Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1889-10-13
Bulling the Letter Market.
From COfndy.ifts 70 JUDY.
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DOLGEILf, Ayprll IN.
Dear Judy,-Tt's q moighty long tonne
since Dim hearin' from ye. an ct IT wasn't
that old grown moighty din lately ord be
thipkin' mebbe We hadn't written till mo
nj all. mt all Sometimes OF do be thinkin'
yer dead. an knowin' how it'd shock me
10 lerrun as much. We haven't sint me any
,v11rrud but ef We are dead, Judy, don't
LET If be worryin' We about kapin' it back,
for it'd be sich stale news be the toine it'd
rache me, that I'd be prepared for It.
Aiveu of the wurst is thrue, Oh cud by sym
pathoizin' wid We. for it's half dead orye
been mesilf. so il ia. II was ownly ylsther-
dav that oi wac takin' loonch wild me bro
Their Phalim's wolfe, an IN makin' the
brisket she put ia goon-powdther IN mish-
take for bakm'-powdthfr, an whin OF SIT
me lathe on one Of 'em cf IL didn't COM
platelv dshlocate Tue an cishthrlbute me
aroond in mosht dislreshpectiul atty
chudes. We can catechoizo me via grid
Orion, so &c can.
There's no news. Judy. All tho neigh
bors Twin in the vicinity have moved away
axceptin the O'TOoles, an they're gone 20
live in the graveyard; so they have. The
Nlagillacuddys have rintcd half of their
pig-pin 10 the yoOngcst Miss Kildare Tor an
ART shtooioc, an it's shtOonted tho growth
of the pigs. Yer frind Kitty MuldOwney Is
dismimbered from the choir, Dim bein'
tOwld. She was sngin' chantyclear
t'huthcr mOrnin' an IN drawn In her breat
bechune notes she guv too dape q shTiah,
an soocked in wassup that was nQyin'
aroond at the tonne. Moy, moy 10 hear
her singIn' afther dhat ye'd get the consate
the wassup was jist Aappin bis co tails agin
her bronkal-chu5cs; 50 We wut.
Did We hear ABBOTT WILDLY GOlCshin havin
a toboggan-shoide frum the ruff Ov her
hin-house over Until Tim. Dunlavey goat
impohum? No? VIII, now, Of ye'd sane
the ayltty comm down in the Niddy's
tubs, an the goats matin' EN- at the tut an
buttln' 'em over until n shtato OF ig--
shthrame dishybilly, nd med we laugh till
the dimples In yer chakes whit on over yer
ears 10 lux down the back of yer nick, SO
il vud An shpakin' of cars, hey We been
hearin' the news Of Fether Carmoychael
bein presintcd wild a crame-colOred jack
ass last Christmas? He's got Vic loik
pullin q rope through "A booDg-hOle (the
lackass, | mane); an whiniycr tho good
Feythcr roldcs to church on im an he
brays (the jackass, moind ye) the kOind
ovid gintlemau pulls out a cough-dthrop
an he sen (Mr. Carmoychael, az coarse:
take dhat. me frind, an may the saints
bliss id to takin' all the annoy out " yer
tOrax.'
But toreturn toyerself, Judy; it's missin'
We oil am, an We can relOy on ID. III yer as
far away from mo anither year OIL be be-
soide We. so oi will, as sure rs yer two eyes
are radin' this letther this biissed minute.
It's bad enough to be entirely alone IN the
wurruld but it's dale worse 20 be alone
in the midst of payple We don't know. an
Of had me own way about id, an couldn't
be somefheres else. old not be phere OF am,
anyhow. Reminder me in yer dhrames,
Judy, an ef ye hev yersinscs whenye dole,
may yer spacholass lips make glad yer IN
conscious moments wild the mintion of me
name. An as for meself darlint, wild me
last breat Oil fowld yo in me arrums, an
as sayse 10 spake they'll foind me wild pin
in hand shtill dictatin' the immortal sinti
ment wild phich am
Yooers forever an beyant
CoRNAYLIUs McLIsfMERMAS.