The speeches was red hot agin England, and hir iron heel, and it was
resolved to free Ireland at onct. But it was much desirable before
freein her that a large quantity of funds should be raised. And,
like the gen'rous souls as they was, funs was lib'rally
contribooted. Then arose a excitin discussion as to which head
center they should send 'em to--O'Mahony or McRoberts. There was
grate excitement over this, but it was finally resolved to send half
to one and half to 'tother.

Then Mr. Finnigan rose and said, "We have here to-night sum citizens
of American birth, whom we should be glad to hear. It would fill
our harts with speechless joy to hear from a man whose name towers
high in the zoological and wax-figger world--from whose pearly
lips--

Says I, "Go slow, Finny, go slow."

"We wish to hear," continued Mr. Finnigan, moderatin his stile
summut, "from our townsman, Mr. Ward."

I beg'd to be declined, but it wan't no use. I rose amid a perfeck
uproar of applause.

I said we had convened there in a meetin, as I understood it, or
rather in a body, as it were, in reference to Ireland. If I knew my
own hart, every one of us there, both grate and small had an impulse
flowin in his boosum, "and consequentially," I added, we "will stick
to it similar and in accordance therewith, as long as a spark of
manhood, or the peple at large. That's the kind of man I be!"