Judge — February 7, 1885 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. openly here, but the wish for their extirpa- tion is heartfelt and universal. So, in view of the absence of a law to reach them, and in view of the universs and heartfelt wish for their extirpation, ‘It Jvvar would not be surprised, or ve greatly displeased, if he heard some fine ds that the people had become a law unto then selves, as they sometimes do in the bre¢ precedent-untrammelled courts which Judge | Lynch presides over in the West. In that case O'Donovan Rossa ef id genus omne would decorate a lamp-post more gracefully in death than ever they adorned the cause of | Irish independence in life. THE RISING GENERATION. | Wuo has not smiled at the solicitue of a hen who, having hatch ducklings, secs them take to the water at the very first opportunity, She runs cluck- ing along the brink, watching those whom she firmly believes to be her offspring pad- | dling at their ease in the unfamiliar element, and she is puzzled and unhappy. During the next four years there will be many a brood of young ones hatched out in the Democratic poultry yard, and they will not all be Democ chickens either. When they chip their way ont of the shell in which their family traditions have en- | cased them, they will see the world for them- selves, They will not all take kindly to the ways of their Democratic foster mother. They will take to Republicanism as naturally as u duck takes to water, Fi 3 hence many a young man will cast his first vote at a Presidential election. Some of them will hay cra in stock; but Tur ventures to believe that the Republican nominee four years hence will cor They will have had practical experience of a Dem- ocratic government during four of the most impression They will, wule re greatly mistaken, have had enough of it by that time. The threaten- ings of Free Trade will have become more threatening; the scramble for spoils will have been pushed beyond all bounds of decency; the capacity of the Executive will have been put toa test which can hardly result satis- factorily. So the young men will think for them- selves, and reason from the premises which lie patently before tnem, that the govern- ment of the party which tried to split the Union is not a government under which the Union can be advantageously held together. They will stray off, these Democratic duck- | lings—they will get into Republican waters sooner or later, and then good bye to the poor old hen who watches them despairingly from the bank, ed out a breed of ir y sprung from Demo- ome from Republic Jener al the majority of their votes. able years of their lives, we Prorounp Onsr that all of us need.” Honest Baker—‘‘Yes, and some of us knead VER—* Bread is a thing | it badly.” THE SOILED Fifteen Summers Ago. My pretty’ Annette, you I With yo And try as T ms t Those halcyon days when first we met Fifteen summers Not as you With your regal air and your diamond's sheen, But when you were blus And I was twenty—tall Fite bt my queen, ig ‘sweet sixteen,” d tean— » Summers ago. Twas college youth from town, You were a country girl (don't frown) Sweet simplicity Tangled curls of —pure white gown, larkest brown, — Fifteen summers ago. T swore that I loved you,—I thought I did, (1 was always a very susceptible kid) And when my boldness you softly ehid, Your dimpled band in Fifteen summers ago, y brown one The first time I kissed you,—remember the night?— We stood on the porch in the pale moon Jight;— Like a startled fawn you looked up in affri And murmured, ‘I don't think that ean b Fiftcen summers ago. Tecalled you my my ange And sw y the tranquil st That you were “my first—my only love!” And, like the late Romeo, talked of your "* glove.”"— Fifteen summers ago. right!"— my dove!” hove Like the fickle knight in the ancient lay, I false dT rode away; "— Left you with vows to return “some day” And—forg joved 1 you so soon in the city gay,— Fifteen sumn ors ago. But you did not worry, my Indy fair, For instead of pining in proud despa Or romantic'ly climbing the golden stair;— You married a gouty old millionalre— Fifteen summers ago! Heiss Tuonse, SAINT (JOHN). | Intercepted Letters. pnts, vublin Cousin Pat ta New York. My Dear Covsix Pat: T hope this will find you well as it laves me and all my family at presint, in good work in Guinness’ Brewery, and an elegant lodging convanient to it Tam married since I wrote, and a good row we had the weddin night, and a few fine raps I got as well as gave on party—to which Kitty went in a cov ar, dressed in green muslin—the severity of which left a ringin’ in my cars ever since, which caused me to insult both a lawyer and adoctor on the subject, but never got me jone ha‘appenny’s damages, But I'm high up now in the National League, and have to _muke improper speeches every night, which means I larn them be heart, and spout them out without any previous preperations. There’s been great doins of late here, and grand sport in the Land Commission's coo Ay coorse, you wercint without hearin’ how the boys dynamited Hussey’s house, below there in Kerry. Well, ever'since that the whole country has been in grate fear and dhread of dynamite, and small blame to them, for its thremendous stuff. I’ve seen a couple of little cartridges of it explode a big three before iver the repoort came at all at all. Well, as I was afther sayin’, I tuk a turn in the Land Commission Coort to hear some of the spaaches, and collect materials for me next spache. I wasn't in it beyant five minutes and beginnin’ to take raal de- light in the injustice of all 1h when all of a suddent there kom a loud report, similar to that of a cannon, only louder if possible. Lawyers, judges, and all leaped to their fect as if they had been shot, any more than maybe they couldn't have leaped up at all afther bein’ raally shot. “Dynamite!” shouted auld O'Hagan, the sitting judge, who, as I tould you afore, was !gtannin’ up just then, comicbooks.com