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"OH, 'tis time I should talk to your mother,
Sweet Mary," says I.

"Oh, don't talk to my mother," says Mary,
Beginning to cry:

"For my mother says men are deceivers,
And never, I know, will consent;
She says girls in a hurry who marry
At leisure repent."

"Then suppose I would talk to your father,
Sweet Mary," says I.

"Oh, don't talk to my father," says Mary,
Beginning to cry:

"For my father, he loves me so dearly,

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"BY-THE-BY, Sir John," said the master, addressing a distinguished guest, "Pat has a very curious story which something you told me to-day reminds me of. You remember, Pat" (turning to the man, evidently pleased at the notice thus paid to himself), “you remember that queer adventure you had in France?” "Throth I do, sir," grins forth Pat.

"What!" exclaims Sir John, in feigned surprise," was Pat ever in France?"

"Indeed he was," cries mine host; and Pat adds, “Ay, and farther, plaze your Honor."

“I assure you, Sir John," continues my host, "Pat told me a story once that surprised me very much respecting the ignorance of the French."

"Indeed!" rejoins the baronet; "really, I always supposed the French to be a most accomplished people."

- Throth then, they're not, sir," interrupts Pat.

"Oh, by no means," adds mine host, shaking his head emphatically.

"I believe, Pat, 'twas when you were crossing the Atlantic?' says the master, turning to Pat with a seductive air, and leading into the full and true account" (for Pat had thought fit to visit North Amerikay, for "a raison he had," in the autumn of the year 'ninety-eight).

"Yes, sir," says Pat, "the broad Atlantic";-a favorite phrase of his, which he gave with a brogue as broad, almost, as the Atlantic itself. "It was the time I was lost in crassin' the broad Atlantic, a-comin' home," began Pat, decoyed into the recital; "whin the winds began to blow, and the sae to rowl, that you'd think the Colleen Dhas (that was her name) would not have a mast left but what would rowl out of her.

"Well, sure enough, the masts went by the boord at last, and the pumps were choaked (divil choak them for that same), and av coorse the wather gained an us; and throth, to be filled with wather is neither good for man or baste; and she was sinkin' fast, settlin' down, as the sailors calls it; and faith, I never was good at settlin' down in my life, and I liked it then less nor ever: accordingly we prepared for the worst, and put out the boat, and got a sack o' bishkits, and a cashk o' pork, and a kag o' wather, and a thrifle o' rum aboord, and any other little matthers we could think iv in the mortial hurry we wor in — and faith, there was no time to be lost, for my darlint, the Colleen Dhas went down like a lump o' lead afore we wor many sthrokes

o' the oar away from her.

"Well, we dhrifted away all that night, and next mornin' we put up a blanket an the ind av a pole as well as we could, and then we sailed iligant; for we darn't show a stitch o' canvas the night before, bekase it was blowin' like bloody murther, savin' your presence, and sure it's the wondher of the world we worn't swally'd alive by the ragin' sae.

"Well, away we wint for more nor a week, and nothin' before our two good-lookin' eyes but the canophy iv heaven and the wide ocean, the broad Atlantic; not a thing was to be


seen but the sae and the sky and though the sae and the sky is mighty purty things in themselves, throth they're no great things when you've nothin' else to look at for a week together; and the barest rock in the world, so it was land, would be more welkim. And then soon enough, throth our provisions began to run low; the bishkits, and the wather, and the rum, -throth that was gone first of all, God help uz: and oh! it was thin that starvation began to stare uz in the face. Oh, murther, murther, captain darlint,' says I, 'I wish we could see land anywhere,' says I.


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More power to your elbow, Paddy, my boy,' says he, 'for sich a good wish; and throth it's myself wishes the same.'

"Oh,' says I, 'that it may plaze you, sweet queen iv heaven, supposing it was only a dissolute island,' say I, inhabited wid Turks, sure they wouldn't be such bad Christians as to refuse us a bit and a sup.'


'Whisht, whisht, Paddy,' says the captain, 'don't be talkin' bad of any one,' says he; you don't know how soon you may want a good word put in for yourself, if you should be called to quarters in th' other world all of a suddint,' says he.

"Thrue for you, captain darlint,' says I, — I called him darlint and made free wid him, you see, bekase disthress makes uz all equal,thrue for you, captain jewel: God betune uz and harm, I owe no man any spite;'-and throth that was only thruth. Well, the last bishkit was sarved out, and by gor, the wather itself was all gone at last, and we passed the night mighty cowld. Well, at the break o' day the sun riz most beautiful out o' the waves that was as bright as silver and as clear as chrysthal. But it was only the more cruel upon us, for we wor beginnin' to feel terrible hungry; when all at wanst I thought I spied the land. By gor I thought I felt my heart up in my throat in a minnit, and Thunder an turf, captain,' says I, 'look to leeward,' says I.

