Correspondence.

Thames Star, Volume XII, Issue 3971, 20 September 1881, Page 3

Correspondence.

(To the Editor of tho Evening ctab.)

Sib,—l send you the following copy of a letter sent Home by the out-going mail, which you may publish if you have space:— "To my Cuzin in Ameryka. "Irishtown, Sept. 10th, 1881. " Dear Pat, —There's great work entiraly goin on here since the Hud : all our iminint Injuneres are takin levels and dovoising manes for gettin rid of the Govirnment money. Your ould frind, Tom, as you worked for on the other side, is boss of the Boro here, and is makin rapid progres in trigonomothry. Begorra, he can adjust his insthrument splindidly; and thin I beleive he can see more than any of thim, bekase, Tom puts his eye to the big end of tho teliscop, and waves his hands right and left to the boy with the ' painted staff, that you'd imagin he cud see round a corner. However, Mr Dane (the boro spaker) won't rigister the per- j minint levels untill Tom runs his mistic insthrunjint over the sthreets, to check the others, so that he can sware by thim. Now, Pat, betune you and I, the Craft has somthin to do with Tom's thodelit: you know what I mane. I will try and git a foto the nixt time I see him opiratin, and sind it to you. Och, Pat, wudint I like you were here agin when the elections comes of; it wud rimind me of ould Ireland, to see us once more put our loved green flag on the ould court house in Shortland, but I'm afraid our glory has departed for evir from here since Kenerick wont do what Mack wants., as his ould frind did. Poor Mack's gone South, but he's still engaged in the good work, the frutes of which will soon cum to light. I will thry and keep you posted in our local matters untill after the elections. Bimimber me to Father Fagan and all the boys.—Yours till death, v " Young Babney."