The Irish standard., 1886-08-14
MARY N. LEE,
Or
THE YANKEE IN IRELAND.
BY PAUL PEPPERGRASs, ESQ.
Author of sshandy MCGUIRE ''The spse-
wife, etc.
CHAPTER XvI.-lContinued.)

have more to suffer from the Yankees,
especially in regard to our religion, than
ever we had at home from The bloody,
parsecutin English It's wonder they
are not ashamed to purfess so much tin
derness for the slaves, and trate the poor
Irish so namely as that,'' said Mrs.
Motherly.
''My dear woman, you don't under
stand the case Its only the lower
orders of our people do so.''
s:Can't do it, It's q free country"
80, bad luck to such a freedom as
that wudn't give ye brass button
for It. There's my niece, as dacent Il
reared little girl as ever crossed the
water-I'll say that much for her,
though she is my niece-and her MIS-
tress. who's nothin after all but shop
keepers wife--rnay be not as dacent "
father and mothers child either,--and
the best word she has iu her cheek for
the cratur is the Paddy girl and the
sPapist.' and The ignorant body, and
.go to the old priest--he'n forgive you
your sins for ninepence. What kind
OF talk is that, Mn. Weeks" continued
the good woman, rolling up her arms i'll
her apron. and looking at BIN,
swell, that ain't right, I Allow
ight--beaail, il the girls would do
as would, they'd slap them in the face.
And that's what [ told Bridget i'll my
last letter. Hnmph! pretty thing, IA
deed! because they pay their girls six Oh
seven sbillings 81 week, they must have
q rii;htt to insult and abuse them into
the bargain. u
every few think: SO, Mrs. Motherly.
very few indeed. I know many, very
many families III New England, who
respect their help very much, and are as
kind to them as Il they were relatives OF
the family"
70 be sure you do, sir, and SO Bird
set says too, in her letter here, but
they're respectable people. I name yer
,lpsettin, half and between fine ladies
that think they ought to take airs on
themselves as soon as they can afford to
1ire q girl to Go their work that's the
kind name
Just so; that's all right enougll-bnt
still, Mrs, Motherly, some OF your girls
are pretty spunky.' ri
81 don't doubt it, sir, in the Taste, and
may be there's plenty of them deserves
70 be turned out OF doors too for their
;,np,1dence. But can't all that be done
without casting up their religion and
their priest to them? ALI, that's name,
sill. mane as dirt, to insult apoor girl for
her religion"
"Well-as I hain'b got many minutes
to spare now, Mrs. Motherly, let us put
off this subject till another time. So I
will lust sit down here, ii you haintno
objection, and write 6 note for MI. Guir-
sie, which you'll please h'aad him as
soon as he returns
ssartintly. Mr., Weeks, With The
greatest pleasure in life; / hope Sambo
here won't disturb you, SIR
s':Not in the least He's as1eep--ain't
he?'
$50 it seems; and still it's quara to
see him asleep at this hour He, was
s;t51n up minute or two before We
came. I'll see. Sambo! Sambo? wake
up. There's not a stir in him, sill. /"
Don't mind him, Mrs. Motherly,''
said Weeks, dipping the pen into the
ink. ''Don't mind him.
'Well, never saw him asleep but he
snored strong enough to draw the sides
of the house together. And see now,
he hardly seems to breathe. Sambo,''
she repeated, shaking him by the arm,-,
:ssambo, wake up; here's the gentleman
you were asking about the other day"
ssAbout me?''
eyes, sir: he started just rs il he'd
been shot, when lie saw you pass the
window last week.
"Last week-why, I don't remember
to have seen or heard anything Of him.
I didn't know you'd got q niggggar here
till this minute.
"We]l, he saw you, any way, and
looked as frightened as if you came to
drag him to the gallows"
Indeed! Wake him up, and let us
sec what he's; like +" - Z 4
'sSambo! hilloa, SamboH' cried Mrs.
Motherly, again shaking him roughly
by the arm; *slook up, man, and speak
to us-he won't though, not a bulge he
will do. Bedad, MI. Weeks, maybe I
he's dyin.'' wv ~
mot he-the fellows coming possum
over us, that's all; but hold on q bit; I'll l
make him speak bet a fourpenee; and
striking the African a smart wrap on the
shins with his knuskles, the sleeper
started up in an instant to . sitting pos
ture, and beloved as if he had peen
stabbed with, s. bayonet.