Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1881-11-19

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Vanderbilt put out 81 for horse flesh. He drove
his horses hard like he did his business In
fact, he looked upon drivin' as business" and
when he got ready for his horses he would
always say, Now for business"
Vanderbilt never forgave anybody who
snubbed him. Sloane, the president of the
Hudson road, tried it on him. and next year he
ousted Sloane. Then Tobin put on airs and the
old commodore put his son William instead of
TObin. Well, the old commodore has gone. and
his old friend and enemy, Drew, has gone, too.
Stewart has disappeared (they don't even know
where his body is), and Claflin is the only one
of the four big bugs have been writin' about
in this chapter who still remains.
Sorrows of the People of Ireland.
Nasty in the Toledo Blade.
1t is impossible to make an American compre-
bend the width, depth and bredth of Irish mise
ry until he has seen it with his own eyes. No
other mans eyes are good for anything in this
matter for the reason that nothing par allel ex-
ists this side of the water. And besides this,
the writer's for the stage and general literature
have most wofully misrepresented the Irish
man and woman, and very much to his and her
disadvantage.
THE STAGE FRESHMAN.
The Irishman of the stage and novel is always
rollicking, happy-gO-lucky sort of a reckless
fellow with short-tailed coat. red vest and
corduroy trousers, woollen stockings and stout
brogans. with bottle of whisky peeping out
of his pocket, a blackthOrn shillelah in his fist,
always ready for dance or fight, or for love
making or any other pleasant employment
There is alw avs on bis head rather bad hat,
worn jaun tily, however. and though he may be
occasionally rather short of food, he manages
always to get enough to be fat, sleek and rosy.
And then he always has laugh on his face, a
joke on his lips, and he goes through life with a
perpetual ''hurrOO."
THE IRISH WOMAN.
And Katy she is always presented to us clad in
short wooden gown, her shapely legs enclosed
in warm red stockings, and she has bright
red handkerchief about her neck. with good.
comfortable shoes and coquettish straw hat.
a buXOm girl who can dance down any lad
within ten miles, and can 'hurroo" as well as
Pat, and tritle better.
THE IRISH PRIEST.
The Irish priest is always represented to US as
fat, sleek. jolly fellow. who is constantly Civ
ing his people good advice, but who, neverthe-
less, is always ready to sing ''The Cruiskeen
Lawn in erich, mellow voice. before splen-
did fire in the house of his parishOners. with
glass of poteen in one hand and a pipe in
the other, the company joining JOLLY in the
chorus. He is supposed to live in luxury from
the superstition Of his people, and to have
about as rosy life as any man on earth.
LIES.
All these are lies
The Irshman is the saddest man on the sur
| face of the globe. You may travel week and
| never see smile or hear laugh. Utter and
! AFFECT misery, starvation and heplessness are
| not conducive of merriment.
The 1rishman has not only no short-tailed
| coat, but he considers himself fortunate if he
has any coat at all. He has what by courtesy
may be called trowsers, but the vest is a myth
| He has no comfortable wooden stockings. nor is
| he possessed of the regulation stage shoes. He
| does not sing. dance or laugh. for he has no
| place to sing, laugh or dance in. He is a NOV
| ing pyramid of rags man who cuts bog all
| day, from daylight to dark, whose diet consists
| of a few potatoes twice day. is not much in the
humor for dancing all night, even were there a
place for him to dance in. And as for jOllity, a
man with land agent watching him like a
hawk to see how much he is improving his
land, with the charitable intent of raising the
rent if by any possibility he can screw it out of
| him. is not in the mood to laugh, sing dance or
| ''hurrOO." One might as well think of laughing
! at a funeral. Ireland is one perpetual funeral
The CHASTITY procession is constantly passing.
There is unquestiOnably a vast fund of humOr
in the Irishman which would be delightful
could it have proper vent. You hear faint tones
of it as it is but it is in the minor key, and very
sad. 1t always has flavor of rack rent in it. a
taste OF starvation, a suggestion OF eviction and
death by cold and hunger on the road side. 1t
| isn't cheerful. had much rather have the Irish
men silent than to hear this remnant of jocu-
| larlty which Is always streaked with blood.
The Irish girl is always comely, and, properly
clothed and fed would be beautiful. Still she is
cOmely. Irish landlordism has not been suffi-
cient to destroy her beauty, though it has done
It's best But she has no gown of wooden stuff
a cotton slip without underclothing of any kind
makes up her costume. The comfortable
stockings and stout shoes, and the red handker-
chief, about her neck are so many libels upon
Irish landlordism. We're My Lords agent to
see such clothing upon a girl, he would imme-
diately raise the rent upon her father, and con-
fscate those clothes. And he would keep on
raising the rent till he was certain that shoes
and stockings would be forever impossible
Neither does she dance Pat down at rustic balls,
lor most excellent reason, there are no balls
ana besides when she has cut and dried dom
4 Key load of peat and walked beside that
donkey 6arefooted in the. IaOid mud twelve
slxpence, she is not very much in the humor for
dancing down any one. On the contrary she is
mighty glad to get into her wretched bed of
DRIED leaves and pull over hef the potato sack
which constitutes her sole covering and soothed
to sleep by the gruntings Of the pigs in the
wretched cabin, forget landlords and rent, and
go Off into the land of happiness, which to her
| is America. She finds in &fee8 surcease of sOr-
row. and besides it refreshes. her to the degree
ofwalking barefoOted through the mud twenty
four miles ON the morrow, 0ssell another load
| of peat for sixpence, that she may pay more
money to My Lord, whose town-hOuse in Lon
don and whose mistresses id Paris require q
great deal of money. Champagne ana the dell
1 cacies OF the season are always expensive. ana
| My Lords appetite and the appetite OF his wife
illegitimate, are delicate. Clearly Katy is in no
humor for dane cling. She has her share to con-
/ tribute to all these objects. And SO she eats
/ her meal OF potatoes or stirabout (she never
has both at once), and goes into sleep and
dreams.