LE MINISTRE IRELANDAIS SANS PORTEFUILLE.—(French!)

New Zealand Times, Volume XXXIII, Issue 5411, 31 July 1878, Page 3

LE MINISTRE IRELANDAIS SANS PORTEFUILLE.— (French!)

• r (From the New Zealand Saturday Advertiser.J SPECIAL. TELEGRAM* ! Lambfcon-Kay, , Wellington, July 25th. Be dad I’ve been laid up ’wid a sivare could for the last week, and Mrs. M. has been puttin’ bottles'o’ hotwatherto me feet an’ ibottles ;0’ tbe crayfcher .to mo stomilc ‘ ivery night, in order to work the could out. This evenin’ I’ve been perusin Misther Tinnyson’s pomes as I - sat be the -hob,• an.’ be gorra there’s some av his illusions very dacent productions for.a pote of his kaliber, for share he’s not a grate bard be any mains. Be gorra-his title will tell ye that, for faixdie's called the Pote Lower-rate, so he can’t be'a first-rate child ov the muses like irieself. Affcher I finished reading that illiganb lamintation av his called “ Locksley Hall,”, the iday'lathered into mo head av improvin’ on it, an’ as we open Parlamint in the mornin’, I sfchruclc off the following; gim, which yoii must allow-is a long way shupavior to the original : r TALKSLEY HALL. | Molly davlint don’t disturb mo, I-must wake to-mor. . row morn', Lave mo rest an' if I’m snorin', snorin’ on me.bugleWhisper softly wid a r 'coooy/?’faix I want au early call. Share I want to ■ hoar tlio Marklss blowin’ loud in Talkaley Hall. ’ Talksloy Hall that down : bayant there, houlds the . blue books and the tbractsi ; ’ An' the hollow imply speeches, mighty fibs an’ little -’, • ■ facts. : . .• • •‘ ' ’, Manya night; be gog, Tve listened—listened, ere I wint to rest, l ; j’i ' To the Major an’ the Kurnil, an’ttho ginthry from the ; "West. ; r Little>Martin'dC'from Greyraouth, turns from’poly- . ticks to thrade, j . . ; • Now the polytishiao’s gai-mints for a Button aren’t made. • ’ Tho'e's a Thome in. his salt sure,'Seymour George, a youth sublime— . . . . r Roaclher Wood, that Day-mos-thay-uus, talks no longer . . • against time.. , , Rowl the blankets round me; Molly, falx it’s time that I reposed, , Bring a cruiskoen o’ the craythur, gist before me eyes are closed. . ■ ,• » . - . ■

"Whin I dip Into tho bottle (aliuro I don’t get oh tbo spree) Falx I see altcb before me, M.11.R, and M.L.C. In the Session 1 ivery spalpeen thrles to feather his own nest, - ; ‘ « In the Session ivery Spouthor’s strivin’ for to talk his - best. ■ / ' In the Session, little Jay See spaiks some tindher words o'-love, ’ V. 'Whin he’s bulton-holin’ mimbers in tho lobbies up above. _ > In tho Session, 'pon mo cohschius, blarney flows from - many a tongue, v , ,■ r - . : ; . In the Session janial mimbers sombtiriic’s got a little . jSpntnfl. ■ 1 In tlid Session- whisky-toddy brings. the- blushes .... toy. p,, - • ■ • ; ‘ An’it often clears tho cobwebs from tho throats o’ Mac an’mo. . S ; .. ■ . - r : Tare-an-ounthers, don’t wo blusthcr up .In Bellamy’s • at night ?' ’ ‘ An* wo talk a thrifle loose, too, wlpn we’ get a little, tight. 1 ? *:■ • . ’ Oft I tuk a glass o’ whisky turnin' in mo glowin’ hands, Railiy I can tell-yo, l darlint, there they keep some daclnt brands. .

Many an evenin’- from tho biaches did I .hear tho Thribune,fling . * Bould defiance-at the land sharks an’tho vile Plako ring.,,, ~■ • ! i ‘ Many a right wo tapp’d the’crayihur, brought from ; homo in stately ships, . ’■ An’, like mother’s milk, tho spcrrlts mellowed tongue nn’ throat an’ lips. - 0 mo Opposition collaigues; Opposition,now no more, We wor thin Provincial rebels, now we’re loyal to the core. ‘ B’etther still that we wbf fkin.' j—(Jack is not the same in placa .... As he is whin-out of office)—Comes tho Sargint wid bis mace. Cursedbo* the little jobs/that stain our counthry in her youth, Cursed bo tho two-faced dodges, putting bimkura ■ forth as thruth. •

Cursed bo.tho cunning thricksthcrs, tho • honest rule; ’ Cursed bo tho’goold that buys up ivery knavo an* .ivorytool . Well—'tis wcU that I should bluaiher!—Sure tho people’s friends we’ve proved. Manhood suffrage is tho question I—Shall wo soo that - question moved? Min mo brothers, min the workers, It’s ourselves can humbug you, ’ ’ Faix, begorra, wo can’t toll yo all that wo don’t mane to do. Jist before'division, darllnta,’ that’s tho time for . daclnt sales , If the lobby walls could spaiko, boys, falx they’d tell, ’ some purty talcs. Through 'the* House tho coaxin’ whispers promise billots snug and warm / i To tho pathriotic mirabera who will vote in proper form. ; Whin the vile abuse is scathered, an’ tho epithets are hurled . Tn the Parlimlnt o’ sham botheration o* tho world. .. ’ I to herd wid Harry Mandhers, I to bear tho woes and pains— Listening to tho Cutteh hong mows (Frinch), so fresh from Taleri’Plains. - ' ‘ • 1 Mated, too, wid Misthcr Satan .(not the gint . from sultry clime), - Listenin’ to Sir Gilbert talkin' little rayson an’ less

Thin tho Wairarapa Rabbit, running round through Talksley Hall, ;. < , < .1! . . ; ■: Pickin’ up the, crumbs about him, I can’t stand at all, !. at all. ' ‘ 1

Comes a vapor from the whiskey-shut tho door; put r ’.in-tho bolt; .I-must break to-morrow mofnin’ Holceyteekoy's green young colt. «... All mo mates—Sir George, the Markiss, ■ Shrimskl, Mac, and Billy Rowe— . Will bo waitin’, darlint; fdr mb—call me .early, I must go., r ■ , - ; Pappy Murphy.