i'll to
no human soul.
"'Priest, said she, why did ye Civ Dan
loxy To Il hrty, a,,1 h
you KNOWN it?'
"T didn't, said I.
"'Ye did, said she, AN he's rowling
dhrunk now, an says you gev it him.
"'Give him ''rowling drunk, Biddy !! said
I, joking on her trip of the tongue, for she
was beginning to look like Nell Cafferty's
cat, the biggest divil between the two ends of
Ireland, no dog daring to go within mile of
her-'gave him trolling drunk" Biddy P said
her; how could give him ''rowling drunk, "
Biddy, mo caToibhis cno9 If he's ''rowling
drunk, " it's the whisky he got the distemper
from, the perjured sinner!
ga female fury makes me nervous, throws
me out altogether.
Och, says she, but yer nate at a joke,
mighty nate; it does ones heart and sowl
good to hear you: feel the betther already.
My sarvis to ye / see yer gilty, an Holy
Mary help me, the bishop shall hear of yer
thricks.'
"And away she went across the bog, lavine
me bothered. 1t came out that Dams oath
went to this-that he would not touch drink
| again till it was put into his hand by the
priest; and sure did put it into the fellows
hand, though innocent of the Interpretation
he put on it.
$50 it was Dan found a rason for drink
| ing, the nefarious rascal! But settled with
| him for his perjury and deceit of me. Biddy
| was on her knees to me ever after"
The priests nectar was fine, the reason fol
drinking it good, and the story gave addi
tional zest. Dan was a model of his kind
'Dan of the horn" they call him to this day
From "Wild Ireland" in tho april mum
Der Of LipptneOtfs Magazine.