Vice-Regal.

Thames Star, Volume XIV, Issue 4384, 22 January 1883, Page 2

Vice-Regal.

(By Telkgkam)

Guvermiofc Buildings. Wullinton Sunda'

In obaydyince to yer commands I put myself in commission, an' found meself wance more in the Impoire City, an" faith whin I arrived ther' was ould Wittycur, me frind Rollystone, an' Johnny Bryce, wid his perpetyouill shcowl, all having a whiskey an' ginger ale in wid that ould bear Moeller at the Accidental. They were waitin' for the signal on Mount Victoria to say that the new Governor was in sight. Me heart lept whin I was tould that a gun announced the appearance ay his Excellency. How the divil a gun could sbpake bothered me. About twelve o'clock at night I thravelled down the Queen's wharf, an' I was the first to pop me tut on board of the Whack-a-tip. Faith, I bate ould Witty-cur be a short nose. Whin I got down to the cabin, who should poke his head out, an' with a nighUcap on too, but me bould Misther Jarvoy, as some ay thim blue bloods call him. "The top ar the mornin' teye,"

sez I (yell persaive if, was fire minutes pasht twelve). " Arrah, is that" you, Shaun," sez His Governorship. "The dml a wan else," sez I, tbryin', ar ooorse, to be particular wid the big man. "An so," I wint on, "yev come to take up the runnin' ar the vice-raygal business." "Yes, Shaan," says the boold Kernnll. (Poor old Wittycur was scratchiu' hia head an' pulling down his paper cuffs, and coughing all the time, but I wouldn't let him get in a word at all.) " Hould an there Shaun, now that yev got me up, wait till I put an me — ." "At coorse, put them

an, I said. " Shteward, are ye in bed," sez the Governor, "Faith its cowld enough for a dhropar the crayther." Here the Praymare broke in. "Mistber Jervoys," sez he. "Vis, me man," replied His Excellency, "I'll attend to ye presintly, me frind. Shaun here an' myself are engaged for a minit." Well,, then Mr Wittyour sat down, an' blew his nose, an' twiddled his thumbs until I was done wid the Gorer nor ana dhrop ay Johnny Walker; "an* promisin' to breakfast wid him, and lam a few private communications he had resaved from Her Majisty, I lift him an boord. He tould me the nekshfc mornm' that the Praymare tould him that Fisher the Mare said he was not to go asbure until two o'clock in the afthernoon. I wint down wid me eyes an' ears open, and I tuk Fisher ah' jack Maginnity, an ould Allen, an wan or two more at the Counsellors, an I intherduced them to me frind the kernel. Ay Coorse the Town Clark and the City Surveyor wor there wid their spectacles, an many% the spectacle which praysinted itself- that day. There were tbryumphool arches an' a band, an the frindly societies, an ther ribbons an show, and the mare read an addhress.and Jervois resbponded and they dhrove at a funeral pace to Gorernment House, an onld Prindergast administhered the oath —without sugar—to Sir William, and thin it was all over. It was after that, in his own little room that the Governor whishpered, " Shaun, it's a divil uv a nusance this changin' billets, an' ay they didn't give me a rise in schrew, the divil a fut would I have come here at all. Be the way," he continyed, " Row did ye get on wid Gordon ? " " Well," sez I (aT coorse me natcheral modesty came to the fore), " I got along very well whin the ould boy hadn't got a billiousattack, or whin Mrs Gordon hadn't told him that the pile of empty cider bottles at the back was getting too large." "Faith," sez be, "ay the notice thim things I'll git all me liquor in bulk, and divil a bottle they'll see at all, at all." " Mind," sez I, in a cautionary kind ar way, "Don't take so much acid as me frind Gordon did. Faith, he wasdhrinkin' cidher from mornin' till night." " ISTerer fare," sez he, "I'll sthick to the blend, an' I couldn't get away from him until I promished to give him a night or two durin' the week. I'll send ye a pome in a day or two. —Yours, vice-raygally,

Shattn the Post.