PRIZE ESSAY ON IRISHMEN.

Temuka Leader, Issue 905, 17 January 1882, Page 3

PRIZE ESSAY ON IRISHMEN.

By Ooe Own Printer’s Devil. (From the Town and Country Journal.) Irishmen is a great people. They says Bedad, Begorra, Bejabers. Batheholypoker. Bemesowl, and lots o’ other Bs. Irishmen wearlarge shirts. Sometimes an Irishman’s shirt may be will' developed about the collar, and very scarce about the tail. Which the Irishwoman named Biddy, she said, says she, “Pat, me bhoy, in connection wi’ that same shirt there s something less than meet the naked eye.

A Irishman he says, to me, says he, “ Will ye thread on the tail av me coat 1” Which I threaded on the tail av his coat, and I knocked the crown out av his hat-; and he shouts, “ Bedad, an’ if ye do that twice ye won’t do it a second time.” An the Irishman he runs away to the wars* which we shan’t see him again until he returns covered wi’ glory, and wanting some ould woman to lend him the loan of her gridiron-

Irish servants is very perlite. A Irish master he says, “ Pat‘ ye know, this won’t do ; Phil M’Carthy he tell me as you was drunk yesterday,” “ He’s a liar sorr.” ‘ But, Pat, I saw ye tneself with me own eves.” “An you’re a liar, too, sor.” Which the master, he bein’ also perlite, he says, “ Hurroo !’’ and knocks Pat down as flat as a flounder.

Our master he says one day, “ Thank goodness I have known one good Irishman in my time.” And we all with one voice, shouted, lt Where is he master ?’ seeing as how we wanted to see this rarey avis. Which master he answered and said, while a tear bedimmed his halfdrunken eye, “He are dead, my good men ;he are dead. Go and do likewise.”