The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1880-10-30
(TO BE C0NTINCED.)
AN APPEAL FROM DENNIS.
A Call on Ould Ireland to Come to the
Rescue in November

In 1868, when uuratio Seymour was
running for the Presidency on the Dem"
cratic ticket, his friend, Dennis OLA
herty, Esq. an American citizen of Irisl
birth. saw very early in the campaign.
that there would be great lack of votes
in his party, and therefore, in the Sum
mer, addressed a letter to his cousin. Mr.
Teddy Meginnis, Esq, Kildowcry, Coun-
ty Cork. Ireland. requesting him to com,
over and bring all his friends with him
to give his favorite, Mr.. Seymour. help
ing hand at the ballot box Throng
some unexplained cause Mr.. McGinni>
didn't respond to the fraternal letter o.
his cousin, the Hon. Dennis O'Flaherty
and the consequence was that Seymour
met with disastrous defeat. Mr.. OLA
herty has come to the conclusion, and
many think logically, that votes will b..
needed in the Democratic party this yeal
as much as they were when Seymour was
on the Presidential track; and accord
ingly he has slightly modified his epistle
of 1868, and sent it to Mr.. McGinnis, at
Kildowery, urging him to bring over all
the men in County Cork to cast their
votes in November for his highly es-
teemed and intimate friend, Superb Han
cock. Mr.. OFlaherty being descend
ant of Tom Moore, on his mothers side.
is well versed in the art of poetry, and
therefore does not insult his cousin b.,
sending him a prosy epistle. We sub
join the communication.
To N. Teddy Nc Ginnis Esquire.
hildOrery. County Cork, Htland.
,from his cousin, Dennis O'F7aherty.
DEAR TEDDY:
Me pin in me hand am takin'
To write yer this bit of n scrawl,
An hopin in health it will find yer,
As, please God, it's lawn us awl;
An Ted, I'll be afther inguirin'
How yer dom this bright summer day?
How are the pigs, an the childer',
An the rest of yer over the Say,
Teddy, Inc bye?
It's meself wud be happy to see yer
It's meSelf that wud trot out the whisky,
Till yer shape like Il king on the tiure.
I'd give yer me bed bur for Judy,
Whose fay Inns I'm afear'd it wud hurt,
But we'd empty the bottle thegither
An thegither we'd shape in the tlurt;
Teddy, me bye.
Shure, Ted, it's an Elegant countary,
There is praties and whisky galore,
A,,b, rnnl MI for b..n
An mummy to buy it ashore
An for close, bedad, I've brayches
Wild niver patch or hole,
An to mass Judy goSe wild bonnet
An feather AS black as coal,
Teddy. me bye.
An elecshin times, Teddy. me- ,larlint.
'Twud make yer eyes stick out a fut,
To see how the green backs are flvin,
An how quick in our pockets they're put.
Shire what is the use of ballot,
If to sell it yez always refuse?
The way is to pocket the mummy,
An then vote jiss as yez choose,
Teddy, Inc bye.
An that brings me round to the shtory
That I'm schratchin' this letter to say:
Election times coming an, Teddy,
It's wanted yeZ are rite away:
Then bring over the byes in a flock,
To shwing the shillaly, drink whisky,
An shove in the votes for Hancock,
Teddy, me bye.
Niver mind about residence, Teddy,
Shure your residences un,iher her hat
Divil one have yer got in kildowery-
Lave to me all such matters as that,
Shure me sisters son, Paddy Mulloney,
Has friend in New York who will swhear
That yez worked by his side an dug cellars
In Ameriky many year.
He'll fix up your papers so nately,
That yell think y-z Amerikin born;
In guide Shute of close ye'll be sthruttin',
Instead of your bravcheS all torn.
Whin up to the polls We are marchin,
Shure he naygurs will all hold their whist
If some baygarl axes impident questi'ns,
just tip him Smhell of yer fisht
Teddy, me bye
Och, Teddy, now don't yeZ be stayin';
Hang your furnity on to yer Sthick,
An sthep ont for Cork an take passage
For Amerriky sudden an quick
For the country will go to the divil,
Under Magyar an raddigle shway,
Unless saved by the votes an shillalyS
OF the byes fresh from DER the say,
Teddy, me bye.
THEY'RE attn us mp with their taxes,
'SeSsmentS, an the divil knows what,
(Tho' barrin the dhuty on whisky,
Ne'er tax ont of me they've GOT
They've giv'n us hard gold for money,
(It's tisht full whiSh that had,
An we're stharvn' on hafe an corn whisky
Which is mighty good stharvin' bedad
Tie Idly, me bye.
But that's not the worst of il, Teddy,
The naygur's II citizen now,
Can vote like a Dimmykrat white man,
An sthick up for his rites in Il row.
So parvaried is public opinion
TiSn't safe to crack open his skull;
An the hair on Dimmykrat's Uranium
Is no better than Afrikin wool,
Teddy, me bye.
In the mornin', when LAWN the shanty
Judy schrames out, Dennis, don't 90.
Some mutherin thate of naygur
Will be KILN my Dinnis, knew,
An then comm down to the Shanty
An marryin' ne rite out O. hand
That a naygur should marry me Judy,
1t is more. hedad, than I'll sthand,
Teddy, me bye.
But we'll soon give the scoundrels a drubbin
The rebels are now the first stock,
Thad. Stevens has gone to blue blases,
An be,lad we've a friend in Hancock,
So pack up your dhudS in Il hurry,
Not forgettin' to split in yer fist,
An lay hold on yer black thorn shillaly,
An we'll soon give the naygurs twisht,
Teddy, me bye.
Your cousin,
DENNIS O'FLAHRRIY,
fShouire