"THE ROONEYS."
XV make place below for the littlo epic of
Which we have previously spoken, entitled
the "Adventures of Alderman Rooney and
Ilia Family nt the Cablo Kill." We all ro
DieuilKT how the completion of the Atlantic
Telegraph was commemorated by a ball in
the metropolis, at which all tho city officials
were present, and shoddy shone resplendent.
It is to descrilx this ball that tho poem Is
Written. Tho happy expressions used, the
genial satire exhibited, and the excellent
qualities of a literary effort sparkling with
Wit, commend it to peculiar favor. Tho
author, Mr. D. 0C. Townley, has been cour
teous enough to grant us permission to pub
lish his poem. The work itself, hand
fsomely illustrated and well printed, is for sale,
in neat pamphlet form, by T. 15. Peterson &
Brothers, No. 300 Chesnut street.
Hurrah for Cyrus! miy he Inshpin us!
God blibx thH jowr that thi toiiMPf weeld!
Hurrah for Freedom! himI hm we u-l Vm,
Uod bind us workmtu iike Cyrus Fluid!"
ALDERMAN IIOONEY
AT THB
CABLE BANOUET:
AN IMPROVISED KMC
BY HIMSELF.
"He sincrs the story cl Cyrua' irlorv,
wtrn he up and tou.d 01 his labor dun ;
M'h'n calve were kilr, oh ! and o'arot spilt, too,
And the City FaoLiTs did bliss i heir son."
The Aitin and Dhrinkin and Spaykin aid Toasts,
EDITED BY D. O'C. T.
DIDICATED,
WIDOUT r-ARMISnrN,
TO THE
Dllmblrs ol the Chainblr ob Commaree,
AND THB
PUBLIC GINI1ULLY.
Ladies and JiiiTLEMin:
It I'm not decay veu in yi u, vou'll hear from me
agin. i our Irind ami Couusler
Viciiakl Koonty, Alderman.
BOONKTVILLB, Dtc.iuber 1st, ibtT.
J'liE
IMPROVISED EPIC OF ALD2RMAN EOOSfEY.
"'Conticaere omnes, intcntique ora tencbant,
Inde toro pater Eneas mo oraus ab alto."
THB ALDBBM AN FniLOBOPHIZeS.
ITXPAYRIENCE praicbes, and practls talehea
2i To poet naahter or to poet fit;
That writin's alsy whin subjects plalse ye,
And words convaynient to wrap up the wit.
If rhyme wid raison, always in saison,
Will but flow to me in graceful shtratne,
I'll tell the btory of Cyrus' glory.
For never janlus had nobler thame.
rpO 8inathi9 payshins, whin, bhort of rayshlns,
I He axed for bread and recay ved a stone,
Is not my mishun, I've odher nb. in
The pan to fry, to lave that alone.
Nor do I mane to blue out a pane to
The will of iron that spanned the say;
Far betther able the tbrobbln cablo
To praise its masther thin poet's lay.
FBEFATIAL.
ITtOR this task wor itself would ask for
. A year t j sing it tbat wondhrous plan
Which binds togedher with iron tedher
The thruest IntheresU and the hopes of man;
Which spakes Blowd to the aigur crowd too
The spent slave on the Astern side.
Presarve your lumps no w, from midulgut damps
now,
The bridegioom's comin to meet the bride.
MY song's the story of CyTus' glory,
Whin be up and touhl of bin labor dun;
Whin calves were kilt, ob I and claret spilt, too,
And the City Fadhers did bliss tbelr son;
Who not In taitbers, did meet bis paters,
(Tbe Latin's useful whin you want a rhyme,)
But, rich wid bonnors from fifty donors,
He won the race wid ould Fadber Tune.
IIKE Asmodnyu, whin none can see us,
J We potts watch je at good and 111;
Hor bars nor bolts, or revolvin' coltier
Can shtop the Junius that won't be btill.
No club so pryvate we cannot hyvoat,
No assignayshin wo may not keep;
No nest ol beauty, oh 1 plaisin duty,
, Or lady's bood war wb may not peep.
THB RESOLUTION AND DKPARTURK.
A ND so last weak wh'o I beard them spake In
jt. The Commerce Chamber, of what they'd do
To show their Joy to the dailin boy, who
Had marry d the ould world onto the nw
Bed I, aside, By the good Saint Bride, I
Will honner Cyrus if I live so lon I
Aid tbe grate evint so wiM Into print go
In detbleBS stbrsins of a poet's song.
