Democratic Sentinel, Volume 4, Number 15, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 May 1880 — An Irish Romance. [ARTICLE]

An Irish Romance.

In these days, when everything is driven by steam and stopped by airbrakes, and even the ticking of our hearts is regulated by a golden key, like most excellent clockwork, there is very little room for “ a romance in real life. ” In a certain county in Ireland, however, not quite a hundred miles from Meath, there dwells a family of nine beautiful maidens, who are wont to amuse themselves by assuming the apron and mob-cap of “neathanded Phillis,” and make themselves all sorts of pastry in the garden. Not very long ago the cry ami ’orn of the ’untsman was heard without, and one of the aforesaid nine, with her sleeves tucked up and her bare arms befloured. rushed to the garden gate, which, opening on a lane, shut behind her just as a smart young Prince, attached to an imperial suite, attired in buckskin and pink, came trotting up. ‘ ‘ Which way has the fox gone ? I did not know such pretty wild flowers grew in the hedges about here before,” said young Marlow. “And what may your name be ?” She bit her lip, blushed, and fairly bolted, but when the others came up he -was a little surprised and abashed on learning that the heroine was no other than a granddaughter to the most noble Marquis who first informed our most gracious Majesty of her uncle’s death. Wnrld.