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B ain. 2 32.3“, 680 uu as hy cad 1 » 0% 0. Lape li“ © t 46064 hon, we,4n £ ® l al > g 6C ices *, \* az, <> {COPYRIGHT SEOURED.] LI FE IN WHITEHALL. ~ A TALE OF THE SHIP FEVER TIMES. LEAP’I‘ER VIII. [fimflnuedfrmn last week.) BRAT BROWN! said the Blifer, there he sits ;-you won't bury him to-night, old fellow,\ _ \ Wont I, bo jabors | His grave is dug-his coffin's at the door-Dr. Wright ind Mr. Bazar tould me to bury him, and by the houly poker, Ili do it,. Corns along wid you out of this qniqtly will you, or bo jabers I'l fitch the Constables,\ *'Gatort, you fool! Don't you soo Tm aim and able totike my allow- ance? alswored Brown. L - **You purir fale, ya're dead I you, «--34'3 the exratiness of the Ship Fuver that makees you think ye're alive-como long, I say. You won't, hoy? Thin Il bave to drag you ;\ and suiting the ac- © tion to the word, he caught Brown by the collar and commenced dragging him from the room. Up jumped the entire company, and, Irish like, took differentsides--Bliffor and Crookshinks siding with Barney, the rest with Brown;and thore was a| promisa of a gensral mam. and a er inharmonious termination of the Free and Easy,\ when O'Leary rushed into the room, and after partially qruict- ing the boligerent parities, assured Bar- noy that the Pat Brown he wanted, lay dead in the next house, and that Bon» notE's mon had him in the coffin and were waititeg for him (Barney) to pro- ceed with the corpso to the burial ground. I% was some time befors Barpey could bo convinced that such was the fact, bit when a%longth ho believed the sto- ry,; bo. called for another half pint, which he this time shared with Brown and the Blzffer and loft with the parting injunction For the PMiffer and his friends to keep themsalves right, and would soon be back from his \Farm.\ order ® reiterated Tom ; ‘our worthy Vice's song, if you please, gontlomen;. and after a little hesitation, Richard Florence commencedl- i . The isle which holds my fithere'grares Was dion and diuppetring. As swiftly c'se the dark bite waves |_ Our white-winged ship was steering ; m home—of kindred thus: bmft. I . contained, afid wliich, as he raised it. 1. huminmhwhfiehm anger .was. ex- WHITEHALL, N. Y., SATURDAY, JUNE i7, 1871. 'I may, stranger.\ said Tom, as Flor- ence concluded, 'you are not such a darned, you?' . 'Care for Old England ! answered Florence 3 'yes, God bless her, I do care fay her : England, with all thy mm, %T love the still P * *Ruults,* said Tom, I guess she's all faults, and as for loving Aer, all 'A love would bo to lam hor ;and wo are the boys to do it, too, if the would happen agrinto get anrdiandor ip. But let's bave your toast, old follow. ~ Thus requested, Florence gave *Old England and New England- Mother and Daughter. 'To the divil wid you and your toast,\ exclaimsd Crookshanks, \I wont drink it baiabers : there woro never any two menin Englind who could hould a PatrEck and Daniel O'Con- nel ;so O'Leary, if you will sell ms half 4 dozan eggs I'll lava tho prizent company.* O'Leary procured the egys, which, for want of pockets in his tattered clothes, Cfiogcshanka deposited in his hat, and roso to leatro, just os Barney re-entorsd the apartment. 'And whercare yo going, my puir covey ? said Barney, addressing Bill 'Going home,' answered 'Bill 'where every honest man should be.' «Faith, Shen,' rejoined Bamey, 'you tyranical Old England, ars -= needn't throuble yourself sonuey-| you've plenty of tirns-there nivir was ons of your Fur doors yet,. that was honest ;and, hith, Pvea corner of my farm where I buries the likes of you, for sure, T wouldn't disgrace a dacent Connaught man by laying him along- side of you ;so pat that in your pxpe and smoke it, Bamoy at the conclusion, to give} force to his remarks, brought down his large open hand with such force on Crookshank's hat that it fizfiened down over his eyes, breahng the eggs that it, from his head streamefi down over his spooney as to care anything for that} and he commenced taking off his coat, while Barney slily edged around to the opposite side of the table; 'Talk of pounding and lamming, than this child is here-he ist\ sid Tom Bo- vee, leaving his chair, and facing Crook- shanks, now as to your lamming Bar- ney, you won't do any such thing, no how you can fix it ; but here's Tom Bo- vee, in his place, and you may begin on him as soon as you please.' - Crookshankse declined the proffered change of antagonists, but insisted on whipping Barney, when Tom's patience [becoming exhausted, he seized his op- ponent by the coils:- ard flung him}, from the room. . 