Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1872-01-18

possible. The character OF the people
in general is possessed of so few manly
attributes which make generous and
noble race, capable of self government
or worthy of it, that can but regard
republic such as ours an ideal which en-
thusiasts may cherish, but that is all. /
have failed to perceive the charms OF
Spanish characters but 1t may be others
can. Certainly the sun of heaven does
not shine upon fairer land, but of the
people the less say the better As the
shades of evening were falling on Bace-
Iona we left it and boarded the Guadi-
ana again. We saw number of sailors
kissing each other 'good bye" and the
parting group as they f1oated shoreward
from our ship sung a Spanish air, whose
gentle strains over the moon-lit waters
was waited us on the warm breeze with
enhancing sweetness and harmony. An
other boat came alongside and brought
us two Irishmen and one Englishman all
drunk. The Irishman was so disposed
to fight that the mate of our ship order
ed him strapped to the mast. lis loose
tongue and f1uency of speech were am
using to us. Said he Il would have
you low lived Spaniards know I'm an
Irish American born at Gophers hollow
near the city of Dubuque, Iowa, and my
mother owns 420 acres of land, her
name is Jane Maloney, and she sells milk
and butter in the city of Dubuque. I've
got brother and drunken brute he is.
But I'm getting old now, past forty and
four, but I fight for America. Manys
the tap I've got for standing by my
country, I've fought the great prize
fighters, played away $1,5O0,000 in
three card monte in California diggins.
I'm just from Australia. My name is
Jack Murphy, they call me Barney
Murphy, and I'm an American citizen, /
fight for my country and manys the tap
I've had for it.. In just such strain he
talked himself sober, as he stood secure
~ tied to the mast. Said /, Barney I'm
an American, and why do you disgrace
your country by getting drunk and fight
ing in that manner? Why don't you
save your money and buy farm in
Iowa, and live respected to die happy?
'My mind runs away with me, mister, |
try to he a gentleman" Barney I was
in Dubuque last autumn, and I'm going
home soon, suppose l go to Dubuque,
and meet your mother and say to her,
Jane Maloney, l saw your son, Jack
Murphy, away over at Barcelona, Spain,
and he was drunk and fighting, Now
Barney, don't you suppose that mother
loves you, wouldn't Jane Maloney cry?
He was sensibly affected and gave pro-
mise of better things. They unstrapped
him and he said good night, sir" laid
down and fell asleep, as he doubtless did
forty and four years ago, an innocent
babe on a doting mothers bosom. God
pity such. This morning we made
call of two hours at St. Filio, Spain, and
went ashore to find it an indifferent
place. We put to sea at l a. m, and
now as l write at sunset hour we are in
the Gulf of Lyons, On the gorgeously
tinted sky we see the suns parting rays
over a snow clad ridge Of the Pyrenees,
You who have followed through these
imperfect and hurried pen-sketches Of
our wanderings, will remember our first
glimpse of Spain was by sunrise over
the Pyrenees and now our glance is at
the sunset hour. Farewell! perhaps,
aye probable t0reUer. Fare the well
benighted, beauteous Spain.
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