The New York herald., 1872-07-24
"B0ULD JACK DONOGHUE." /"

He Again Gets Into Good Company
Irish Ballads In the Jefferson Market
Prisoners SBOx"-A FlirtatiOn-He
Goes Back to His Summer Residence
ssOn the Isla nd"
One Of the hardest looking specimens OF hu-
manity whose fortune 1t was to come be-
fore Judge Ledwith yesterday, at Jefferson
Market, was an Irishman who rejoces In the
romantic souoriQ,let Of "Bowld Jack Donoghue."
Jacks career since his entree into the world has
been wondrousiy checkered. He is the slave OF
Bacchus-if that deity ever yet cOndescended to
patronize the lovers Of fusil oil ycept whiskey.
When under Its influence he is an erratc low
comedian, and would probably ensure crowded
houses to the theatrical manager who would
engage to keep his throat wet Jacks residence
has been divided between the curbstOnes OF the
city and the beatinc enclosures on Blackwells
Island, whittier he was sent for six months 80
journ some time ago. He recently, however, ar
rived in town, and, as matter Of course,
he yester day paid his compliments to Judge Led
with, who received him with an expression on his
face that Indicated that he was not unexpected.
BefOre.the morning intermission had passed Jack
was brought into Court by an ofcer, and he aroused
1t from the lethargy Of dulness which falls upon it
W ss s Se a e
was swung open, and Jack entered the steaming
atmosphere with the phosophic remark that he
''bOx" contained two or three lewd women, two
counterfeiters and q large number Of drunkards.
''BOwld Jack" walked like prince OF the blood to
a seat in the corner where he sat down quietly and
then gazed around. Pretty soon he engaged In re-
partee with some OF his fellows, and uttered re-
marks which, although OF the most vulgar kind,
were loud enough to be heard in the court room
and witty enough to set the crowd in a
weak young female then became engaged in
Irritation with "bOuld Jack" and seemed well
pleased with his person, although he was not
attired very elegantly. He wore only dirty shirt,
which was torn on the back and had huge rent on
the shoulder and trousers which were tattered
for wear. She meekly asked him TO sing her
song. Approaching the door Jack shouted, .C0me,
gintlemin, Pl now sing yees whativer ven 0ike."
''Give us 'Bould Jack DOnOghue, me bhOy."
"BOud is 10 bould hum ~
The compliment was not lost, and soon In
strong ringing voice he sang some well known
words to the great edifcation OF the miscellaneous
audience In the court room and the .box."
On the entrance OF the Judge, Jack called ont In
stentorian tones, probably with thought some
thing like anticipatiOn:-
'HoOra for limbo! Who cares for nre ~
The criminals filed ont with Jack among them,
and when he stood before the bench he wore very
HIM
''What's the matther, me bould mon2''
Ofcer-He's continually drunk and diaOrdery.
Judge-That's so, isn't Jack2
Bould Jack D0noghue-pm vary s0wrry to tell
Yer Honor that 1t aint 30.
Judge-Why, that should be cause for rejoicing:
'BOuld Jackh was very much crestfallen and he
''sland." After he hsd been taken In the lookup
below stairs he again grew melodious, ana rag.
ments OF song issued from his grated corridor and
10ated upon the neighhCring air.