Judge — July 12, 1884 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. and IT partook with much enjoyment of anerocilone breakfast of lacon anil ones, AN OLD STORY. and as grandma was not awake we sallied forth to view the town, and later succeeded in persiading grandma to contide herself to the pilotage of the proprietor of an Trish jaunting ear, with whom we had made ac- quaintance during our ramble, He drove the neighborhood for about three ra, for which charged us the rather rbitant fare of £2: but this he explained by saying, “His car was the only real ihigant in the tewn, and his baste the b Ireland.” end as he very truly rved, If foreign ladies and gintlemen will have shtyle, and the best of av coorse the must pay for it.” It struck me that Det nis’ voke,” as he termed it, de much for its pu varions ingeniously plaited hay ropes, that his horse, which looked very much ) it were fed on erin thes, Came to round more than once; but Dennis was not disposed to cavil. He told me t his only daughter was gone to America, 3 wondhered greatly we niver had met he peen ailin? lately with a bilious faver called plenrisy, and he told my grandmoth » wats th croft h sister's aunt et : he consequently not think grandma was satisfied at the resemb. lane tt there wa withstanding the warm-hearted ality of the whole Tis family. Aunt vos [ won gol jee is trowsera ume from the tailor too long. asked his wife to shorten them a cou- inions by our thorouzh enjorment of the | He of mes, he said she would be too bury. ‘Then he asked his sister-in-law. draught of fresh milk with which we were | lectured her young man would not permit her to do such things, So he asked his m supplied, Our hostess confided to me that | #t the cook, bat the cuok ing to the theater, and his mother consequently hy gramima was a ‘'prond old laseie,” as che e about suppe Bat it happened that his wife relented and took off two inche Brand have mathe ¢ tay nor whiskey and | s@terin-law had a tif with her young man, and took off two inches, and the the potheen in the hons that a grocer’s wife had taken seats in the same row, so didn’t go to the theater She told us all her family history, social loss of caste, so that—well next mourning the family thought at first he had been con- dea rolroniectvlakeiclt ot (ie deal verted as an apostle of Oscar Wilde. husband and the birth of her fourteen chil- ; dren. She said, ‘Mer eldest dangl The First Kiss. The Fourth in Dixie. hit intirely. She followed — poor Mary did, and it was.a great injustice BE PAS REEES Tuey have had a “ Fourth of July” cel- tea pain she found in her side, owin’ to the No earthly joy doth equal this— ebration down in New Guinea. Tt com- hate ef the oven, and she no aise from A maiden’s first enraptured kiss— menced with fire-crackers and torpedoes itonly benisin it in with her hand all the And she who gives, and he who takes, sunrise, after which an oration was deliv day: and he 1 daughter, ran off to be in cqual!maneure cach partakes red in the St. John the Baptist Methodist married last Serapht, so she was greatly tos- she doth not loose, Church, by Me. Andrew Martin Van Buren sicated-since.” She further enjomed on my ; pti nage a Mulberry, lute of New York, and in the grandmother to * Sind her by Dinnis, a pair jevening the festi s were brought to a of aulil boots and stockings if she had them ona sultry day, close by a supper and cake-walk. Admis- to spare, and an auld skirt and. pettic ol-tish in the Drooklet play, sion 10 cents a head, for the benefit of the and any auld bonnet to go to chapel in, indent necrois thou lt dlacloie, New Guinea B ) It the yooue giitleman’ hal cooing o'er, at length propose. Club. wd be t tit for Thou'lt overflow t bliss A colored brother gives the following de- r ind iv’s prayin’ for you'd I'd be for And seal thy compact wit ss, iption of the oration : iver afther, for Pat's a real villian to go L remember well in Nenia’s wild, _ Mr. Van Buren Mulberry’s remarks w: through his clothes, and he has a bit of a ‘The pranks I played when but a child, listened to by a large number ob de most e: taste and likes to be nate too. Aad chased tha bees-the meadows o'er | tinguished citizens ob de community, and We took our departure at last to the O! could those dass come buck once more, | He Words nb eloquence dut flowed from his r dt of the old lads, who ‘As sorayotes tidy of cara (0 ceemy mouf war like de milk and honey dat swep shook us warmly by the hand, and called on ‘Aveven' ditee the cows towanl home. troo de wilderness in de time ob Moses an the “childer” to raise a shout for us, which de bull rushe they did with heulthy vigor. Dennis put a I long once more the swamp to cross, “He disec ind his: ine and Logan Campaign 3 aased on de state ob de country “whisp of hay” under onr feet, which cer- And on the green the ball to toss, for more dan two hours, deoring which yer tainly added to our comfort, We dined at ie, on thy lips to press, could hev heerd a gum drop, an when he the hotel and started for Dublin by the ss replete with tenderness ; ended his interrogotion, wid de following ht mail. Dennis’ parcel certainly light A kiss as silent as the tomb, emcomium— From de farthest souf, whar en my wardrobe, and [ faney grandma Like bee on rose in fragrant bloom. ether buils, to de extremest norf, whar mer- and Aunt Prissy’s also, as I heard Martin ‘The meadow’s flowers fade to the suo, cury freezes, de name ob Ju G, Blaine ne. vinaate’ sineUliiig’ [About will vivanderate up an troo de lab’rinths ob cashmere as good as new; and time into de convex ob eternal oblivion,’ de “Good for nothing Irish beggars.” But enthousiasin ob de populace knew no bounds Martin bad prejudices in common with an de air war heavy wid de shouts ob de many other ladies’ 1 Blaine men.” ‘The forests bloom when day is done ; ‘The single swain singing his lay Like summer's breath doth I'm captive bound—no lon My heart, oh Lottie! beats for thee, | A BOWLEN-BAD man—a poor cricketer. It comes high, but we must have Warst-Parer—a bustle. 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