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played me an hour and ran down the man, Give a song, Ned; give us Big Chain. Then I killed another, and Whisky in the Jug. That's a song fished on until neither I nor the fish that has made more highwaymen than could see the ily. So you see I am be- all the stories about Dick Turpin.” lated and hungry.”

Ned cleared his throat, and asking us We soon had the potatoes boiling, the to join in the chorus, sang in a full, tea-kettle sputtering, and a salmon steak musical voice : between the wires of the broiler before the fire. While Peter was getting sup

WHISKY IN THE JUG. per ready, the other boys were bringing

I am a roving fellow, that never could be daunted, up Nick's luggage, and returning with Sometimes I had money, and sometimes it I wanted; their last load, Ned Veno laid before us But roving for pleasure it always was my folly, three handsome salmon, weighing re

Til I fell in love with you, my charming Molly.

Musha whack fa rowdy dow, spectively eleven, fourteen, and eighteen

Whack row for raddy 0. pounds; it was the largest fish that had

There's whisky in the jug. gone over the Big Chain. On his way

As I walked out one morning down by the Wickup Nick spent a few days with Mr. low Mountain, Spurr, who had exchanged stations

I met with Colonel Pepper, and his money he

was counting. with me, going down to Pabineau on

First I drew my broadsword, and then I drew the day I came up to Grand Falls. my weeper, They both had good sport at Pabineau,

Stand and deliver, for I am the bould deceiver.

Musha whack fa rowdy dow, &c. as the easterly winds and the freshet had brought in a new school of salmon, I got a handsome penny, and I put it in my pocket; and with them a great many grilso.

I put it in my pocket, and I took it home to Molly.

I tould how I got it, and she swore she'd ne'er The water had fallen sufficiently to put decave me; the Flat Rock Pool in splendid condi- But the Deevel in the weemen, for thoy niver can tion. It was full of fish, and one morn

be aisy.

Musha whack fa rowdy dow, &c. ing there, before noon, Nick killed nineteen salmon and grilso.

I went to Molly's chamber all for to take a slumber, “Cork or Denville ?” asked Nick,

All for to take a slumber. I thought that no harm;

But she drew my loaded pistols, and she filled them when we had finished our pipes after

up with water, supper. “I am as thirsty as a sirocco. And prisoner I was taken like a lamb led to Cork,” he continued, “is the king of


Musha whack fa rowdy cow, &c. all whiskies. I know the old caubeen on the River Lee, where it made, and 'Twas early in the morning, between six and siver, Cork it shall be. Stir up the fire, Peter,

I found I was surrounded by the bould Captain

Irvin. and let us hear the music of the kettle, I flew to my pistols, and I found I was mistaken, and then bring us the 'groceries.!” For they were filled with water, and pris'ner I was

taken. Nick's men-Ned and Francis Veno

Musha whack fil rowdy dow, &c. -had a tough time of it pushing up in the drizzling rain; so he ordered one I have three brothers, and they are in the army;

There two of them at Cork and the other at of them to get a bottle of whisky from

Killarney. out of the straw-packed box to warm And if I had them with me, I would be both gay the “inner man” of all of our five re

and jolly,

For I'd rather have them here with me than you tainers. We had a jolly time that even

false-hearted Molly. ing; I recounted my adventures with

Musha whack fa rowdy dow, &c. the poachers; Bruno and Roma told

They took me to the kitchen, when the roll was the same story to the new-comers, not

a-calling, forgetting, of course, to give due im- And then into a room where the turnkey was portance to the “Captain's cussing."


With my metal ball I knocked the sentry down, As the evening wore away, and the

And made my escape to sweet Philip's town. whisky had its wonted influence, bear

"Möshy wiluk fii rowdy low, &c. stories and other stories were told all

o Willie, dentest vile, you are a ml'auš solajer, around. At length Nick called to his You carry your firolock all on your left shoulder.

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O Captain, indeed, you're a terrible man,
To put such a dangerous thing in my hand.
O give me a straw-een, and help me to tic her,
For I think she's the divil, see how she spits fire.

