Judge — February 2, 1884 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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12 A LEAP YEAR ROMANCE. ~ mg man ke cut preak for thi shore As his cloth! rather stiff and cold—but she freezes his manner becomes | THE JUDGE. ». 6 —Restows one of her melting smiles upon through, No. ident that ¢ be pa as the Si would have to be ried nari Wuito now ean boast res Who now displays cig aves unbroken? Who hasn’t push Who doesn’t billiat Who ‘sn’t swear, that swore more? ize door? my mor to swear no —Burlingtou Free Press. Melody of Musical Maidens. sing you a song of six musical maidens, Whose lives have bee ith a cruct dec lence The first, atoo frisky, bold girl, christen Once flirted her skirts so—at least, the She al her nervous old chum, A Scherzo, weaker, to strong sete, and impo Now tell La tale A languishing lo f six lachrymose lovers; in their hearts there still hovers. first is a softhearted lad, Con Amore, ud friend to the sad Con Dolore, «cand exuot is the prim Ben Mareato, And then there 1 old boy, P al Ando, mild Allen Tando. {fection 1 toa direful and jecring rejection, izzie Cato. s that w dd in measures allur- 1 affection enduring. firmly persisted ils still resisted ethan a brother, ull was another. ing their suits; but the them eer could be sicians the ther in harmony livin, distress te still they're te, Boston Times, A Specimen Irish-American Letter. NEW YORK POLITICS AND POLITICIANS. My pear Jepe It is none of turistic Hibernian epistle came into sion of your correspondent. Suffice, dressed to one “Shamus the fut of the mountin, in the townland of Ballinacrasky, next to the old church-yard, Ireland,” and that it never reached its intended destination, It is a verbatim copy, save where the substitution of tious for real names has become iry, for obvious reason Some other ume: left unchanged, for the pith, point and pathos, Yours truly, THE O'CALLAGTIA New York, about ’L Dear Sitamus.—I was jest thinking t I'd write you a few lines for sake of ould friendship an’ acquantince, hopin’ you're well as this leaves me at prisent: thanks be to God an’ Ifis bi «] saints an’ angels, also that Manreen an’ th’ childher, the poor are injovin’ good health. a wondherful counthry intirely, » ‘speshally at ‘lecshun time, when the people's sperret is stirred up an” politics is ata biling hate. An’, be the same token, who do you think is what they call a sina: thor here now, an’ as big a man as th’ land- lord, bad luk to the ould thievin’ vagabon’ buddongh, wos at home? Faix thin, ‘tis Jack Flaharty, son of ould Shawn Flaharty himself, God’ rest th’ ould man’s sowl, an’ he wos an honester man than his schaming son of a politishun here, who lucks down wid contimpt now on th’ friends who knew him at home, whin he had to live on pratees an’ herrins an’ salt, and sumtimes not enuf of thim, too, the spalpeen. The saycrit of Jack’s rise in the wurruld is that he wasn’t long here whin he jined Tammany Hall, an’ expayrence in the dark wa the /politishuns, he becum as cute and thricky as th’ rest of ’em, and ’twasnt long nece: real of hun time, comicbooks.com