A CRUEL PITY.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume VIII, Issue 2227, 23 February 1886, Page 2

A CRUEL PITY.

" Last month, G.oneral Sampson Dove married Mjiss. Jemima Did you <' Never," J said. "Woll, that's a cruel pity, For you would have seen a peeler, I tell you-a real corn-fed gal, and no mistake. Just what Evo was when she walked about the garden, and angels came to Ree her, and weren't so thin and vapory, like sunbeams. Well, they fust went' to Killamey on a wedding ' tower,' and after tliev M stared at the lovely place till they lst their eyes, they came down hero to see, the groves of Blarney, and what ngt.' Well, the ginoral didn't know that they wore only just married,, for the peop)e. always, run 'to 'their- windersi , and cfoojtß, to, look at a bride, as if she was i I. a bird that \vaa only seen once in a hun- -■ dred years, It's onconvenient, that's a r fact, and it makos a sensitive, delicateminded gal feel as awkward as a wron? boot, So says the gineral to Pat, 'Pat,' says he,' don't go now and tell folks wo are only just, married; lie now, and keep dark, -will you ? that's a goud fellow.' 'Bedat), niver fear, yer, honor; divils much they'll git out of me, I can tell you. Let me alone for that; I can seep a secret as well as any priest in Ireland.' Well for all that they did stare in a way that' was a caution to owls-; and well they might too, for it aint often they saw such a gal as Miss Jemima, I cai) iell you,;! though the Irish gals war'nt; ljehuid'the! door when beauty out—that's' a. ifacj, it latino, gineral see something ;n the. wind', above common for the ' folks looked amazed in the house, and they didn't seemed half pleased eitjjk So says he, ono day. 'Pat,' says h,Wi. hope you did not tell thorn that we woro only just married, did you 1' ' Tell them ye were just married is it, yer honor ?' said ho; 'let me alonofor that! They! were mighty inquisitive about it, and especially the master: he wanted to know all about it entirely. ' Married is it ?' say I;'' why they ain't married at all, at all; * thodivila parson ever said grace over them! But I'll tell you what-for I was determined it was little truth that he'd get out of me—l'll tell you what,' says I, 'if you won't repeat it to nobody, tIW are goin'to bo rnarried, ifjlpu't a, fortnight, foj' } heard them say so this blessed day, with my own ears.' If the gjnoral waa'nt raving, hopping mad, it aiu't no matter. In half an hour he and his wife were on bqard the steamer for England, and Pat is in bed hero yet from the licking he got," " . .'