America
has never had a war in which the brave sons of the Emerald Isle have not
been found under the star-spangled banner, musket in hand, risking their
lives for their adopted country.
Young Malone had a double cause to hate England. His father had been
driven from Ireland, when Terrence was but a child, by the tyranny of
the British, and he had been made to give almost four of the best years
of his life to the service of King George.
In January, 1812, Terrence announced to his father his intention of
going to Washington City.
"What the divil be ye goin' to Washington City for, me boy?"
"To see the prisident," was the answer.
"You'd better be goin' to school, I'm thinkin'."
"School, father!" said Terrence, with an impatient shrug of his
shoulders. "Faith, don't talk to me of schools and colleges, when it's a
war we are goin' to have, sure. My next school will be breakin' heads."
"Be the times, you'll have yer own cracked!"
"Not before I've got even with some of the divilish Britons, methinks."
"What be ye goin' to see the prisident about?"
This interview, the reader will bear in mind, was before war had been
declared.
"I am going to tell Prisident Madison to give Johnny Bull a good
whippin'."
"Prisident Madison will tell yez to moind yer own business," the
Hibernian answered.
"We'll see about that!"
Terrence was determined on making the journey, and he set out next day
by the mail coach for Washington City.
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