A LETTER FROM PATDELANEY,
In Sydney, New South Wales, to his friend and countryman, .Tim O'Donoughoo, in Bally Nabocklish \cbnvaniant to Cashel, Country of Tipperary, Ireland:— Dear Tim, Aa I promised to let yez all know How mattheij in these foreign parts wid us go, Accbrdihto promise: I made,'my idear friend, bit of-a letther.l home to yez send. You know I was always considhered a poet; And by the samd token this letther will show it. My verse it is flowing-=-alrhough to be shure 1 don't write quite as well as our couritlirymari Moore. Our passage was long, the weather was rough, The.vessel "was-lea%j the meat saltand tough. When we.entered this harbour, to add to our spleen, We;wereikeptfor;a fortnight in close quarantine. '.--■ This Sydney's a'fine town—the Governor here ile lives in an illig&nfc palace, Tim dear * . You know he's the gbieral that, bould as a lion,, £ept hould in Van Diemen's Land of Smith O'Brien. They'regoin to build here a mighty grate c011ege,...,.' Where catholic-boys will get larnin and k^wledge; 'Twill 1 stand in the middle of fine verdant grounds; And cost, only think, Forty Thousand good Pounds. 'Coijviniant to Sydney an island lies too, .■', , A nate little spot that they call,'.' Cockatoo," Where lads are assimbled of every nation To spend plisant days uridher strict regulation, Faix ''tis a quare counthry—things are here cpnthrarey, *:.'." ?dite different from all the ways in Tipperary. he jpigs 1 see here are the. most curious cray thurs; 1 hear tell they are like "the Chinese in their fay thurs. The wiiither is hot, the.summer is could; And. the. swans aire as black as a sheep, I am tould. feut, the thing of all things that makes me cut capers Isrej.dih the "Wants " iri the grate Sydney papers. Snurei iiothiu goes down here—l'll book to my state- .., .-.ment— ~- - ■ :; But Protestant manners and Protestant thratement. 'Tis '(Wanted a man to look afther a horse ■ , A'Protestaht groom as a ttiatther of course." " Wanted a competent draper's assistant; Somali Popish : measures must keep himself distant."-. "Wahte^.a person to wait upon ladies, . A thorough (dressmaker,".. • This condition _pade iss— " Shelmust be a Protestant. (Save us from harm!!) Apply1 soon to Mrs. D. Thomson at Barhaih." " Wanted a laundress—and paid wages high. None but-a Protestant need here apply." _. " Wanted a dry "nurse, of dacerit connection; Tolirishi and Catholics greatest objection." *' Waited^ wet'nurse, of temper quite mild, To nurse, a-young three.weeks' ould Protestant child. She.must be a Protestant." Catholic suck . , .- Would make the child ugly, and bring it bad luck: And when they fall sick they will only, Tim jewel, Take Protestant nagus, pills, jallap,.and gruel. And Lraally; believe the -fine Protestant ladies By T and-bye,they ; will only ate Protestant .praties; An<f if,, they go on the whole length of their rope, Thigum, Tim, they'll be waiiitin a Protestant Pope. MushaV think! the poor colleen from Ireland's green >• .. ..isle,".";."" .'•'-;'. Widher.innocent heart, and her sweet, purty smile, , When onlahdih she tries to find out soon a.place, , The. high Protestant folk cast her creed in her face; And swears black and blue, in thrue orthodox taste, "That ho Irish girl is industrious or chaste. - By the.grate- Jloek,of. Cashel, and that is noswearin, Mylblood.boils to hear how they.speak against Erin. If-we-had the defamers in sweet County Tip, 'Tis to "Ballihafad" they should jump, hop, and .. .skip.! -~;..- .-■•.. Tell NorahM'Grath if she comes here she'd betther Bring cue to the Protestant Bishop a letther; Or else, by the powers, out of joint is her nose, As'far as the Protestant intherest goes. I can't undhurstand, into Protestant shops How a.Catholic customer cash in hand drops ,* For to me it does seem.surprisingly funny To sec Protestants-handling vile Catholic money. You'll hear from me, plaize God, before next ■: -Patrick's; day Again, wheul'li more about this counthry say. - Fond remembrance tp. friends and relations athome, Far from these and dear Erin, alas! must I roam; Love to Norah M'Grath arid ould uncle Blaney: Soj at present, no more from your friend, PATDELANEY.
A LETTER FROM PATDELANEY,
Colonist, Issue 24, 12 January 1858, Page 4
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