Mustard For Two

The following bit of Irish liumor is froni a bbok lately publiahed, "The Adventures of Mick Callighin, M. P.," the adventures being narrated by Mick himself. Having gone into an eating house with a companion and taken up a dirty newspaper marked with inustard, he continúes: '■Mustard," said Larry, "bedad that reminds me av Micky Murphy and Dan Collins, two l'rins av moine that carne over to England for the rapin av the harvist. and was walking ou the quays in this town, an moind ye now, Danny had niver been over before, but Micky had niver been out or the car-radjus of the town of Tipperary. They war that hungry after the vyiage they didn't know what to do at all at all. Thin Danny sees 'Kistorant' writ up over a shop. 'See now,' ses he, 'that's a place to ate,' an in they both goes, an thin sur they sees the waither vvid a towel over liis arm, and ses Danny, ses he, 'What can we get to ate f 'Any thing at all,' ses the waither. 'Thin bring a píate o' mate,' ses Danny. So in comes the waither with a píate o' mate an a large bowl of mus thard; an moind ye now, nather Micky or Danny Lad iver seen musthard be ford in all their born days. 'What's in pay for the mate?' ses Danny. 'A shillin', sur,' ses the waither. 'An what's that V' ses he, pointing to the boWl. 'That's musthard,' ses the waither. 'Yn what do ye do wid it? ,Yez ate it wid the mate, to be sure. And what's to pay for it V 'Nothin' sur,' ses the waither. Thin Danny looks at Micky, an Micky looks a Danny, an they both winks. Whin the waither turned bis back, ses Danny 'see here now, Micky,' ses he, Til tel ye what we'll do, we'll pocket the mate for the journey, and ate the stuff they give for nothin' ;' an wid that Micky rolls up the mate in his hankercher, ai puts it in the crown av his hat; ai I amiy he kep stirrin' up the musthard an after a while he opens hismouth ai takes a great dollop av it. Down goes his head an the tears kep runnin' dowi out av his eyes. 'Danny, lad,' ses Micky ' what does be the mather wid ye ?' Dan ny wouldn't let out at all. 'But,' ses he 'whin iver I think o' the death o' me poor great-grand-father that was kil 1 at the battle o' the Boyne, I can't kape from cryin' at al.' 'Don't take on wie ye loik that,' ses Micky. 'There now we're over in England, an we'll make a power o' money at the rapin' before ' harvest's over.' All this time Danny 1 he was stirrin' the musthard, and h 1 hands the spoon to Micky. He takes i big spoonful, too, an the tears cnm ' runnin? down his nose. Danny wake 1 up, an ses he, 'Micky,' says he, wha 1 does be the matter wid ye!' 'Fegs ' says Micky, 'l'm cryin' because y warn't kilt along wid yer great-grand father at the battle o' the Boyne !' Ha ! ha! ha! Begarra he gave him a 'row lint for his illiphant' that toime !" Among recent transfers of thorough . bied cattle to Michigan from easten . States we note the following, through the American Jersey Cattle Club [ "Belle of Belhurst," 8,116, D.Collamore i ,T. W. Featherly, Bay City ; "Baronne 7,101, and "Rose of Orange" 7,940, D I Collamore, I Maratón, Bay City. "Kish . kanko" 5,583, D. Collamore, I. Marston - and J.W. Featherly, Bay City.