Sing Teddy I-a, &c.

And if you meet a gintleman, you'll surely make

him tremble; With your whustle to your mouth, your party you'll assemble,

Wusha whack fa rowdy dow, &o. I had heard Ned sing this song frequently. Although a provincial Frenchman, he had picked up & good many Irish songs in the winter in timber camps, and rendered them with true Milesian brogue. He sang another of his favorites, observing before he commenced, “Big Irishman was going to whip me once for singing this song." It is called,

The next thing they gave me it was a gray horse,
With saddle and bridle-my two legs across.
I gave to my steed a touch of the steel,
By the great Gramagrec, I am off to the field.

Sing Teddy I-a, &c.
I am off to the battle of Bally na Ilinch,
Where the fire was so thick there was no room to

flinch, Where the smoke was so thick and the fire was 80

hot, Sure myself wouldu't shoot for fear I'd get shot.

Sing Teddy I-a, &c.


Up steps a Captain, a man of great fame,
Says he, “Tell your nation, your fam'ly, your

name," Sore I told you before, and I tell again, That my father and mother were both Irishmen.

Sing Teddy I-a, &c.

It is nine years ago since I digged the land,
With my brogues on my feet and my spade in my

And I said to myself, it's a pity to see
Such a broth of a boy digging turf on the lea

Sing Teddy I-a,
Its whack for my loura),
Sing Toddy I-a.

There was a big ship, and was bound for the cast,
So I gathered my duds, I slyly made haste.
I served nine years--thank God it's not ten-
And I'll back to ould Ireland dig praties again,

Sing Teddy I-a,
Its whack for my loural,
Sing Teddy I-a.

So I buttered my brogues and I shook hand wid

my spade, To the town I did go like a dashing young blado. I met with a sergeant, I ax'd for to list, * By the great Gramasco give us hould of your fist.

Sing Teddy I-a, &c.

The first place they sent me 'twas on to the sea,
On board of a ship that they called " man-o'-wee."
Three sticks in the middle all covered with shects,
And she walked through the water widout any

Sing Tcddy I-a, &c.

The first thing they give me it was a red coat,
Wid a stiff piece of ledder to stick under riy throat.
The next thing they give me, I ax'd what was that,
And sure it's a cock-cade to stick in your hnt.

Sing Teddy I.a, &c.
The next thing they give me it was a great gun,
Right under the trigger I placed my right thumb.
First it made fire and then it made smoke,
And it give to my shouldther the divil's own poke.

Sing Teddy I-a, &c.

Certain old songs come down to us only by tradition, and are mostly confirmed to a certain class. I think it quite likely that “ Whisky in the Jug" was never printed. I have never seen the “ Irish Recruit” in print. I have introduced them here as curiosities to cultivated musicians. I wrote them both down as Ned Veno sung them to me on the river a day or two after the evening just mentioned. Nick and I have sung them since with our legs under his mahogany. Nick sang the “Cruiskeen Lawn," and then we turned in on our buffalo-robes, thrown over the fragrant fir-sprigs.

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In the modest apartments at the cor- tion of telegrams from all points, and ner of Broadway and Liberty-street, up of marine intelligence in New York seventy-eight stairs, actual count, one harbor. All other fields of journalism will find at almost any hour of the day are left to individual enterprise, and for or night a dozen of men writing away any other than these two objects there as though for dear life. They do not is no Associated Press. These papers write with pens and pencils, and on are the Tribune, the Times, the Herald, ordinary paper, as ordinary men do, but the World, the Sun, the Journal of Comwith styles made of carnelian and agate, merce, and the Express, of the city of and on the finest kind of tissue-paper. New York. But their news is not conNor are they satisfied to make one copy fined to them. By bearing an equitable at a time; such contortion of counte- share of the expense of gathering the nance, rolling of tongue, and jerking of despatches, two hundred papers of the head, guarantee no less than a score, United States and Canada have become whereof the last evidently must go members of the union, to all intents and right down through the top of the purposes, whereby the news is published desk, This is a veritable curiosity- every day, almost word for word, from shop, in more senses than one. It is Newfoundland to California simultanethe headquarters of the Associated ously. Press—the birthplace of that subtle,

