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Show AN IRISH WITTICISM. We have heard a good story of a late Justice of the Peace of West Troy, who was noted for sharp sayings. It is so characteristic of the man that we will give it to our readers, [unreadable] rude expression. The justice and a friend had driven up to a picnic at Powers' Grove some years ago, and had hitched the horse under the shed. When they were ready to leave, their horse was gone, and nobody could tell them anything about it. The justice was in a rage, supposing the horse had been stolen, and he indulged in some pretty strong language. Presently the justice saw the lamented Father Kaveny (who, by the way, was buried just one year ago to-day) coming upon the ground, and joyfully hailed him, for Father Kaveny was loved by everybody who knew him. The justice introduced his friend to the priest, and they were having a pleasant chat, when all at once Father Kaveny remembered that he had an apology to make, so he began as follows: "Justice -, I wanted to go down to Troy to get some more confectionery. I found a horse out here and somebody said it was yours. I knew you wouldn't care, so I took him and went to Troy and have just returned." A merry twinkle came into the justice's eyes as he remarked. "So it was you took my horse, father, and here I have been getting angry at somebody who I supposed had stolen it. It's all right, Father Kaveny. You might take my horse and drive to h-l with it and I wouldn't care." The good priest frowned at the profanity, but could not refuse a smile at the wit, and the justice made his escape before he could hear a reproof. -Troy Press. |