Irish liberty! We hain't seen nothin BUT a Blow, so far--it's bin
all blow, and the blowers in New York won't git out of Bellusses as
long as our Irish frens in the rooral districks send 'em money.

"Let the Green float above the red, if that'll make it feel any
better, but don't you be the Green. Don't never go into anything
till you know whereabouts you're goin to.

"This is a very good country here where you are. You Irish hav
enjoyed our boons, held your share in our offices, and you certainly
have done your share of our votin. Then why this hulla-balloo about
freein Ireland? You do your frens in Ireland a great injoory, too;
because they b'lieve you're comin sure enuff, and they fly off the
handle and git into jail. My Irish frens, ponder these things a
little. 'Zamine 'em closely, and above all find out where the
pusses go to."

I sot down. There was no applaws, but they listened to me kindly.
They know'd I was honest, however wrong I might be; and they know'd
too, that there was no peple on arth whose generosity and gallantry
I had a higher respect for than the Irish, excep when they fly off
the handle. So, my feller citizens, let me toot my horn.

But Squire Thaxter put his hand onto my hed and said, in a mournful
tone of vois, "Mr. Ward, your mind is failin. Your intellect
totters! You are only about sixty years of age, yet you will soon
be a drivelin dotard, and hav no control over yourself."

"I have no control over my arms now," I replied, drivin my elbows
suddenly into the Squire's stomack, which caused that corpulent