The Associated Press has an army of indescribable something we enjoy new correspondents, called local agents, scatevery morning and fresh every evening, tered all over the civilized world. In which is commonly called “the news." thinly-settled districts, where news is Its works go forth every day to the ex- likely to be too scarce to warrant the tremities of the earth, and millions of appointment of regular agents by spepeople are interested in them; yet itself cial contract, the telegraph company, is scarcely known except by name, and which is alike interested in the forwardto the outside world the little poste-haste ing of despatches, takes upon itself the and romage before us are a perpetual service by making its operators ex officio enigma md stumbling-block. Daily agents of the Associated Press. By newspapers, printed in the United such economical means the whole field States, have been sent to this very office of operations, coextensive with the telewith “Please exchange” deliberately graphic system, has been covered effectwritten across their wrappers; and en- ively with no less than fifteen thousand terprising business-men, native and to intelligent news reporters. All desthe manner born, have forwarded ad- patches from the local agents are sent vertisements with the request to “Please directly to the headquarters at New have inserted in the Associated Pre Yor where they are corrected and reand send bill."

produced by a process of manifold But before looking in on the central writing, and the copies distributed to office, it may be well to glance a mo- the several newspapers. The services ment at the nature, object, and extent of the telegraph are then required again of the Associated Press. As its name -this time to scatter the news already implies, it is a union of certain journals collected, to all points of the compass brought about to cheapen news by and the farthest ends of the land. The making one despatch serve them all. receiving telegraphers at other cities The scope of this union is the collec- deliver their copies to the Associated

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Press agents, by whom they are again and Motley must be learned by heart. manifoldied and sent to their individual Tbat great English lawyer, Lord Camppapers, as in New York.

bell, said: “There is nothing so danSuch, in brief, is the Associated gerous as for one not of the craft to Press. These six rooms, called, with a tamper with our freemasonry.” Conlittle pardonable impropriety, the Gene- sequently these men must have studied ral Agency, are the centre of all this law enough to master the statutes and complex machinery, radiating thou- rules of practice of all the States and sands of miles in every direction, and all the nations. They must be able to become, therefore, the heart, the dis- "write up," understandingly, horse,

, tributing reservoir, of the American races, regattas, and base-ball matches, news system. Here are the offices of as well as synods, conventions, and conthe executive and his assistants, who gresses. Like policemen and soldiers, control the details of the vast concern. they must have no politics, affections, Here, also, is the committee-room, where or opinions; they must be stoically the representatives of the seven papers unconcerned in conflagrations, murmeet every month, and allow the cigar ders, shipwrecks, and battles. Practical of peace to usurp the poisoned quill, printers they must be, certainly, as well while they make and annul contracts as practical electricians. Finally, they with the telegraph and outside news- must have good sense and judgment, in papers. The next room but one is set order to know the value of news, and a apart for the messengers, who deliver good common-school education, that the news to the newspaper offices, pre- they may write it out intelligently. sided over by an old schoolmaster, These extraordinary men are the maniwho comes as near keeping two dozen folders. They edit the despatches as fourteen-year-old New York boys from fast as they arrive, whatever the subjectdriving crazy every body in the same matter may be, and at the same time block as any man ever did or will. In write them out in good English, twenty that room, away over in the corner, copies at once. As may be supposed, smaller than a cigar-store or a box-office, men having all these qualifications do sits the cashier, who must be master of not present themselves every day. How all the modern languages. He takes many bas this office been obliged to care of the fiscal affairs, to the extent turn away, who were weighed in the of millions of dollars a-year-receives balance and found wanting-how many and pays bills in dollars, pounds, reals, college graduates, philosophers, lawfrancs, and marc bancos. This large, yers, yea, even editors, who, like Fieldlight, and airy room in the centre is the ing's hero, promised much in the promanifolding room, where the news is spectus, and performed nothing at all; put in a shape fit for publication. We who, upon trial, persisted in inventing shall find enough here to engage our new and non-existent geographical loattention.

