Son of the Emerald Isle (February 2, 1862)


[Special Correspondence of the Sunday Mercury.]



Jan. 28th, 1862.

To the Editors of the Sunday Mercury:

In our regiment there is a son of the Emerald Isle, who, by his original and peculiar manners, affords us much amusement.

One dark night, daring the present wet and muddy season, Finnigan was on guard, and had been pacing up and down on his post for two hours, and nary a drop of whiskey in his canteen.

At last, the relief-guard came round, much to Finnigan’s relief. Finnigan, like a true soldier, brought them to a halt, and challenged, as usual, in his peculiar style.

Upon ascertaining it to be the relief, he cried out, “Yees are wilcom, gentlemen, if iver mortal man was wilcom!”

And, amid the laughter of the guard, he fell into his place in the rear.



Letter to the Sunday Mercury, February 2, 1862

(Editorial Note: The initials A. V. M. would seem to suggest that the writer of this letter was Albert V. Meeks the Captain of Co. G – John Tierney)