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THE ADVERTISEMENT ANSWERED.-FRANK M. THORN,
Good mornin' til yez, yer honor! And are yez the gintlemon
As advertised, in the paper, fur an active, intilligent b'y?
sprig iv a wan :
resimblance til me, Fur ivery wan iv his faytures, and mine, are alike as two
paze, Barrin' wan iv his hivenly eyes, which he lost in a bit iv a
spree Wid Hooligan's b’y, which intinded to larrup me Teddy
wid aize; And his taythe, which hung out on his lip, like a pair ir
big, shinin', twin pearls, Till wan iv thim taythe was removed by the fut iv a cow
he was tazin; And his hair, that we niver cu'd comb, along iv bewhilderin'
curls, So we kape it cropp'd short to save combin', and that
makes our intercoorse plazin. And is it rid-headed, ye call him? Belike he is foxy, is Ted; And goold-colored hair is becomin'til thim that's com
plicted wid blonde ! But who cares fur color? Sure, contints out-vally the rest
iv the head ! And Ted has a head full iv contints, as lively as t’hrout
in a pond! Good timpered ? Sure niver a bett'her.—The paceablest, quiet.
est lamb As lives the whole lin'th iy our sthrate, where the b’ys is
that kane fur a row That Ted has to fight iv'ry day, though he'd quarrel no moro
than a clam.Faith, thim b’ys 'ud provoke the swate angels, in hiven,
to fight onyhow! Thim Hooligan b’ys is that d'hirty, they have to be washed
wanst a wake :-Faith, Hooligan finds it convanient to live down ferninst
the canall Where the wat'her fur scrubbin' the mud off his child'hers
is not far til sake. But Teddy is allus that nate that he niver nades washin'
Crn he rade! Sure me Ted has the makin' iv a beautiful
rader, indade, And lairn't all his lett'hers, but twinty, in three months'
attindance at school: But the mast'her got mad at me Teddy, becase iv a joke that
was played Wid a pin, that persuaded the mast'her quite suddint to
rise from his stool. Teddy niver cu'd plaze the school-mast'her wid ony iv thim
playful t’hricks; So, wid his edication unfinished, Ted found it convanient
to lave. But, barrin' the larnin', I'll match him, fur kaneness, fer
'ninst ony six, In butt'herin' paple wid blarney, and playin' nate thricks
to desave. Thim Hooligan b’ys is all raders, but Teddy jist skins 'em
alive: Wid their marbles, and paynuts, and pennies, iv'ry wan
iv his pockets he'll fill By the turn iv his wrist, ur such tactics as Teddy knows
how til cont’hrive: They'd gladly t'hrade off their book-larnin' fur Teddy's
suparior skill! Politeness comes aisy til Ted, fur he's had me to tache him
the thrick Iv bowin' and scrapin' and spakin' to show paple proper
respict. Spake up til the gintlemon, Teddy! Whist! Aft wid yer
cap first, ye stick! He's shapish a t'hrifle, yer honor; he's allus been brought
up that strict. Come! Spake up, and show yer foine bradin! Och! Hear
that!“ How are yez, Owld Moke?” Arrah, millia murther! Did iver yez hear jist the aqua?
iv that? "How are yez, Owld Moke?” says he! Ha! Ha! Sure, yer
honor, he manes it in joke! He's the playfullest b'y! Faith, it's laughin' at Teddy that
makes me so fat! Honest! Troth, he is that! He's that honest, he was niver
tuk by the perlace, Barrin' wanst that Owld Hooligan swore that Teddy had
stole his b'y's knife Wid niver a blade. And the jidge he remairked, wid con.
timpt. 't was the t'hriflinest case To bod'her a dignified Coort wid, he iver had known in his life!
Yez can t'hrust him wid onything. Honest! Does he luk
like a bi'y that 'ud stale? Jist luk in the swate, open face iv him, barrin' the eye
wid the wink:Och! Teddy!! Phat ugly black st'hrame is it runnin'down
there by yer hale! Murtheration! Yer honor, me Teddy has spilt yer fine
bottle iv ink!! Phat? How kem the ink in his pocket? I'm thinkin'he borry'd
it, sur: And
yez saw him pick up yer pen-howlder and stick it
inside iv his slaive ! And yez think that Ted mint til purline 'em!! Ah, wirra!
The likes iv that slur Will d'hrive me,-poor, tinder, lone widdy,-wid sorrow
down intil me grave! Bad cess til yez, Teddy, ye spalpeen! Why c'u'dn't yez
howld on, the dayYe thafe iv the world !-widout breakin' the heart iv me?
No. Yez must stale! I'll tache yez a t'hrick, ye rid-headed, pilferin', gimlet-eyed
flay! Ye freckle-faced, impident bla’guard !-Och! whin we git home yez 'll squale!
- Bric-a-Brac in Scribner's Monthly.
THE GAMBLER'S WIFE.-R. COATES.
Dark is the night! How dark! No light, no fire!
*Yet I'll not curse him. No! 'tis all in vain! 'Tis long to wait, but sure he'll come again! And I could starve, and bless him, but for you, My child !-his child! Oh, tiend!” The clock'strikes two. "Hark! How the sign-board creaks! The blast howls by. Moan! moan! A dirge swells through the cloudy sky. Ha! 'tis his knock! he comes !-he comes once more ?" 'Tis but the lattice flaps. Thy hope is o'er. "Can he desert us thus? He knows I stay,
I Night after night, in loneliness, to pray For his return--and yet he sees no tear! No! no! It cannot be. He will be here! "Nestle more closely, dear one, to my heart ! Thou 'rt cold! Thou’rt freezing! But we will not part! Husband !-I die!-Father!--It is not he! O God! protect my child!" The clock strikes three. They're gone, they're gone! the glimmering spark hath filed! The wife and child are numbered with the dead. On the cold earth, outstretched in solemn rest, The babe lay frozen on its mother's breast; The gambler came at last-but all was o'erDread silence reigned around ;--the clock struck four!
THE LEAP OF ROUSHAN BEG.-H. W. LONGFELLOW.
Mounted on Kyrat strong and fleet,
Roushan Beg, called Kurroglou,
Up the mountain pathway flew.
Reach the dust-cloud in his course.
Roushan the Robber loved his horne.
Garden-girt his fortress stood!
Gave him wealth and wine and food
Seven hundred and fourscore
Did his bidding night and day.
Seeking without guide his way.
Loud the torrent roars unseen;
He who crosses this ravine.
Reyhan the Arab of Orfah Halted with his hundred men, Shouting upward from the glen,
“La Illáh illa Allah !"
Kissed him upon both his eyes;
Sings a bird before it flies.
Carry me this peril through! Satin housings shall be thine, Shoes of gold, O Kyrat mine,
O thou soul of Kurroglou ! "Soft thy skin as silken skein, Soft as woman's hair thy mane,
Tender are thine eyes and true; All thy hoofs like ivory shine, Polished bright; Oh, life of mine,
Leap, and rescue Kurroglou ! Kyrat, then, the strong and fleet, Drew together his four white feet,
Paused a moment on the verge,
Leaped as leaps the ocean surge
Kyrat safe his rider bore;