Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1880-07-20
THE LOAN OF A GRIDIRON.
An Old but Interesting Tale Re-
tOld-"Parly Woo FrOngsay?"

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tOId-"ParIy Woo FrOngsay?"
well, sir, with that, throth they
stared at me twice worse nor ever
and, faith, | began to think that may
be the captain was wrong, and that it
was not France at all; and so says l,
L beg pardon, sir says | to fine auld
man, with a head of hair as white as
silver; maybe I'm under a mistake,
says |; but | thought | was in France,
sir; aren't you furriners?' says Par
ly VOC frongsay?'
1--WE, munseer,' says he.
Then would you find me tie loan
of a gridiron,' says |, 'ifyou plase?'
"Oh, it was thin that they stared at
me as if | had seven heads; and, faith,
myself began to feel fusthered like
and onaisy-and SO says l, maxim a
bow and scrape agin, L know it's a
liberty to take, SIR says |, but it's
only in the regard of bein' cast away;
and if you phase, sir says l., Party
VOC frongsay?'
1--WE, munseer,' says he, mighty
harp.
Then would you lind me the loan
of a gridiron,' says L, and you'll
oblcege me-
well sir, the ould chap began to
munseer me; but the divil a bit OF a
gridirOn he'd gi' me; and SO | began
to think they wor all neygars, for all
their fine manners; and throth my
blood begun to rise, and says |. BE
my sowl, if it was you was in dis
thriss, says |, and if it was to ould
Ireland you KEN, it's not only the
gridirOn they'd give you, ifyou axed it,
but something to put on it, too, and
the dhrop O. dhrink into the bargain.
and cead mile failte.'
We'll, the word cead mile failte
seemed to sthreck his heart, and the
ould chap cooked his ear, and Sc |
thought I'd give him another offer,
and make him sinsible at last; and SO
says |, wanst more, quite slow, that he
might understand, 'Parly-voo-
frongsay, munseer2"
I'VE, munseer,' says he.
Then lind me the loan of a grid
iron, says |, and bad scram to You.
well, bad win to the bit of it he'd
81 me-" and the ould chap begins
BLOWN and scrapin' and said some
thing or other about q long tongs.
"'Phool-the devil sweep yourself
and your tongs,' says |, L DON'T want
a tOngs, at all at all; but can't you lis
ten to raison? says I-Parley voc
froDgsay?'
I'VE, monseer.'
"'Then lind me loan of a gridiron,
says |, and how'd your prate.'
well, what would you think but
he shook his ovid noddle as much as
to say he wouldn't, and so says [: Bad
cess TO the likes O. that | ever seen
troth, ifyOu VOL in my country, it's
not that a way they'd use you; the
curse of the crows an you, you ovid
sinner says /, the devil a longer I'll
darken your door,
$50 he seen | was vex'd, and |
thought, as | was turnin' away, | seen
him begin to relint, and that his con.
science throubled him; and, SAYS [,
turnin' back, We'll, I'll give you one
chance more-you ovid thief-are
you a Chrishthen at all at all? are
you a furriner2" says l, that all the
world calls so p'hte? Bad luck to you,
do you understand your own Ian
guage-Parly VOC frODgsay? says L.
We, munseer,' says he.
Then thunder and turf says 1.
will you lind me the loan of a grid
iron?"
well, sir, the devil resave the bit
Of it he'd gi' me-and SO with that.
curse O. the hungry an you, you ould
negarly william says l, the back o
my hand and the sowl O. my tut to
you, that you may want a gridiron
yourself yit,' says |; and wherever |
go, high or low, rich and poor, shall
hear O YOU says L, and with that |
lett them there. sir, and came away
and in troth it's often sense that |
thought that it was remarkable"
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