"What for?' says he.

"I think I see the land,' says I.

"So he ups with his bring-'m-near (that's what the sailors call a spy-glass, sir), and looks out, and sure enough it was. "Hurrah!' says he, 'we're all right now: pull away, my boys,' says he.

"Take care you're not mistaken,' says I; maybe it's only a fog-bank, captain darlint,' says I.

"Oh, no,' says he, 'it's the land in airnest.'

"Oh then, whereabouts in the wide world are we, captain?' says I maybe it id be in Roosia, or Proosia, or the Jarman Oceant?' says I.


"Tut, you fool,' says he, for he had that consaited way wid him, thinkin' himself cleverer nor any one else, fool,' says he, that's France,' says he.

tut, you

“Tare an ouns,' says I, 'do you tell me so? and how do you know it's France it is, captain dear?' says I.


"Bekase this is the Bay o' Bishky we're in now,' says

"Throth I was thinkin' so myself,' says I, 'by the rowl it has; for I often heerd av it in regard of that same:' and throth the likes av it I never seen before nor since, and with the help o' God, never will.

"Well, with that my heart began to grow light: and when I seen my life was safe I began to grow twice hungrier nor ever; so says I, Captain jewel, I wish we had a gridiron.'

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Why, then,' says he, thunder and turf,' says he, what

puts a gridiron into your head?'


Bekase I'm starvin' with the hunger,' says I.

"And sure, bad luck to you,' says he, you couldn't ate a gridiron,' says he, barrin you wor a pelican o' the wildherness,' says he.

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"Ate a gridiron!' says I; 'och, in throth I'm not sich a gommoch all out as that, anyhow. But sure if we had a gridiron we could dress a beefsteak,' says I.

"Arrah! but where's the beefsteak?' says he.

“Sure, couldn't we cut a slice aff the pork?' says I. "Be gor, I never thought o' that,' says the captain. You're

a clever fellow, Paddy,' says he, laughin'.

"Oh, there's many a thrue word said in joke,' says I. "Thrue for you, Paddy,' says he.

"Well, then,' says I, if you put me ashore there beyant' (for we were nearing the land all the time), and sure I can ax thim for to lind me the loan of a gridiron,' says I.

"Oh, by gor, the butther's comin' out o' the stirabout in airnest now,' says he: you gommoch,' says he, sure I towld you before that's France, and sure they're all furriners there,' says the captain.

"Well,' says I, and how do you know but I'm as good a furriner myself as any o' thim?'

"What do you mane?' says he.


"I mane,' says I, 'what I towld you; that I'm as good a furriner myself as any o' thim.'

"Make me sinsible,' says he.

"By dad, maybe that's more nor me, or greater nor me, could do,' says I;-and we all began to laugh at him, for I thought I'd pay him off for his bit o' consait about the Jarman Oceant.

"Lave aff your humbuggin',' says he, 'I bid you; and tell me what it is you mane, at all at all.'


"Parly voo frongsay?' says I. "Oh, your humble sarvant,' says he why, by gor, you're a scholar, Paddy.'

"Throth, you may say that,' says I.


Why, you're a clever fellow, Paddy,' says the captain, jeerin' like.

"You're not the first that said that,' says I, 'whether you joke or no.'


"Oh, but I'm in airnest,' says the captain; and do you tell me, Paddy,' says he, that you spake Frinch?'


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Parly voo frongsay?' says I.

"By gor, that bangs Banagher; and all the world knows Banagher bangs the divil. I never met the likes o' you, Paddy,' says he 'pull away, boys, and put Paddy ashore, and maybe we won't get a good bellyful before long.'

"So with that it was no sooner said nor done; they pulled away and got close into shore in less than no time, and run the boat up in a little creek, and a beautiful creek it was, with a lovely white sthrand, —an iligant place for ladies to bathe in the summer, — and out I got: and it's stiff enough in limbs my I was, afther bein' cramped up in the boat, and perished with the cowld and hunger; but I conthrived to scramble on, one way or t'other, towards a little bit iv a wood that was close to the shore, and the smoke curlin' out of it, quite timptin' like.

"By the powdhers o' war, I'm all right,' says I, - 'there's a house there;' and sure enough there was, and a parcel of men, women, and childher ating their dinner round a table quite convaynient. And so I wint up to the door, and I thought I'd be very civil to thim, as I heerd the Frinch was always mighty p'lite intirely and I thought I'd show them I knew what good manners was.

"So I took aff my hat, and making a low bow, says I, 'God save all here,' says I.

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