'Well done, my puir oovey. said Bar- ney,-but I'll do a good turn rowan, ons\ of these fine mornings. Itis a beautiful nico, dry grave P4 like to Bragging foryou, Tom Bovas-such & one as would do your eyés good to look at, just-and rale pleasure it would give, me to do it, too, for you aro a broth of thatsgnlpoenhnsgono, TH sing you song, ono that I made while X was working on my firm.\ Harnoy's Rong. Am:--Barney Brallaghan, . (Ock, Fre an Iriahman born, I wintnothing wid Yaokues, Only to dig their tars, which I'll do. wk! thankies; Thin is a ploce of my mind-X am no desavar, Kor Ihavramonsey enough,thaok the ol& Ship a boy, Tom sand be the powars, mar \' oe “Gal-50 the Bar Room. while Biz-my was sings\ ing the Ta8t verge oIhis song, and Juli as he Concluded, ths (Your was thrown ofen, and Crookghanks, with some fileds at his M rushed into the room, and scraight for Barney, A general melee, of course, ensued, which resulted‘ in a most disastrous defat of the in and the broiking up of the Me and Easy. \Ot w. alumna TX. EICHARD WRENCH! 'the pot _ morning after the carousel, stole rathor late. The excitement. of the pronoun srening having pm- ed away, his reflections were of a mia - and gloomy charmoter... Fe recalled:-to.. and contrasted -~ i%; with . wriiak it hays been hid he no Aug from. Nu all the golden opportunities of bf! youth. -Walth andhonows had mu him, zwhehsmaqfih that lead to poveaty ind wh Ings of bittr renmorsé Alted bis; Wily 88 he remembered 110me he night: then have lien #his rightful master of ° jJhis ancestnl dosmin, insted of the penniless wanderer that he Wik, _ He . thought of the warm and yulgar hid _ with whom the'Intter yours of hit life ° \| bad been mostly pased, autism thom with those ofthis cwn zamk andt station, foltlike the Prodigal Bon who lett the abundanes of his mm; house.. Tint at eleciion time the Whigs would garamon me ming TiHin molotrofatufabout my baing a fres man But I'm agimmimt sure ; tanking ah- Ta . sootn, sira ; D’ye know who s Dimmicatizs? why, ls is in Irishman born, airs. Yon mA £0, I waut none of your humour; Don't you know I'm the sexton, Barnoy ? ~Fofthe-window whero warm, ~whor: TBowora mever throbbed with-one m ous efriotion, when band war nevere . of malty-400 lay We hava enough of your talk, where the wel» faro of the Btate is, , But faith, I care the most for the welfare «the peatise; * I don't Ifke nan-y onss,to me they don't coms handy; Idon't Hke wathor al all, not evon wid me brandy, a You may go, I want mone of your bum], Don't you know I'm the serton Barney? - _. Och, Iv'e a nto little firm whare I'm 36le and merry, Diggin fiemvuoflhon the mntyhuh L ** | ited to shok in Exipal, That hs was,: :~ for mm emeconds dept-ma of the power ~ | of speech. | ).. - . himlufiioromlyflwhah nott had you] : fitmuamhpydhvbflQ-fi m in .. & 'Bejabors,' mid 3mm Joohng at Gura! ~>: 042 s divilate atte: '~ Tiny mfln’hlforfllth‘ mute: {My-iv”; [o Minimum OC « I R l: (ul dw-fitmueofam “1mm - __ Dou't youknow s 5. C0 ~ & lanthanummfib 1% mummy” Jr's w p - Faver to feed. on hum; You 131,300,4h Lil i Nefflfilal ig, _ sonse. of lg: . B . [To ~~ TwanE mone of your blarney, -- [always lingered fa the so91 of mm trimmmgm | Florance, and aven in lia ( e aexton, Barnay$ morriest mood\ he filk within w ' the of an zntelloot thit towered fir abowa'ths ignobla_crowd coms to rag), am air of aay dignily . still hung aroun4 him, graoofol as. a robo. - Tholgh he hid contorted ith the low brad and Foul mowtled, ho war only arnoiig. them, but zeot. of them. From the bottom ofhis haemrt he scors- ed dishononble dos and wilh #6 | mean a. mana is mow passing in front _ extended in i to wore, and yet - . cowardly io rteal weet the c mount-yd & thidt-~the lauded; talker in the-crowi - and yet the greatest fool of all-s walk - ing bladder:of sekf-donceit and. vanity, whosepockslgare-as enpty si his head -with sucha mam,.-and there In . Ole .. such who will react this oharptar; and. sie . bisown face m in #) mmg~ktehni Florence hal 16- sympathy mor song-tn 4 ality of feeling | ... /. , There yet birnmed within hitk mih mind the mierabda lifehe: was git that surrounded him. . Though he bit -- on cape ‘“ 3 wens 'pr8 tary: - | of ai ambition-thant mum-WM M‘ I Fromm where: iii: that dmyon'll m’dmn iw R d >