THE DAILY EVENING TELEGRAPH. PHILADELPHIA, SATURDAY,
WHIN it wint round how no huudherd
pound now
Could buy a pass for an alderman;
My wife, a while in, Bed to me smllin,
'We'll go, my darlin, jist to show we cati."
Scz I, "My luv, wur the 'moriial Jove for
To put out Mayor and tbe Counslers all,
Wid nare a ticket we'll pass the picket
And plump in the best bate in the hall."
'So, shure enough, wid my wife In buff hi J,
Anil me in a dlircss-coat black as Ink,
Cupid an Psycky, she and ber Mickey,
Wint to see and hear all, and ate and dhrlnk."
THE nsCEPTIOV.
AND ther tbe Lelius wid buiitln leelins
Shtud on thoshteps in t!i ijUtn rain.
And bowd as errau I a, and shmile 1 as bland a
If Mickel Rooney wor th Kinir of space.
The Police Inspecthor and Prrt Collcctuor
Stud on aich side a we boulted in;
"As suony wether," said both togedhe",
"l'er welkim, Hooney 1 Bhuv ont yer fin."
nnHIN Mister Fmyth did lade in my wife, wid
JL A gracoful aise that was mighty fine,
And John A. K. wid myself the way thrld
Through crowds of polls drawd up in line.
Thus through the throng thin we passed al. ng,
whin
We kern at lat to the bankwit hall,
Wher waiiin spoonies suner out, "The Rooneys !''
And flung the doore hard agiu tbe wall.
rpiIEY cheered uslowdly weintherd proudly,,
L And i! a zed wid rapture around lue room,
Till Missis Rooney erew rather s sooner,
Wid excise of joy and tbe stliion puriume;
Tut Missis Low thin. an1 llaiyit St owe tbiu
Kem ruuuiu U Tiid wid a hunillier.t iiion',
And scd, "fav deer--, yer a welkim here sur'
As shaves ot corn to a carashiu I'.o. re.'
" And ther the Leelins wid burstln feelint
Stud on the tewJ In the peltlu ruin,
And bowd at grand as, and smiled as bland u
If .Mickel Uooney wor, tho king of Spane,"
SO, shure enouch, wid my wife in buff hid,
And me in a dhreas-coal black as ink,
Cupid an Psycky, she and her Mickey
Wint to cee and hear all. and ate and dhrink.
Broadway wasjamd bo, and futpth eramd so,
There Bcarre was room tor our coach to go;
But soon the rackit brot Capten Brackit,
Who clecred the way to the portico.
nis PH. CHIPTI0X.
SO & my Ts.Kkev iu iroui her Miekey
In clouds oi heauiy mid tusHm -ilk,
I bli?sd tbe nces w lrre nided 'lie iraces,
Aud rose? flnvn'n in a say ol milk.
And thin nlone .Mike, an from his throne like
Balsbi'.z'ir locked on the Bankwit ha'l,
In wondhrous mnae too I there did gaze too
On hevenly simbals along the wall.
rpnEHE hong theShtars, and the planet Mnrs.
JL. and
An olive branch in his opin mouth.
Joopther and Juno, the Sun and Moon, oh !
And sthraimers wavtn from North to South;
And down below there swung too and fro th.re,
The big round world wi i an irin zoan;
To which tlicr came in,' wid lines a tlayinin,
Tho sougs ot Shrars in a tundhcrtone.
AND up on high, as a sunset sky, was
The dome ull ulld wid a huudherd dies,
Which rote and fe'I, w oin tbe mimic swidlin
Wid so'inl i f tin einjict oid t'lll or rWe.
And biiiinii" tull, bmn'troni iron' yd wall, swung;
Likelivin crn'turi-s, wid iran'ic. way,
Thcv v i, vvfd al.niir iliei: ur.spi.kru shout there
Fioni diBtani nnyshiins in ('3 rus' praise.
ON silver wjrrs, that stud like spyera.
To Alst and West sod to North and South,
Ran lines of ribbin which widout fibbin,
Brot news as sthrait as the word o' month, '
The grate Chynoes and the AnVanhe's, and
The Hinudoj sa?e of tue sandy Alst;
And poor whne slaves too aernss the waves too
Bid Cyrus welkim onto the fate.
rpHE Labradoar min, and lce-boun shoreraln,
X From Ilelnls far in t ie Northern Says;
And gulf-swipt saps tbro of Snuthern lans too,
From paccfull homes in the Wenthern bays;
From every sod where they bli?s their god there,
For mighty powrsthat his worpmin wceld
O'er land and osbin wid thrue devohun
Kem thaiiki nnd Rreetin to Cyrus Field.
