SPECIAL IPISTOL

Temuka Leader, Issue 332, 23 December 1880, Page 2

SPECIAL IPISTOL

Lambton Kay.. Wellington, Dec. 6th, 1880. '

I ixpictthat your read hers is kickin’ up the devil’s own row, bekays I haven’t rote for some time. I promised to give ye a full report o’ the recipshun given to Sir Arthur at Auckland an’ Willinton, but, be the I can’t .do f it, -so ,1 can’t : ? bekays 1 had to lind me Coort shuit to Johnny Hall an’ av coorse T couldn’t ' appear'‘before'viceroyalty in dishabille (Frinch), Sir Arthur has sint me two or three invitations to dine wid him at Govermint House, but one o’ the youngest childher is laid up wid a touch o’ the chin—koff, and Molly can’t spare me from homo, so she. can’t. Av coorse ye’ve heard o’ the shameful manner that Russell, an Jackson, an’ the rest o’ the Auckland judges, thraited Misther Hurst’s prize pig BerlieSaverna. They cancelled the prize the poor baist won, bekays some one had pincilled his eyebrows, an’ painted his. cheeks, an curled his tail. Whin I was up in Auckland, Misther Hurst gave me a most affectin’ account o’ the mane procadins o’ the judges : an’ at his special request I’ve iaibodied the ivint in a few verses av immortal song ■ — MISTHER HURST’S PIG.

Och, tundher-an-turfs, boys, me mind is onaisy, . 5 I claim from Parnassuss, the aid o the Niue, For faix, boys mavrone, sure T’m nearly gone crazy, Tne blackguards have painted me beautiful swine; They pincilled his eyebrows. an’ coloured his muzzle, He wint to the show in a new-fashioned rig, Why, even to know him, his fnnds lie would puzzle, The judges all stared at me beautiful pig*

The facts o’ the case is, me Bertie was blinkin’; Bekaysthe poor brute got some green in his eye, So Billy, the pig-boy, to keep him from winkin’, dist pasted a little blacklead on the stye; The kind craychure’s nose he touched up with Vermillion, An’ curl’d his tail up to make him look big; Thin sthraik’d the poor baist like a panther —the viilion; Disthroyin* the luk o’ me beautiful Pig-

The judges, av coorse, when they look’d at the porter, Saw nachure adorn’d all bristlin’ through sirt Says Eussell to Jackson, “ Begog, that’s a corker, Such pig’s-cheek’s enough for to sadden one’s heart! We’ll taich Misther Hur»t that he cannot decaive us, To chait us like this is the work av a prig; Bekays he’s a Mimber he thinks he can braye us. We’re not to be gull’d be his illigant pig” They cancell’d the prize that he won so gintailly, An’ Bertie got sulky—he can t stand a snub; From mornin’ till night sure he s xrettin, an’ railly ' The sorrowful baist will not luk at bis grub. The orachure keeps gruntin’ in sad desolation, . His honour is wounded —I don t care a fig, Unless whin the House meets I gets compensation ■ For Bertie’s disgrace, faix i’ll die for me pig.

1 love him, bedad, wid the greatest affection, Sicb a gentleman porker I never met before, Although in the House there’s achance for inspection. Of many a hog’s-head an’ many a bore ; But Bertie was thrain’d in an illigant college. I taught him to dance, too, the xtatcatcher’s jig, „ . „ , His tail’s full o’ fun an’ hxs head s full o knowledge— Begorra I love him, me beautiful pig. PADDY MURPHY. —Saturday Advertiser.