But see that Irishman--the fellow who had charge of the
box. He looks poorly enough, as far as this world's goods are concerned,
but happy and full of mirth, for all that."
"He looks as though he had seen hard times," added Uncle Nathan,
indifferently.
"He does, indeed, like many other of the poor soldiers; but, I warrant
me, he has a stout will, and an honest heart. I say, my fine fellow,"
said Henry, addressing Pat, "come up here."
"Troth I will, then, for I see yous wear the colors of Uncle Sam,"
replied the Irishman, making his way to the boiler deck.
"Long life to your honor!" continued Pat, as he reached the deck, and
making a low bow, as he doffed his slouched hat,--"but I wish I had the
money to trate your honor."
"Which means," replied Henry, "as you have not, I should treat you?"
"That's jist it, your honor. I persave your honor is college-larnt by
the way yous see into my heart."
Henry laughed heartily, and so did Uncle Nathan; though, to tell the
truth, our moralist of the North was sorry to see his companion hand the
man a "bit" to drink with, for he was a member of the temperance
society.
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