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PADDY THE PIPER.

samuel Lover, born at Dublin, 1897; died 9Th
July, 1868. Ee was gifted with the versatile genius
of his country, and repu:e as painier poet
noyelst masici@n drarnatist, and as public enter
tainer. Rolickiag hunor the leading character
istic Of his literary work. OF his Legends and
Stories Of Ireland, from which this story is taken
the AtteBossSs ssid ' The ready TetoIt. tine mix
ture OF cunning with apparent simplicity, and the
complete thoushtessntss combined with shrewd-
ness so frtgaeHty found in Ireland has never been
better portrayed than in these volumes" Mr.. Low
ers chief works ere besides the one ALREADY men
toned, Rory 0Nore," Z" Handy Andy" . L. s
d., Treasure Troye," and "Songs and Ballads" He
wrote the music for the most Of his own songs and
several OF them became eminently populsr.l
I'll tell you, sir, mighty quare story,
and it's as true as I'm s.an6in' here, and
that's no lie: IL was in the time of the
'ruction, whin the long summer days, ike
many fine fellows precious life, was cut
shcrs by raisoR of the martial law,
that wouldn't let decent boy be
out IN the eveniu,' good or bad for whin
tbs days work was over, divil a one of uz
dasr go 20 meet friend over glass, or 3
girl as the dance, but must go home aud
shut ourselves up, and nsyer bulge, nor
rise latch, nor dhraR beuls antil the morn
ing KEN agin.
Well, to como TO my story Twas afther
nightfall. and we wor sittin' round the fire,
and the pratees was boilin', and the nog.
gins Of buttermilk was standing ready for
our suppers, wtin knock KEN to the door.
'Whsht, says my father, here's the soiers
come upon US now, rays he bad luck to
thin, the Williams Pm afeard they seen
glimrner Of the fire through the crack in
the door, says he. No. says my mother,
fo,. Pm of ha,,ost,s I,,,ll eool-
nv new petticoat agin it a while ago.
We'll, whisht, any how, Gays my father,
for there's knock agin ; and We all held
our tongues til another thump KEN to the
door. oh, it's all folly TO puItind any
to be put off hathaway says he. Go
it, How can ! see who's in it in the
dark?' says l. We'll, says he, light the
candle, thin, and see who's in it, but don's
open the door for your life, barrin' they
break 1t in, says he, 'exceptin' to the
sojers, and spake them fair If IT'S thim.'
So with that | whit to the door, and
there was another knock. Who's there 2
says |. It's me- says he. who are
you?' says |. "A trind, says he. Bath
ershir, says l, who are you 1t alp Ar
rah don's you know me? says he. 'Divil
a taste says l. Sure I'm Paddy the
piper, says l, is it you, Paddy, that's in
1t? Sorra one else, says he. AND what
brought you at this hour !? says l. BY
gar, says ne, l didn't like goin' the roun'
by the road, says he, and so l KEN the
short cut. and that's what delayed me,
says he. Or, bloody wars = says L
Paddy. wouldn't be in your shoes for the
Kings ransom, says l for you know
yourself it's hanging matther to be
cotched ont these times, says l. Sure
know that, says ne, God help me and
that's what KEN to you for says he !;
and let me in for old acquaintance sake, ;
says poor Paddy. On, by this and that,
says l, / darn. open the door for the
wide world; and cure you know it; and
troth if the Husshians or the Yeo's Yeomen |
ketches you,' says T. they'll murder You,
rs sure as your names Paddy MANY
thanks to you, Gays he, for your good in.
tintions but, plaZe the pigs, l hope it's
not the likes o that is in store for me, any
how FAX then,' says /, you had
betther lose no time in hidin' yourself, )
says [; for throth | tell you it's short
thrail and a long lope the Husshians would
be afther giyin' you-for they've no JUS
tice, and less mercy, the Williams = Faith,
thin, more's the ralson you should let me
in, Shamus, says poor Paddy. Its folly
to talk, says l darn't open the door
oh, then militia msrther! says Paddy,
swhat'll become of me at all, a. all, says
he. Go sf into the shed, says /, behind
the house. where the COW If, and there
there's an illigsnt lock o straw that you
may go sleep in, says l, and fine bed it
i'd be for lord, let alone a piper
So Off Paddy set to hide in the shed, and
throth it wint TO our hearts to refuse him,
turn him away from the door, more, by
token, when the pratees was ready-for
sure the bit and the sup is always welkim
to the poor thrsveler. Well, we all whit
to bed, and Paddy hid himself in the COW.
house and now | must tell you how it was
with Paddy: You see, afther sleeping for
soEe time Paddy Weakened up, thinkin' it
was morning, but it wasn't mornin' at all,
but snly the light OF the moon that de.
ceaved him /; but at all evints he wanted to
be stirring airly, bekase he was go;n'
off to the town hard by, it bein'
fair.day, to pick up few ha'psnce with
his pipes-fOr the divil a better piper
was in all the country round, nor Paddy
and everyone gave it up to Paddy, that he
was illigant on the pipes, and played
jimmy Bang'd the Weaver beyant teliin',
and the Hare in the Corn, that you'd
think the very dogs was in it, and the
horsemen ridin' like mad.
Well, as was sayin', he set off to go to
the fair, and he whit meanderin' along
through the fields, but he didn't 90 far,
antil cIimbin' up through hedge, when be
was comm out at t'other side, his head ken
plump agin somethin' tina. made the fire
flash cut iv his eyes. So with that he looks
up-and what do you think it was, Lord be
merciful unto W, bat corpse hangin' out
OF a branch of three. .Oh. the top Of
the mornin' to you, sir, says Paddy, and
is that the way with You, my poor fellow
throth you took a start out O. me- saws
poor Paddy; and twas thrue for him, for
1t would make the heart OF q stouter man
nor Paddy jump, to see the like, and to
think OF Christian crathur being hanged
up, all as one as dog.
Now twas the rebels that hanged this
chap--bekase, you see, the corps had got
clothes an him, and that's the raison that
one might know it was the rebelE-by
rayson that the Husshians and the Orange.
men never hanged anybody wild good
clothes an him, but enly the poor and de.
finceless crsthurs, like uz so, as l said
before, Paddy knew well it was the bows
that done it; and, says Paddy, eyein'
the corps. by my soul, thin, but You have
a beautiful pair of boots an you, saws he.
and it's what Tn thlnkin' you won't have
any great use for thin no mere; and
sure it's shame to see the likes O. Inc,
says he, the best piper in the swim ooun-
ties, to be trampin' wild a pair Of ould
brogues not worth three trdneens, and 8
corps wild such an ilIigant pair O. boots,
that wants some one to wear thin. So,
with that, Paddy lays hould Of him by the
boots, and began q pullin' at thim, but
they wor mighty stiff and whether it was
by rayson of their being SO tight. or the
branch of the three jiggin' up and down, all
as one as weighdee buckettee, and rot
lettin' Paddy cotch any right hoult o.
thim-he could get no advantage O. thin
at ali-and at last he gev il up. and was
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