The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 2
Special Telegram
Special Telegram.
February 20th, 1879.
Arrah, be the powers o' Moll Kelly, I've niver been so much decaived in the whole coorse o' me life, so I've not. I recayved yer tiligram tellin' me how the citizens o' Dunedin wor so much dissapointed at me not comin' down, an', begorra, I'm sorry for dissopointin' thim, so I am. The fact o' the matther is, jist as I got away from the Kay wid the' Markiss I discovered that me coort shuit was left behind, Molly havin' forgot to put it, along wid me box o' paper collars, in me carpet bag. Well, av coorse I wouldn't dhrame o' thravellin' on a State occasion widout me coort shuit, so I wouldn't; not that I've the laste taste o' pride mysilf, personally, but I like to keep up the dignity o' me office, for, faix, av I don't, none o' me other collaiges will. The Markiss thried to persuaide me to go down widout it, an' promised to lind me his second-hand swallowtail (a garmint, betchune you an' me, that's been five generations in the family o' the Phipps's), but I refused the honour, so I did, for second-hand clothes don't become me. I won't ray-cap-itulate the scene av me partin' wid the Markiss, as it would be only openin' up the flood-gates o' sorrow agin. Just as we wor shakin' hands for the last time I popped the followin' little note into his hand, an' be the hokey, it'll do him more good in Victoria thin Her Majesty's commission, so it will:—
To Sir Brien O' Loghlen, Actin' Prime-ear, &c.
February 20th, 1879.
Me Dear Brieny,—
I've grate pleasure in inthroducin' to yer notis His Ixcillincee the Markiss o' Normanbee, as dacint a boy as iver broke bread. 'Pon me conshinse, ye'll obleedge me very much be puttin' him up to a wrinkle or two in connection wid bis jewties. But, Brieny, allanah, the mane thing I want to bring undher yer notis is the fact that the Markiss has a waikness for throwin' about and squandherin' his money foolishly. Now, Brieny, ma bouchil, I want ye to keep yer eye upon him, and thry to resthrain his ixthravagint propinsities. I confide him to yer care, an' I know ye'll take care av him. Pat O' Rell brings ye another few lines from me. Be kind to Pat, an' in- throduce him into dacint society. Ye needn't be afraid av him, he's as mild as a lamb among the ladies.
Yer affectionate Cousin,
Paddy Murphy.