THE STHONEWALLERS.

Kumara Times, Issue 1546, 10 September 1881, Page 2

THE STHONEWALLERS.

THE FOIGHT ON THE RIPRISINTASHUN BILL.

A POETHICK EPISHAL. [AUCKLAND FREE LANCE], Arrah, Misther Edithor, ma bouchal, since me last conthribushun I’ve bin down rooryalysin’ at the State iv Govermiut, so I have, Inkin afther the inthersts iv me consthitooyunts beyant there in Chancery Line in the matter iv riprisintashnn, an’ it’s the illigant orashnns the Sthrangers Gallery, though for why they call it “ gallei’y ” sorrow a one o’ me knows, for the divil a gall (that’s English for ghml) was in it all but myself, though, begorra, there was me ould frind Docthor Wallis an’ plinty iv oraadhauns iv ould ones down there below on the flure. Och ! be de powers of Moll Kelly ! its meself, Biddy Murphy, that saw the foinest sight in the whole wnrld, so I did, whin thim Sthonewallers, the Noo Zayland Parnellers, comminced to obsthruct that dirthy Eiprisintashun Bill. Begorra, the Sthonewallers is hayroes, divil a thing else, ivery mother’s son iv thim. Hecther and Achehillis an’ Pat Rockies and Brian Born was nothing to thim at all, at all. Misther Edithor, avick, d’ye yez know the manin’ iv the word “ Sthonewaller 1” It’s dayrived from anshint toimes when the boys used to put a bit iv sthone in a sthockin’ (savin’ yer prisince) in a shindy, an’ the Sassenach, bad cess to thim, called thim “ sthonethrowers,” an’ the O’Briens that used to bate tin sancespans out iv the Hesshians called thimsilves “ The Sthonewallers,” for begorra, the divil a sthone they left in any iv the walls in a foight. Be the hokey, there’s the wind a howlin’ as if ould Borryus was broke loose, and me Peggysus has a hard struggle to kape his wings from bein’ blown all to smithereens, Bedad, I wish I was back again in the Timple of the Muses in ould Chancery Lane, so I do. x>uc, come-all-ye ! X’!l sing vez a pome : Th§ Sthonewallers kem in to the House after lunch, An’ their phizogues was gleamin’ wid hot whisky punch.; An the shine of ache nose was as red as could be— Like the sun when he sets afther havin’ a sphree. Like the ass iv ould Balaam Dick Seddon was seen, Wid a big load iv books all bound up in green ; Like the winds on the Kay whin it blows a big gale, Dick Seddon kep’ blowin’ like Jonah’s grate whale. An’ Bastings, begorra, he set up a blast, An’ swore that a week his crashun ud last ; An’ the eyes iv the sleepers waxed heavy an’ chill, For faix, the Wist Coasthers had sthonewalled the Bill. An’ there lay the numbers wid nosthrils all wide— Be de hokey, they Snoored in the height of their pride ; An’ there lay tlm Major asleep in his box, Wid one eye wide open, just loike 'an ould fox ! An’ there sthood bould Dick, .wid talkin’ quite dhry, Till Levestone slhipped him a dhrop. on the shly ; An’ Geordie' ‘ was silent, while Seddon alone The roof nearly lifted, wid puffin, all blown. An’ the whip they wor merry as larks, I’ll go bail, For George Jones’s fiddle was raisin’ its wail, An’ the raoight of the Hallites disgusted, be gar! They melted away to the Belly-my’s bar. Biddy Murphy, House of Parley-mint.