calities, like the Isle of Wright, the Ranged about at a dozen desks sit a Straits of Andover, and the city of Cindozen men, who are expected to know cinnatti! something of every thing under the The “manifold writer" is no new sun—the ports and products of everything. Almost every body knows that country, as well as every vessel by it is a simple contrivance for bringing name. Parliamentary practice must be forth a number of copies at one writing, at their fingers' ends. They would be by using a hard pencil on a book of worthless without poetry and the dead oiled tissue-paper, with carbonized palanguages, wherewith to correct politi- per laid between the leaves. But does cians' bad Latin, and equally so without every body think if there were no such the living languages. Chronology is contrivance the Associated Press could indispensable in the news business ; not live? The manifold writer has hence Rollin, Gibbon, Hume, Hallam,

been introduced and rejected in every counting-house. Its practical useless- State press, the Boston press, the New ness in the ordinary affairs of business England press, the Western press, the has been demonstrated time and again, Southern press, and the Far Southern yet in this office its value is incalcula- press, leaving one copy for the office ble. One man does the work of a hun- record. After the last evening edition dred. Manifolding has been brought is printed, fourteen copies are sufficient. to an astonishing degree of perfection When the despatches are manifolded, all by the invention of a gentleman now the copies are stamped with the officeseventy years old. For a quarter of a seal, or diema precautionary measure to century he has supplied the Association guard the editors against the use of with the very peculiar paper required fraudulent "despatches," furnished by for this service, and that he alone knows malicious persons. Then the messenhow to make. With his paper thirty ger department is called on; the sheets copies may be made easily, and it is

are quickly separated — put into enoften necessary to have so many, while velopes already directed; a noise like eight or ten copies is the maximum the voice of many waters prevails for a claimed by other manufacturers for their moment—(for Mercury is no longer paper. For forty-two years the secret winged, and there are seventy-eight of this old man has baffled imitators, stairs to go down)—and the despatches who have not scrupled to lurk about are on their way to the types. his manufactory under cover of the The average day's work is one hunnight, and to invoke the aid of the dred and fifty sheets, containing thirtyablest chemists of the land. But he five thousand words—thirty or forty has a family of vigorous sons, and the routes for the messengers. On the occaAssociated Press has not borrowed any sion of a President's message, or an introuble as to what the effect might be teresting discussion in Congress or the if the secret died with him.

British Parliament, so much news is The “ Agency” is the heaviest cus- sent out that the papers are obliged to tomer of the telegraph, hence it has issue supplements, to make room for it. been placed so near at hand, that des- Indeed, if all the news furnished at this patches are trundled across the street, office were printed in full every day, from the one to the other, by three there would not be room for much else. miniature elevated railroads, to the ap- Congressmen forward their speeches by parent bewilderment of humanity be- express, in advance of delivery, and low. These rattle to and fro, night and people all over the country mail an day, bearing news from all quarters of avalanche of details that are not imthe globe. But the manifolder is al- portant enough to be telegraphed, with ways ready. He knows full well that, the hope to see them appear as telein this land of telegraphs and fourth graphic despatches. The most of such editions, news is perishable property; news is smothered in the inexorable " It dies in an hour;"

editorial waste-basket.

The old lady who was lost in the so in much less than that time the most contemplation of the multitude of Jobs startling intelligence is among the types in the printing business, would often everywhere, and almost a forgotten find her counterpart in the unsophistithing of the past. In the daytime the cated visitor to the General Agency. manifolder takes twenty copies of the Mr. More is apparently the name of the despatches, which are distributed to local agent at Philadelphia, at Baltithe Herald, the l'imes, the Tribune, the more, at Washington, and at one or World, the Sun, the Journal, the Post, two hundred other places for so he the Express, the Commercial Advertiser, signs himself in the despatches. When the Staats Zeitung, the Brooklyn Union, the law was enacted requiring an interthe Newark Advertiser, and the Newark nal revenue stamp on telegrams, the Courier, and to the reporters of the Associated Press mounted with occa

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