WE ARE CHATTER.

Wairoa Bell, Volume V, Issue 213, 1 September 1893, Page 2

WE ARE CHATTER.

[By

Paddy.]

Sure an’ it’s a sthrange’eounthry we’re livin’ in. and some quare things are happinin iviry dhay. By Gorra ! but, Hilloa Sandy, my bhoy ! an hew are ye ? Sure an it’s a moighfy long toime since I seen ye, but come insoide an’jist be after tippiu us some av yer blarney. Ah well, mon 1 I’ 1 een cam ben, an thank ye, though it’s sraa talk ye,’ll hear the noo but aboot the Oostrians an the ’lection. Now Sandy my bhoy, but it’s thiin Austrians that’s the divil’s own nuisance. By the powers if I’d me own way wid era it’s after clearin the lot av blatherin fellows out ar the couuthryfl’d be, ah that same moightv quick. Ech mon 1 but ye’er quite richt an though I dinna think we can hustle the botherin things oot o the lan yet d’yer ken oim o the opeenion that eef yer oor committee only gang the richt way aboot it we’ll.een be able t’ 11 raak the furrin chappies pay a guid roond sum as a tax for the richt to dig Arrah now thin ! by the piper o Leinsther but it’s meeself that ’ud make ’em pay moighty stiff. But till me who's the chaps as are bavin (lie bang at thim ay’ians ? Weel thin ! there jist some o’ the laddies from amang oorsel’s an richt guid anes too. But sure now, wer’nt they aftber tiffin me that the ould bhoy as that Wandlierer calls ould Monopoly was aftber stickic his ould nose inter the business. Sure the bist thing they culd do wid that ould spalpeen ’ud be ta tak him by the scruff o' the nick and pitch the ould noosance into the crake ; that ’ud put a sthop to his blatherin. By me troth ; but we bad enough av that ould humbug over the Union ; a purty miss he made av that sure. Aye Mom 1 but it waur an awful peety that he'd onytliing till do wi it, but do ye no ken that he’s ecu ft poontree-ma'n o yourn ? A eounthryman is it yer afther callin ini ? Ocli by '4° troth ! but if tbayre wpr mony av the loikes av' tm in ould Ireland it’s aftber bhustin the dear puld counthry ’ud be from indignation. OounthrytUctD indade ! Oeh jist hear the mon ! Now till me Sandy my bochul ! d yet' think the ould curmudgeon ’ll have the imperlinince ter sthand this toime ?

Na, na, mon 1 no fur oor aiti drestrict, put fur anither, aye mon, fur anither. An sure which moigbt that be? Idinnaken mon, I’ve no heerd for certain yet, but ye may een be wull sure that he’ll no go bin for though he’s no bad at the clackin the guid folk now wull ken he’s clackin is a parcel o’ lees. But though he’s no staiiin fur oor dec-strict liissel, I’m een telt that the waddlin bairn wull cam furrard

The waddlin bairn! who the d is the wad dlin bairn ?

Och by daiiit Paither 1 but that’s the gos soon the Wandlierer calls the chimb.

Chirub indade 1 a purty chimb that chap By the powers av Moll Keely if my dhear ould mitber had bore wan loike him she’d have pinched his throthle for avin the impertinince to be born an bring disgrayce on the rist av the familee. Sure now but I gave the ould Wandlierer cridit fur more siuse than ter call sich a whaddlin bairn a chirub.

All weel ! chi rub or no chirub, X m eon felt lie’s goin toll start an that he’ll eon expict the grnrjdiggers’ vote.. : 'libin by toy trothbut he’ll not git moine. •But-phats.the. TfAißbi Beil r-otter say aboot it ? Na much yet, it’s jist axin some ither person to pull his ither lig. By bad : ! but it’s meeself they’d better be afther gi via the job .to for d-^ a lig he’d have lift if I got at im. That be rieht Paddy lad let tin nnvc’fcHilloa Pick my bhoy ! an how is it wid yee ? Squat down. Arrah now ! but it's a great yarn me and Sandy's been avin. all aboot thirn Austurians, an aylians, an ’lections. Aye lad but I tell yer them alien chaps aint no good, an the sooner we get’s the goviment ter put a good stiff tax on ’em the better it’ll be fur us Britishers.;, cos yer see as how it ain't right as them furriners should be erlowed to dig the same as us chaps. An phat's the bhoys doing about it at all? Well lad oi thinks as how it’ll be richt now, but I were a bit frightened o’ it at fust, fur d’yer see as how that there ould un as was the means o‘ puttin the set on our Union, he jist started by shovin bis nose in where it weren't wanted, an tried ard ter make it a lectioneering dodge, but yer see as how the bhoys sat upon un, they've made up their moinds as they wont ave no political tricks this ere time, but'll go straight fur the goviment an try an get a good big tax put on all them furrin beggars, seein as how they aint no good in the country. Arrah ! now, but that's splindid though moind yees cim agin the govimint. Ah wall ! if the laddies jist een keep tnli the ain thing they'll cam oot alrieht, but if they get a mixin up wi they 00l political elackers they'll spoil all the pavritch. Aye but. the lads know what they be ud ter this toinie ami'll nob be led by the nose, they're goin ter foight it fair and square sin'll get ter best o' it. Now thin Sandy my bhoy, jist till me—Na, 11a, Paddy, na mair clackin the nicht. Ave some scraping ter dae, so must een be wishing ye guid nicht an will een cam an hae a wee talk wi ye anither nicht. Now by Saint Paither !.. that remoinds me oive some scratching too, but moind ye dom’t forgit to come along agin. "Will good noighl, Sandy ! good noight Pick my bhoy 1 an may the Saints attind yees.