IRISH DROLLERY.

New Zealand Tablet, 2 March 1877, Page 7

IRISH DROLLERY.

An amusing story of the late Dames Barrington is related as follows :— Having to appear for a plaintiff, in a cisc in Clonmel, he let into the defendant in unmeasured terms. The individual inveighed against, not being present, only heard of the invectives. After KuTuigtou, however, \v,ul got back into Dublin, the defendant, a lipperary man, named Foley, lost no time in payiug his compliments to the counsel. He rode all day and ni,'hfc, aul, covered with sleet, arrived before Barringfon's residence in Harcourt-street, L>ublin. lhrowing the bridle of his smoking horse over the rail, ing of the area, he announced his arrival by a thundering knock at the door. Bairington's valet answered the summons, and, opening the street door, beheld the apparition of the rou^h-co.ited Tipperary nre-eater, with a large stick under his arm, and the sleefc sticking to his bushy whiskers. "Is your master up?" demanded the visitor, in a voice that gave some intimation of the objecb of his journsy. " No," answered the man. " Tuen give him my compliments, and say Mr. Foley— he'll know the name— will be glad to see him." The valet wont upstairs and told his m ister. who was m bed, the purport of his visit. " Then don'b let Mr. F^ley in for your life," said Harrington, " for it is not a hare or a brace of i i j as colnc lo P lt<sent lUC with." The man was leaving the bedroom, when a rough, wet coat pushed by him, while a thick voice said, " By your leave," and at the same time Mr. Foley entered the bedroom. " You know my business, sir," said he to liamngton ; •• 1 have made it. a journey to teach you manners, and it snot my purpose to return until I have broken every bone in. your body," and, at tho same time, he cut a figure of eight with his shillelah before the cheval glass. " You do not mean to say you would murder me in bed." exclaimed Dames, who had as much honor as cool courage. •• No," replied the other, " but; get up as soon as you can." "Yes," replied Dames, " that you might fell me the moment; I put myself out of the blankets " " No," replied the other, " I pledjjo you my word not to touch you till you are °tt " " i ' ou won>t? " "No." "Upon your honor?" " Upon my honor." " That is enough," said Dames, turnm* over and making himself comfortable, and seeming as though he meant to fall asleep, " I have the honor of an Irish gentleman, and iniy rest as safe as though I were under the castle jruard." The lipperary salamander looked marvellously astonished at the pretended sleeper, but soon Dames began to snoro. " Halloa, ' said Mr. Foley, •• aren't you going to get up?" "No," said Dames, " vi Ye Uje wonl of an Inslx S entll!ma - n that ue will not strike me m bed, and I am sure I am not going to get up to have my bone 3 broken. I will never get up again. In the meantime, Mr. Foley, it you should want your breakfast, ring the bell ; the best in the house is at your service. The morning paper will bo here presently, but b« sure and air it before reading, for there is nothin" ironi which a man so quickly catches cold as reading a damp journal, and Dames affected to go to sleep. The Tip had fun in him as well as ferocity, ho could not resist the cunuiug of tho counsel. "Get up, Mr. Barrington, for in bed or out of bed, I have not the pluck to hurt so droll a heart." The result was, that in less than a hour afterwards Dames and his intended chasLisoi* were sitting dywn to a warm breakfast, tho latter only intent upon assaulting a dish of smoking chops.

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