A LIVELY NIGHT.

Patea Mail, Volume II, Issue 113, 10 May 1876, Page 2

A LIVELY NIGHT.

Once upon a time, says Charles Lever, the tenants on an estate in Kerry assembled to meet the worthy English baronet,who had purchased the property, and who, with his agent, watched eagerly for some result of the many “ improvements” which, at great, cost, he had endeavoured to introduce to the wild and untutored peasants of the district. The agent presents the tenants to the worthy innovator, who inquires , into the condition of the grumbling and dissatisfied recipients of his favors.At length, on a tenant presenting himself whom the agent fails to recognise, the baronet turns to the figure before him, which, with face and head swollen out of all proportion, and showing distorted features and fiery eyes through the folds of a cotton handkerchief, awaits his address in sullen silence, “ Who are you, my

good man? What has happened to you 7” “ Faix an’ it’s well ye may ax; me own mother wouldn’t know me this blessed morning ; ’tis all your own doin entirely.” “My doing !” replies the astonished landlord. “ What can 1 have to do with the state yon are in, ; my good man?” “Yes it is your doin’” answered tho enraged proprietor ot the swollen head ; “’tis all yonr doin, and well ye may be proud ot it. Iwas thim blessed bees ye gev me. We brought the devils into the house lust nigbt, an’ where did we put them but in tho pig’s corner. Well, after Watty an tho children an’ myself was a while in bed, the pig goes routin’ about the house and he wasn’t aisy till he hooked his hose into the hive, an’ spilt the bees out upon the flnro ; and thin when X got out of the bed to let out the pig that was a roaring through the house, the bees. settled on mo, and began stingin’ mo, an’ I jumped into bed agin wid the whole of thim after me into Katty an’ the children ; an’ thin what wid the bees a-bnzzih ? and a-stingin’ us under tho clothes, out we jumped agin’ an’ the devil such a night was spint in Ireland as was spint last night. What wid Katty an’ tho children a-roarin’ an abawlin’ and the pig tarin’ up an’ down liko/nad, an’ Katty wid the besom, an’ myself wid the fryn’pan flattenin’ the bees agin the wall till mprnin’—begor, ’tis ashamed of yorsclf ye ought to be? ”