The Irish standard., 1899-09-30

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the Irish are right, and will pay your
expenses if you don't come back worse
lrishman than l am, but you will pay
mine if you are converted"
I The offer was accepted, and Nasby
fixed on the Killarney Lake region. In
going there from Cork the party stop
ped over at the Galtce Mountains, and
| Nasty was SO shocked at the horrible
poverty he saw there, and at the stories
he heard from the people, that in COM
ing back he offered to send the best
| Winchester rifle in America to the
aunting-car driver il he would promise
to shoot landlord.
(Which landlord, your honor?" asked
the driver.
ooh, any one-I don't care" replied
| Nasby, so long as he is an Irish land
lord"
On returning to America, Locke as
tonished his old friends by becoming a
more radical champion OF Irish rights
than even his friend Redpath, whom the
lrish-Americans had already christencd
the adopted 1rishman."
Redpath wrote OF Nasby: "You can
always tell by looking at his vest what
he had for breakfast"
President Lincoln telegraphed to To-
ledo: For the genius to write like
Nasty I would gladly give up my Of
hce." OF all publications during the
civil war none had such a charm for
him. 1t was delight to see him sur
render so completely to their fascina-
| ton.
OF his letters Charles Sumner says,
in the preface to Nasby's book:
"It is impossible to measure their
! value"
The personality Of the professional
humorist is often OF very different sort
from that which those who only know
him through his merry making would
naturally picture. The history OF one
and another shows that they have turned
their bright side TO the world, have
laughed and joked, and have so bubbled
over with humor that they seem to have
! no serious side-al this with a back
ground Of physical disease, or a personal
sorrow, that made mental depression in
evltable, and to be constantly fought
against.
Bill Nye, with whom the public smiled
for so many years, Kept alive his quaint
humor in the face of bodily disability
under which men of less courage would
have succumbed at once.
Bill Nye had happy spirit, genuine
humor, which can i'll be spared. He
said no ill-naturcd or malicious thing in
all his writings, and, for one so quick to
discover shams, this one fact speaks vol
umes for the sweetness of his soul.
James Whitcomb Riley and Nye were
peculiar pair. They were everlasting
ly playing practical jokes.
l remember when we were riding to-
gether, in the smoking compartment,
between Columbus and Cincinnati. Mr..
Nye was great smoker, and Mr.. Riley
did not dislike tobacco. An old farmer
came over to Mr.. Nye and said:
"Are you Mr.. Riley? I heard you was
on the train"
"No, l am not Mr.. Riley He is over
there"
II knew his father, and I would like
to speak with him."
ooh, speak with him, yes But he is
very deaf, and you want to speak loud" I"
So the farmer went over to him and
said in loud voice:
"Is this Mr.. Riley?"
Ger, what?"
"Is this Mr.. Riley?"
"What did you say?"
"Is this Mr.. Riley?"
"Riley, yes"
Il knew your father"
mo bother
II knew your father"
"What?"
II knew your father"
"Ol, so did l."
And in few moments the farmer
heard him talking in an ordinary tone
of voice.
Mark Twain is to-day the most pop
ular writer in the English language
Few men have ever written whose hu-
NOR has so many sides, such breadth, or
reach. His passages provoke the joy
GUS laughter OF young and old, OF
learned and unlcarned, and may be read
or heard the hundredtl time without
losing, but rather multiplying, in power.
On steamer on the lakes he had
been very i'll, suffering terribly. We
had been obliged to carry him out OF
the hall. He had come up on the deck
and sat with us. This is the only life
worth living, after ALL" he said
At little town in Minnesota we had
been waiting since four o'clock in the
morning, and Mark got uneasy. He
said:
"I am tired OF this business. Pond
contracted with me to travel, and here
l am waiting for late trains that never
arrive"
Mrs. Clemens said: "My dear, arc