PADDY RYAN'S COURTSHIP.

Auckland Chronicle and New Zealand Colonist, Volume 2, Issue 15, 15 November 1843, Page 4

PADDY RYAN'S COURTSHIP.

Middlesex County Couiit.—A fat, fair, and may be forty-yeai-old widow, well known in Dyoti street, Bloorasbury-square, as "ould mother Hennessy,*' appeared to sustain a summons against Mr. Patrick Ryan, for the sum of two pounds barrin a farthing. Mother Hennessy looked rather sly at Paddy, and the latter was not slow in re* turning the compliment. A most unfortunate crathu r I am yer banner, said. Mother Hennessy, and this grate baste iv a Paddy Ryan knows it to my sorry (laughter). It's only last Christmas day as be tuk a cap iv tay wid me, and afther that a noggin or so iv whiskey ; sure and thin didn't be begin phi* landeiing with the com-hether over me (laughter). Mother Hennessy, sees he, it's a lone woman and all by yourself you are, and so—so. Mr. Dubois —Well, and what then ? Mother Hennessy—He put the comhether over me. Mr. Dubois—The comhether! why what is that ? Och mavournin, replied Mrs. Hennessy, blushing p'ke a brass candlestick, sure and didn't he kiss me wonst, twice, and three times, and swore by ould Father Foggerty'* Sunday breeches he'd make Misses Ryan iv me (roars of laughter ). Sure didn't the black'ard hug me like a bear as he is, and borry a suv'reign of me the same night. Mr. Dubois —Sharp courtship, indeed. But.l see you claim two sovereigns ? That's tbrue, replied Mrs. Hennessy. He kept on kourtin' and borryin', and borryin' and kourtin' and getting his 'nuff to ate, and plenty of the crayther to drink, till one day, jest as he borry'd the last traneen, Norah Murphy ses to me, ses she, as soon as she dropt in, The Lord have mercy and preserve all iv yez, ses she, haveye heard the news Mother Hennessy ? Divil a know do I know about it, darlint What'll it be, honey? (laughter) Ocbrie och lione, ses she, I would't iv thought the same iv Paddy Ryan —whist now—Paddy Ryan is married and got a wife and nine childer at Kilkenny ! (roars of laughter. J And troth and sure enough he had, the vagabone. Och'!—musha mclior ! but it's a grate burning shame I Mr. Dubois—Well, Mr. Ryan, and pray what do you say to this? Paddy Ryan.—Bedad, thin, I nivir tould her a word about the marrying, and as to the kourtin' and the atin' and drinkin', why as the.song goes— She tuk off the kiver—l see the beef smoke, She cuts me a slice, and I cut her a joke, She'd two little childer, so I made a stir, 1 fir>t kiss the childer, and then I kiss ber— With my brogue, and my blarney and botherin' ways. ('great laughter.) Mr. Dubios —But why did you borrow the poor woman's money '! Paddy Ryan—Faix, and it was mighty kind iv her to lend the same ; mighty kind, indeed ; and may be I'll take my own time to pay the same. The jury, however, were of opinion that the money should be forthcoming inmediately, and an order was made to that effect.