LIrrLE RocES A TJ WEDNESDAY, MARCH IA, 1s3s
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airlv dawn, as he eoneayed, and bcin l friken'd for fear himself might be cotched and treated like the poor corps he was after malthreatening, il he was found walking the country at that time-by gar, he turned about, and | walked back again to tie oow-fhious,s, and hidin' the corps legs in the straw, Paddy went to sleep agln. But what do you tbink2 the devil along fadey was there until the sogers kem inairn- est, and by the powers. they cared of Paddy-and faith 1t was only sarYin' him right for what he had done to the poor old corps. Well, whn the nor nin' kem, my father says to me, go, Shamus,' say he, to the shed, and bid poor Paddy come in, and take share oi the pratees, for l go bail he's ready for his breakquest by this, any how. = Well, out wint to the COW house, and called out ''Paddy!" and afthcr callin' three or four times and gettin' no an- swer, ] wint in and called agn' and div il an answer got still. Blood an- agersp says l, Paddy, where are you, at all at all?' and so castin' my eyes about the shed, 1 seen two feet sticking out from undher the heap O straw 'Musha thin,' says l, 1bad luck to you, Paddy, but you're fond of warm cor ner, and may be hay'nt made yourself as snug as fay in a blanket; but I'll disturb your dhrames. I'm thinlsin. says ], and with that laid hould of his heels, (as l thought, God help me- and gIyin' a good pull to waken him, as intind- ed, away wint, head over heels, ao my brains was a most knocked out agin the val. Well, when recover. ed myself, there was on the broad O my back, and two things sticlSin' out of my hands like pair Of Husshian'shorse st'ls-and thought the sight Id lave my eyes, when seen they wor two mortial legs. My jew'l, threw them down like hot pratee, and jumpin' up, 1 roared out militia murther. s0h you murthering william, sais l, shakin' m, fist at the COW; Oh, you unnath'ral baste.' says !. you've ate poor Paddy. you thievin' cannibal, you're worse than neyger,' says l 'and back luck to you, how duinty you are, that nothin' 'id sarve you for your supper, but the best piper in all Ireland? Weirasthru, sceir- asthru! what Fl the whole country say to such an unnath'ral murther? and you. lookin' as innocent there as a lamb, and aiting your hay, as quiet as ifnothin' happen'd;' with that ! run out, for troth didn't like to be near her; and goin' into the house, told them all oft. 'Arrah! be aisy,' says my father, 'bad luck to the lie 1 tell you,' says L. 'ls it ate Paddyr says they. sDivil doubt of it, says i. Are you sure, Shamus?' says my mother, T wish was as sure of q new pair O brogues,' says l. Bad luck to the bit she has letfiy him but his two legs And do you tell me she ate the pipes too?' says my father. By gor,l b'lieve so,' saysi. Oh, the diyil fly away wid her. says he, what cruel taste she has for music!' sAr- raht says my mother, don't be cursing the COW, that gives the milk to the chil- dhren.' SYis will,' says my father, 'why shouldn't curse sitch an unnatur- al baste?' You oughtn't to curse any livin' thing that's undher your roof says my mother. By my sowl, them lsays my father. sshe shan't be undher my roof any more, for I'll send her to the fair this minit,' says he, and sell her for whatever she'll bring. Go afr says he, 'Shamus, the minnit' you've ate your breakquest, and dhrive her to the fair.' sThroth ! don't like to dhrive her. saysl. 'Arrah, don't be maxim gommagh of yourself,' says he. sFaith don't saysI. Well, like or no like says he, you must dhrive her. Sure, father,' says l, you could take more care iv her yourself.' sThat's mighty good says he, sto keep dog, and bark myself;' and faith I reelected the say in from that hour--slet me have no more words about it. says he, but afr wid vou.'

 So, wint, and it's no lie Pm tellin' wflin l say it was sore agin my will l had any thing to do with sitch william of haste. Bnt howsomever, l cut a brave long wattle, that ] might dhrive the man-ather iv a thief, as she was, without beiii' near her s.t all 1t ;ll.- Well, away we wint along the road, and mighty throng il wuz wid the boys and the girls, and, in short, all sorts, rich