The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1883-10-03
81 cooked it for You myself

God bless your honor for your con-
descinsion."
"You are to eat the dinner first, and
then just tell me what the meat is ard
the parcel of land is yours on easy
terms"
Patrick's confidence fose. "Shre.
thin, it is fair bargain" said he.
The dishes were uncovered. There
were vegetables cooked most deliciously;
The meat was n chcf-d'muvre; n sort Of
rich ragout done to Il turn, and GO fra.
grant that the very odor made the mouth
water.
Patrick seated himself, and helped
himself, and took Il mdlthful; tha,
mouthful had double effect. He real
zcd in one and the same moment that
this was more heavenly compound than
he had ever expected to tasteu upon earth
and that ho could not and never should
divine what bird or least lie Was enting.
He looked for the bones; there were
none. He yielded himself to desperate
enjoyment. When he hadnearly cleaned
the plate he said that even tho best.
cooked meat was none the worse for a
quart Of good ale to wash it down.
Sir Henry Steele rang bell and or
Tered quart Of ale.
Patrick enjoyed this too, and did moi
lurry; he felt it was his last dinner III
that house, rs well as his first.
The gentlemen watched him and gave
lin time. But at last Ormsby said,
well, Patrick"
Now Patrick, whilst he slipped, had
'"cn asking himself what line he had
better take; and he had come to con-
rlusion creditable to that sagacity and
knowledge of human nature he really
possessed and underratcd accordingly.
lie would compliment the gentlemen on
their superior wisdom, and own he could
not throw dust in such eyes as theirs:
then he would beg them not to make his
humble neighbors as wise as they were;
but let him still pass for wise man in
the parish, whilst they laughed in their
superior sleeves. To carry out this he
impregnated his brazen features with d
world OF comic humility.
"And," said he, in cajoling accents,
"ah, your honors, the old fox madc
many turn, but the dogs were toe
many for him at last"
What more of self-depreciation and ca
iolcry he would have added is not known,
for Sir Henry Steele broke in loudly,
Good heavens Well, he is an extra.
ordinary man. 1t was an old dog-fox
cooked for him."
Didn't / tell you?" cried Ormsby.
delighted at the success of his country.
man.
"Well, sir" said Sir Henry, whose
emotions seldom edlong, "a bargains
4 bargain. I let you the orchard mt
field fOr-lct me see-you must bring m,
4 stoat, n weasel, and polecat every
year. | mean to get up the game"
Mr.. ORailerty first stared stupidity
then winkcd cunningly, then bIandly
absorbed laudation and land; thel
retired invoking solemn blessings
then. being outside: executed fan
lango, and went home on wings; from
that hour the village could not holt
him. His speech was of accumulaiinf
farms on pcppercon rents, till n slice o.
of the country should be his To hcal
him, he could see through deal board
and luck was his monopoly. He began
to he cnvied, and was Oh the way to bc
hated, when, coniiding in his star, he
married Norah Blake, beautiful girl
l,ut most notorious vixen.
Then the unlucky ones forgavc him 1
great deal for sure wouldn't Norah re
venge them? Alas the iraitress fell il
love with her husband after marriage
and let him mold her into n sort o
angelic duck.
This was the climax. so Paddy Lucl
is now numbered among the lasting in
stitutions of old Ireland (if any.
May he live till the skirts of his coat
knock his brains out, and him dancing
IN Irish fling to "the wind that shakes
the tarlcy!'-Harpcr's Maga9inc.