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23 he river Sticks, to catch fishes for shaint Patrick's able, and them that is owing the priests any money put in the black-hole, and then given to the hands of a great black bitch of a devil, which is keeped for a hangman, who whips them up and down the moky dungeon every morning for six months.

Tom. And where does your good people go when they are separated from the bad.

Paddy. And where would you have them to go but unto shaint Patrick's palace, and then they may go down the back stairs into the garden of Eden, now called Paradise.

Tom. Well Paddy, are you to do as much justice o a Protestant as a Papist?

Paddy. O my dear shoy, the most justice we are commanded to do a Protestant, is to whip and torment them until they confess themselves in the Romish Faith; and then cut their throats that they usy die believers.

Tom. What business do you follow after at present?

Paddy. Arra, dear shoy, I am a mountain sailor, and my supplication is as follows:

PADY'S HUMBLE PETITION, OR SUPPLICATION.

Good Christian people, behold me a man! who has com'd through a world of wonders, a hell full of hardships, dangers by sea, and dangers by land, and yet I am alive; you may see my hand crooked like a owl's foot, and that is no wonder at all considering my sufferings and sorrows: Oh! oh! oh! good people, I was a man in my time, who had plenty of the gold, plenty of the silver, plenty of the clothes, plenty of the butter, the beer, beef, and bisket. And now, now I have nothing but taken by the Turks, and re- ieved by the Spaniards, lay sixty-six days at the siege of Gibralter, and got nothing to eat but sea wreck and raw mussels put to sea for our safety, cast upon be Barbarian coast, among the woful wicked Alger-