Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, September 18, 1841 by Various
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could have been gathered from his expressed wishes.
"If, Jack, it comes to that, why, as human nature is weak--excuse what I may feel compelled to do; but for the present pray oblige me by keeping your seat and the peace; or, if you must move and fidget about, go and make that pugnacious Tim Carroll as decent as you can." "I'll be advised by you, Dick; but look out!" So saying, the stalwart young officer bustled his way to the uproarious Tim. It was well he did so, or bloodshed must have ensued, as at that moment a tall and powerful man, brother-in-law to the bride, lifted his stick, and after giving it the customary twirl aimed a point-blank blow at the head of the ill-omened parson. The bound of an antelope brought the girl to the spot; her small hand averted the direction of the deadly weapon, and before the action had been perceived by any present, or the attempt could be resumed, she dropped a curtesy to the assailant, and in a loud voice, with an affected laugh, exclaimed-- "You, if you plaise, sir;" and, turning quickly to the fiddler, continued: "Any tune you like, Mr. Murphy, sir; but, good luck to you, be quick, or we won't have a dance to-night!" "Clear the floor!--a dance! a dance!" shouted every one. In a few seconds the angry scowl had passed from the flushed cheeks of Dan Sheeny, and there he was, toe and heeling, double shuffling, and cutting it over the buckle, to the admiration of all beholders. The bride was seated near the stranger--he perceived this, and suddenly quitting his place, danced up to her, and nodding, as he stopped for a moment, invited |
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