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The Irish Heart

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Aiiecüores noouna to S'iow ine energeuu impulsive kindness of the Emerald Isle; but we never met with onc that pieased us more than the following: A slaveholder curne to New York, a year or two agr, in scarch of a fugitiveslave. Having one lay caught sight of his victim in the crowded street, he begrn t.orun atter liimcrying, "Stop that thief! stop that thief!' A 6trango reversión of things, this; he being himself the thief. An Irishman, hearing the hne and cry, of course wished to run into the uproar. Geltmg ahead of the tlying e!ave. he faced him and caught him in his ariní--. The niaster came up in the midst of the 6lrucg!e, and lfivishcd a profusión of thanks, with tli3 oflers of cash in the barg&in. "I am extremely obliVcd to you," said he, "for eatching tliat rasctiHy slave of mine. I think he wont run away ugain in a mrry." The Inshmnu's èxprèssive countenrince changed at once. "I tliought he was a tkirj," said he: "Whv tlie dcvil did'nt yon halloo, atop slave? Then I ehould huve known wliat to do." While the master was explairiing, the indignant son of Erin cume befaind liim, and with onc jerk of his foot tripped him up on the pavement. "Now run! run!" euid lic to the astonislied tlave. Ile did run. The Irishman escaped in another dircction; and the


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