Democratic Sentinel, Volume 14, Number 36, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 October 1890 — CULLIGAN’S WAKE. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

CULLIGAN’S WAKE.

BY M. J. ADAMS.

We slttled around, mesel’ and all , „ .Th’ ether b'ys, Jlst afey like, agin th’ wall, Wid nary u’lse save Ughtlu’ our pipes an' crackin’ Jokes, Wid dhrinks. av course, bechune th’ shmokea An’ now an’ thin a blth to ate To kape us awako—-th’ widdy’s thrate—

Whin in corpus J&itlior O’Bray to shpako At Culllgiu’s wake. “Abk‘” sez-hc, a shuttlin' shwate An' barrin’ tli ’ dure, Then standin' agin it bould an’ sthrate, He bate lb’ flure; “Sow, b’ys,” ses jic, “poor Culllglu’i gone ” • Whin Reddy Ragin, th’ onu rdh >n. Let the pitcher <Uirap on, ih’ Father's toes An’ away, av course, Vh* whisky goes. Sez Father O’Bray, “God hle.is th’ bre'ak!’’ At Culligiu’s wakel “Poor Culligiu’s gone,” reputes th’ praste, betther man Bchwoong pick Or chovel in wist or aste, Since time began ; No finer a corpse cud morthil find, . No poorer a widely lift behind. So, b’ys. don’t bring to thiui all disgrace By makin’ a dead-house a dhrinktn’ placo— Coine, Reddy* I’m plused yer band to shake At Culligin’s wake.” Thin pincll an’ paper his rlverence dhrew. An’ round he wint—

“Tin dollars from aich,” sez he, “will do, An’ not a clnt This side o’ tin’ll let yez go| Aha, Misther Ragin—a twinty, oho! ikxmie, open yer hearts—poor Culligln’s dead, An’ his widdy an’ orphins moost he fed; Give all that yez kin. for Jasus’ sake, At Culligln’s wake. “I’ve locked all th’ dures,” an' he jingled, tli’ kays; ••Be lively now there— A twinty from Burke—well, th' twinty It shtays, No change kin we slipare. Look hero, Mickey D’yle,” sez his rlverence to me, “Yer th’ lasht on th’ lisht—terror ’n’ ’ounds!’’ sez lie, Whin I tuk up me pincil, wid bouldest of st broke. An’ guv a big check on a bank—that's broke— Bad scran to yez, Mickey, for that mishtake At CulUgin’s wake. “God bless, yez, me b’ys, It’s a daclnt pilo, It Is that, indade,” Sez Father O’Bray, with a howly shmile, Ez ho oop an’ laid A big wad ’o hills by the poor widdy’s side— Bad cess to th’ check that I guv. how it lied! Then he lept on his horse—but th’ baste ran away. An’ a corpse was poor Father O’Bruy th nixt day; But his sowl wint to God who had slnt him to shpake At Culligin’s wake. Ravenna, Ohio.

“WHEN IN COMES FATHER O'BRAY TO SHPAKE."

"AN' GUV A BIG CHECK ON A BANK THAT'S BROKE.”