ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume XII, Issue 258, 31 October 1877, Page 4

ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.

Under this heading "]Paddy Murphy " sends the following contribution, dated Wellington, October 11, to the Saturday Advertiser i-— Ton me conshinse, this is the proudest moment 6' me life, an' wid good rayson, for sure we've dhragged the tyrants down at last. Bad luck to the thing I've done siuce last Monday night but. dhrink whiskey. On the evening o' that day mesilf and a few more o' the Opposition boys tuk tay wid Sir George, an' discussed the situation thoroughly. We thin an' there determined to make a boald plunge for ifc -that night. Av coorse there wos a few o' the Government rinigades still sittin' on a rail (this is a Parliminthery fr&se), so I was deputed be me collaiges to go an' raison wid thim, in ordher to bring thim to their sinses. "Paddy," ses Sir George, " ye've a soft brogue," ses he. "an' ye can put the come ither on thim," ses he, " wid yer blarney," ses he. Well, off I wint to discoorse wid wid the waverers, an' be this an' be that, I talked thim over in less thin no time. Some o' thim wor raythor stiff, .an' I had to promise thim nate billets before I could raysou thim out o' their Stubbornness. " Boys," ses I, " ye're wastin' ye're time wid those ungrateful Centralists," ses I. " Come over to us, aes I, " an' begorra we'll make min o' ye," ses I. Well, me jewel, me jewdishious blowin' had the desired effect, for be the holy poker, aitch an' ivery man o' thim lost their Baliance on the rail an' tumbled over to our side. But, be me sowl, I had the divil's own work to whip some o'thim up to the scratch. Some o' the varmints put purty high prices on their votes, I can tell ye, an' one rnimber locked himself in the store room at Bellamy's, an' whin he was discovered there was a pint bottle o' Ould Tom missin.' But we sucsaded at last, and the result was a glorious victhory. But we have still a most difficult task before us. We have quare work, entirely to satisfy our boys. Mr Larnach. has the divil's own job to keep thim in ordher. Every bosthoon, from Shrimski to Satan, an' from Brown to Bunny, wants to play Hamlet in the new Ministhry. Mr Larnach gives thim plinty o' soft talk, but bogog he's jest thro win' sawdust in their eyes. But whisper (ar coorse I tell ye this in confidence), Lord Normanbee sint for me in the quite, and axed me in sthrict confidence to take office. "These Provinchialists," ses he, " are an uuruly lot, an' unless a paceful, sinsible man like yourself takes 'em in hand an' keeps thim in check, there's no tellin' what they might do," ses he. "Paddy astuore," sea he, "Paddy aathore, oblige me by accepting a portfoly," ses he, "an' Fs be everlastingly obliged to ye," ses he; Bagorra, it wiut to me heart to refuse his Excellency, but private business privinted me from accepting tha proffered honor. However, I promised to Had the new Ministry me valuable assistance, and to advise (hem in matters of esthraime difficulty. I was jist under the influence o' the Muse, composin' a node in honor of our victory, when Misther Seed dbropped ioto me office on Lambtoo Kay, to ax me to spaike a word to Laraach for him, as he waats to git into office oaoighty bad. I bad only got to the third verse whan be disturbed me, but I'll aind ye some more on a future occasion. The following is the lines: — Harroo, hurroo! the tyrant crew have tumbled dowu at last, Our provincial colors now are floating ■'-. ..v;:f.j! at the mast, Oar captain's a*, the helm, brave boys — hooray s ye sowls, hooray! Though things were looking blue before begorra now they're Grey. The Rnrapauts nod the Modberates marched bouldly to the frout — Awake, me harp, in accents sharp, and Bing the power o' blunt. Of sugar, tin, and rhino too, they're ail the same yo see; It's pickings wo are afther, boys— but that's 'tween you aa' no?. Thia shout my valiant haroa now, let joy fill every mouth, Let boDfires blaze on every hill from North unto the South, From Larnnch's Caatle steep, ray boys, to Kawuu far away, We'll boaßt an' brag, an' r^ise our rag, our noble flag of Grey!