UrON the tables there shtud the cabl'S,
A peece at laste ol the f urst and last,
And all the siiips too, that made the tbrips
through,
And carryd the sarpint and made t fait;
Aud niounun vayses, wid shustar daysoys
And Jf Heys built like the piramlds,
And things that Faroh, or Fiudlin Naro
Did nlver dhrame In tber drunkin fits.
niB DESCRIPTION TEBMINATeS ABRUPTLT.
AND white camaylias, and crimson dayllas
And hundherds sich like gir welkim too;
In evlry corner a joy was born, or
beme wondhrous beauty kem out to view;
And music peelin kem from the ceelln
Where Dodwurth sat like a haythln god,
And spakin Latin did wave his batin,
And rooled tbe tpeers wid a Jovial nod.
AS I stud Btbralnln to catch the matnln,
That I might tell of those carious things,
And wid prechihun fultil my mishun,
For truth should bliss what the poet sings;
Like one inspyerd, wid jautus tyerd
I moved to ppake, and had cleerd my throte;
Whin, Just the time in to stop my rymin,
The bklrt was pulled nearly off my coat.
"T7'HY, Rooney, man dear, houldoutvfr
IT hand here,"
Bed fnnd Obdyke wlio shtud nlxt the diore,
"It's mighty olalzed tho' jou do look crazed so,
I am to see you, come up the doore:
But Mick, roy prince, sur, widoui oillnso sur,
You surely have been a' dhrinkin sum."
Sfd I, "Your right, Bur, for Midi delight sur,
Makes betiber soniilss thau Jauiaycky ruai."
HB B0W8 AND BLESSES.
II1
ERE, take my arm. for I meant no
barm, sir,
And come aud sate you besile the chare;
I see your lady wid Missis Brady,
And tha Smjthes and Low in the comer
there."
80 up the rocm, thro' tho grand pavl'ume to
The chare we inarchd mid the bateof dhruu s,
An i the peop'c rose, and bbt ud on their toes, aud
Tne band played up "See the Hayro comes !"
riHIIN Mister Low he did bow, astno' he
JL Vor made on purpose lor to act pelile;
Aud I did thry toe, to come a nigb to
A 111 lid expnshun of my owu (telne;
bo down I bint to the l'residiut, hu
When I got up Irom that siase'ul bow,
Did saizc my band h, and ed so grand, "Oh !
My dear inud Cyrus hero's Rjouey no!"
NOW Cyius blusher', whin I to him rushed
thin,
And lade my bauds on his throbbin brow,
And savJ, "Brave toyler, there lives no spoyler
C.ui bbtale a Hired irom jer clory now;
My heart wid si-ihs full, wid tears mv eyes full,
I bliss you here m the People' view,
H.'ay Faith iushpire us to dee Is like Cvrus !"
Aud tbe People rose and they blissd him too.
AITIN AMD EURTNKIN.
riHIN all sat down, and the soup wint roun
X and
The bsh and mate and the Irish stew,
And the fruits and paste for to whet the taste, or
To build loundajphun for something new.
Wid Roman punch, and the nuts to crunch and
Jellies from Spain and ices Greek ;
Wit Clarit oldin and Sherr.es goldin,
That sint a glow to the dbnnkers cheek.
WX7"IIILE thus we took In the best of cookln,
And washed it down wid the best of
dhiink,
As duty boun to. I looked aroun, to
Greet nil magnates wid knowin wink,
First to tbe Chare I did dhritik In Sherry,
And thin to Cyrus in briirht Shampaue;
Thin to Count Corbal in Sbatow Orgal,
And in ISurgunday to a lord from Spayne.
TCST t'.i'n a wavier cama to ray sate, "Sur,"
Says he, "tbe Admiral 'tis proud would
feel."
Sez I, "Wid plezhure, tell that ould trezhuro
I pleoge his helth in the best Mobile."
To MMer Beecher I tossed a screecher,
Anfl cue to Horrass took down wid greed,
Auil thiB to Hoffman I nixt did quoff one,
Thin a rousiu bumper to Gineral Meade.
HE TFLLS OF THE T0A9T8.
rpiIlN Doctor Bellows and all good fellows.
X Who keep us Mrau on the crookid way,
I dbrank in port; oh I tbe good ould sort too,
That goes down alsy like dhrinkin tay.
V id many anodher, who called me brodher,
I dhrank in tumblers of prime Laytitt,
Nor missed the ladles In wine from Cadies,
That melts to luv and inahpires to wit.
