Miscellang.

Dunstan Times, 6 May 1881, Page 3

Miscellang.

THE COUNTY CHAIRMAN. Lambton K*r, Welunton, 25th April, 1881. Be the hokey poker, I’m in a mighty quare fix, so I am, and it’s all through me mild frind Y. P. I was proud to see that he was startin’ a land laige on his own account, but begorra, I’m Sony to find him dabblin’ in litherature agin’. Not that I don’t like his writin’s, for I always enjoy thim, but the long and the short av it is, he’s played the very jooce wid my paice o’ mind, an’ he’s disturbed the thranquility o’ me domestic hearth an’ home. On recaint o' yer last week’s paper 1 began to read the “ Ricrayashuns av’ a County Chairman,” an’ ’pon me conshinse it’s complaitly turned Molly’s head, so it has. She’s continually ravin’ about Clyde an’ the Mollynew but av Molly knew how these potes an' novelists can dbraw the long bow, she’d make allowance for Misther Pyke’s beautiful sthreches av imagination. “Oh Paddy allanah,” ses she, “we must laive Wellinton, for it’s a dirty hole afther all’s sed an’ done, an’ go to Clyde, for sure it must be an illigant place,” ses she, “ an’ there’s no maisles nor scarlet faiver there,” ses she, “ an’ nothin’ but posies, an’ paiches, an’ plums, an’ necther, an’ craim, an’ mountain-jew,” ses she, all the time forgettin’ that me political jewties won’t allow me to laive Wellinton, so they won’t. I’ve invoked the aid o’ the chaste Nine in ordher to immortalise • THE COUNTY CHAIRMAN. Och ,maeli murther ! Vincent dear, Begog, I’m mighty proud to hear Ye’ve inthered on a new career. An’ sure it’s only fair, man, That ivery honest, willin’ hand, Should have a chance at his command To buy a purty bit o’ land— Och, blessin’s on the Chairman. Faix it’s yerself, avick, mavrone, Can make their little dodges known, Begorra, ye can cry “ Alone I did it.” You’ll compare, man, Wid that grate Roman hayro ould, Corri O’Lanus, brave and bould, A laidher grand ye’ll be, I’m tould— Good luck attind the Chairman. Och, Vincent darlint, sure I’ve read The other evenin’, in me bed, Yer “ Rioriayshuns Molly said, “ Fmx, Paddy, but it’s quare, man, Sure Misther Pyke, be what he’s rote, Must be a mighty diver pote ; Now don’t be jealous, for I dote Upon the County Chairman. “ An’ tell me,” she wint on to say, “ Does he live on the flowers of May! Are buther-cups and daisies gay, Wid chewlips sweet his fare, man 7 And does he, at the early dawn, Sup jewdhrops on the sinted lawn 7” Thus spoke me own dear Molly Bawn, The night I read the Chairman. “Hedon’t,” ses I, “ live on the flowers, Unless he’s changed, for be the flowers, He’s sat wid me for two long hours At Bellamy’s, to share man A frugal bit an’ sup, when he An Shrimmy, too, came wid Jay Sea, To take a schnack along wid me, “ Here’s slautha,” says the Chairman. “But Pat,” aein ses Molly, “ Pat: How can the jewel talk like that, Av paiches, plums, an’ sich like chat, An’ cow-cumbers so rare, man 7 Sure Clyde must be the sweetest spot Upon the earth ; oh, for a cot Upon the Mollynew, me lot I’d cast in wid the Chairman.” An’ this is how she talks all day. From brekkust time until the tay, She sea we must go right away 1 n search o’ purer air, man. The piothures ye have drawn of Clyde Has filled her up wid pomp an’ pride, She wants to raycreate beside The darlint County Chairman. PADDY MURPHY. —“ Saturday Advertiser.”