Arizona weekly citizen., 1882-01-15
ERIN'S SORROW.
What Petroleum '. NaSby Saw m
 Ireland.
Hs Says the Happy Irishman Seen on tho Amer
 fcan stags is Never BsheId in Ireland
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It is impossible to make an American comprehend the width, depth and breadth of Irish misery until he has seen 1t with his own eyes.
 The Irishmen of the stage and novel is always a rOllicking, happy-go-lucky sort of q fellow, with a shOrt-talled coat, red vest and corduroy trousers, wOOlen stockings and stout brOgans, etc, always ready for dance or a fight, or for love making or any other pleasant employ ment. And he always has laugh on his face, a joke on his lips, and he goes through life with perpetual "hurroO.
 And Katy, she Is always presented to Us clad in a short wOolen gowns, her shapelv legs inclOsed in warm red stock ings, and she has bright red handker- chief about her neck, with good, eorl- fortable shoes and a cOqUetteish straw hat. a buxom girl who can dance down any lad within ten miles, and can shurrOO" as well as Pat, and a trltie better.
 These are lies.
 The Irishman is the saddest man on the surface of the globe. You may travel a week and never see a smile or hear laugh. Utter and abiect misery, starvation and helplessness are not con ducive of merriment.
 The Irishman has not only no short 1 tailed coat, but he considers himself for | inmate if he has any coat at all. He has what bv courtesy may be called trOwsers, | bnt the vest Is a myth He has no com ! fortable wooden stockings, nor IS he pos l sessed of the regulation stage shoes. He | does not sing. dance or laugh, for he has no place to sing, dance or laugh Tn. lie | is a moving pyramid of rags. A man 1 who cuts bog all day, from daylight to dark. whose diet consists of few pOti- | toes twice a day, is not much in the l humor for dancing all night, even were there a place for him to danceln. And as for iOllity, a man with a land agent watching him like hawk to see how much he is improving his land, with the | charitable intent of raising tue rent, If by any possibility he can screw 1t out of l him. Is not i'll the mood to laugh, sing, dance or "hufroo." One might as well think of laughing at funeral Ireland is one perpetual funeral. The ghastly l procession is constantly passing.
 l There is unquestiOnably a vast fund. oi ! humor in the Irishman which would be delightful could it have proper vent You hear faint tones of lt as 1t IS, but II
 IS in the minor key, and very sad. Ital- | ways has flavor of rac6-rent m lt, a
 taste of starvation, suggestion of evic- tiou and death by cold and hunger on the roadside. It isn't cheerful. had
 much rather have the Irishman silent
 than to hear this remnant of jocularty
 which k always streaked with blood
 The Irish girl IS always comely, and, properly clothed and fed, would be beau tiful. Still she is comedy Irish land
 lordism has not been sufficient to destroy her beauty, though it has done lt- best
 But she has no gown of woOlen stutf-a cotton slip without underclothIng of any
 kind make mp her costume. The com, fortable stockings and stout shoes and the red handkerchief about her neck are
 so many hbels upon Irish landlordlsm
 Were My Lords agenttO see such cloth ing upon girl he would immediately
 raise the rent upon her father and con.
 fiscate those clothes. And he would keep on raising the rent till he was cer-
 tain that shoes and stockings would be forever impossible. Neither does she
 dance Pat down at rustic halls, Tor a
 most excellent reason, there are no halls
 and besides when she has cut and drled
 a donbeX-lOad of peat and walked beside l Itlhf NOuhtN DAItiNottNL III AllC N'fANA III
 twelve miles and back again, and sold
 that peat for sixpence, she IS not yerl
 much in the humor for dancing down
 anyone. On the contrary, she IS mighty
 glad to get into her wretched bed Oi
 dried leaves and pull over her the potato sack which constitutes her sole covering , and soothed to sleep by the gruntings O i the pigs in the wretched cabin, forge , landlords and rent, and go off into tho 1, land of happiness, which to her IS Amer ica. She finds in slesfR tPe h ra S]lFeSb 75s be to the degree of walking barefootet
 through the mud twenty four miles oI the morrow, to sell another load of pea
 for sixpence, that she may pay mort money to My Lord, whose town -hous, Tn London requires great deal O money. Champagne and the deicacie, of the season are always expensive, an,
 My Lords appetite and the appetite O
 his wife and his children are delicate , Clearly Katy is Tn no humOr for dancing She has her share to contribute to al these objects. And so she eats her mea
 of potatoes or stirabOut (she never ha
 both at Once) and goes into sleep au,
 dreams.