VS aitin over we sat in clover,
"Plaise co r e to ordher," sed Mister Lo w,
"To till aich glass now tho bottles pass now,
I give the furst toast upon the row;
'Tib your Pi isidint, whom the Lord has sint
To work his wondhers, If he sint at all,
haUir bis caypers, I swear by Jaypera
He'll come out right jit before ye all !"
VXD so they showted, tho' some few powted,
And ethers put, down their glass in
i-pleeu,
But in good saisou they came to raisin
As the chare he bawld out, "Now, boys, the
Queen !
Ms Queen Vicloray, her sowl to glory !
Come dhnuk ber, boy, and ber daycent son.
There's other varmint desarves a sarmlnt,
But Queen Vlctoray is not the one."
THE CDKST OF THB EVENING.
rpHlN whin the theerln gev way to heerln,
J. Ttie Chare he rose up wid shmile bo blan,
Aud male a spaGbe there no publlck taycher
Could bate in grammar, or lnlangwidge grand
He ould us all, how widin the bull now,
Wid an bumblo heart sat the modost man,
Who shpite of thrubbles and buratln bubbles,'
Wid parsavajtence had matured his plan.
FEBRUARY 23,JL867!
WHO sick or heltby, wid poore and wclthy,
Had stlirugcled on to his journey's ind,
Nor grudged for others, 'mid toil and bothers,
The ripest years of bis lite to splnd,
Till now, when Beoutors aud snecrin doubters
Their bitther tongues could no longer weeld,
But iotnd tbe korus that sung the glories
The wide world ovlr of Cyrus Field.
"They cheerd us lowdly we Intlierd proudly,
And gazed wid rapture around the room,
Till Missis Rooney grew rather swooney,
Wid exclss of Joy and the sthrong parfume."
cybus Rr.sroNns.
riTIIIN up rose all min, that mighty hall in,
J. Aud chi-erd they loudly an 1 cli'-erd thj
lonu,
And dlna ned their glasses, whi'o (rom Pa
nasbus
Tbe band burst ont in a mighty song,
"llutrab lor Cyrus ! may be inshpire us !
God bliss ibe powt r tbat the toilers wceld !
Hurrah for Freedom ! and as we need em.
God sind us workmiu like Cyrus Field !"
"VfOW CyiHS ro'e up, upon his toes up,
X 'I And bowd all round to the chrerin crowd;
In turn he blissd thim, and thin addressed thim;
In ci arious words he dibuoorsed aloud.
He there nanayted, wbsi I-vo repayted,
About bis thrubbles from furst to last;
Now all lorp-ottiu. this pli-asutit spot In,
The Prestnt ped for all thrubbles paat.
nE thauked the ladies, whose bhmile repayei
his
Most 8tormr hours on he roivi'in di'ep,
Whin tsr lroni boun- on thp Oa-hi .1 roaiiiin'.
He bli'sd thru ll lin h couldn't li"i.
He thanked tn Cbnrrtvnn who ppck .so rair
wbin 7
'Ila thin cat down, and they crowded roun, and
They shuk bla hands wid a harfr prayer,
Whin my wife and I up, and huggd the boy up,
And all but smothered t'a In the chare."
A:
' 'TVTow ,ct 09 toast nlm' who weU m87 boast
ll him;
Three cheers for Cyrus and for Cyrus' plan t
God bliss the cable, and sbtrong and stable
May proove the wurk of this noble man.
May Freedom's spirit, which we Inlnrit,
Bate in Us pulse through the mighty say I
And Iviry hour add to the power
The people's power aud the workers' sway l"
Fe itterdnccd pirn unto thim al 1 :
And lliMi ked ail others, his friends aud brothers
Ot every nay nrn that was In the hal
tableau: fisale.
nE thin sat uowii, and they crowded roun,
and
Tbey shuk bs hands wid a hearty prayer,
Whin my wife nnd I up, and huggd the boy up,
And all but smothered bim in the ch'are.
"There, let him go dowD," said Mr. Low now;
"God bliss you, Rooney, our faithful friud,
lis min like ycu here, and witc so thrue dear
"Will guard our rope at the Iiish ind I"
SO wc tuk our gate there in grandest state
there.
And bobbed and nobbed wid tbe grate and
small,
While the toaet and speeches rowled out likor
peecbes,
And tbe Cubic talked up along the wail.
So keadaiks t-lsUoi uiu till early uvruiu
All did ib'ir duty wid inibtand main.
Till the wyre int'irrs si nk in tber raytris.
And the Let;in sore tbcj'd no mcie frb )
pane.
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