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indulge ourselves in a little more on that | lavished-every man finds himself encircled with at subject from one of the later chapters :
least one pair of fair but powerful arms; dishe
velled hair is flying, pretty faces in tears, caps “ An Irishman may be called par excellence the awry, handkerchiefs disarranged. Pat is a softbone-breaker amongst men, the homo ossifragus of hearted fellow- he can't stand it at all—they still the human family; and in the indulgence of this squeeze him close ; so he lowers his stick, and is their natural propensity there is a total and syste- led away captive to some distant booth, where in matic disregard of fair play : there is no such a few minutes more he is on the floore' in a jig, thing known whether at a race or a fight. Let an
as if nothing had happened. unfortunate stranger-a man not known in the “ The jockey who rides against a popular horse town or village--get into a scrape, and the whole undertakes a service of some danger, for there population are ready to fall upon him, right or
are no means, however unfair, which they will wrong, and beat him to the ground; when his not adopt to cause him to lose the race. They life depends upon the strength of his skull or the will hustle him--throw sticks and hats in his way, interference of the police. There is no ring, no in the hope of throwing over horse and rider. Í scratch, no bottle-holder. To set a man upon his had once an opportunity of seeing a little sum. legs after a fall is a weakness never thought of mary justice done. The rider of a steeple-chase • Faith, we were hard set to get him down, and
was struck heavily by some of the mob as he rode why should we let him up again ?'— Sure, it's over a fence, and the circumstance prted to a Moynehan !" was repeated by fifty voices in a the priest, who properly required that the offender row at Killarney, where all who could come near should be pointed out to him. His reverence was enough were employed in hitting, with their long a hearty, powerful fellow, mounted on a strong blackthorn sticks, at an unfortunate wretch lying horse, who, report said, was much given to run prostrate and disabled amongst them. Fortunately, away with his master on hunting-days, and could the eagerness of his enemies proved the salvation seldom be pulled up till the fox was killed. Ridof the man, for they crowded so furiously to- ing calmly up to the offender, he inquired if the gether that their blows scarcely ever reached their report were true, and, taking the sulky shuffling intended victim. It was ridiculous to see the wild of his parishioner as an affirmative, he proceeded way in which they hit one another; but so infu- to lash him heartily over the head and shoulders riated were they, that no heed was taken of the with a heavy hunting.whip. The culprit writhed blows, or probably in their confusion the hurts and roared in vain; his reverence, warming with were ascribed to the agency of the man on the the exercise, laid on thicker and faster, now ground. It was no uncommon thing to see co-whacking him heavily with handle and lash tolumns, of many hundred strong, march into Killar. gether, then double-thonging him upon the salient ney from opposite points, for the sole purpose of points as he wriggled and iwisted ; and when the fighting, on a market-day: Why they fought no.
man bounded for a moment as he thought out of body could tell—they did not know themselves; reach, he was caught with such an accurate and but the quarrel was a very pretty quarrel, and no stinging cast of the whip-cord under the ear, as ar. people in the best of causes could go to work gued in the worthy pastor a keen eye for throwing more heartily. The screams, and yells, and a line. At last he fairly bolted, trying to dodge savage fury would have done credit to an onslaught the priest amongst the crowd, but his reverence of Blackfeet or New Zealanders, whilst the danc had a fine hand on his well-broken horse, besides ing madness was peculiarly their own. But in a pair of sharp hunting-spurs over the black boots, spite of the vocal efforts of the combatants, and the and was up with him in a moment. Accustomed constant accompaniment of the sticks, you could as one is to the delays and evasions of courts in hear the dull thud which told when a blackthorn this our artificial state, it was positively delicious fell upon an undefended skull.”- vol. i., p. 223.
to witness such a piece of hearty, prompt, unquib
bling justice. Even wilder were the scenes at the races the scene is fine. No sooner did a certain chest
“But when the popular horse wins, then indeed near Clonakilty—the very name is redolent
nut get ahead of the rest, than there arose a cry of row- - where there were no rival factions from ten thousand people, of "The Doctor's whatever, unless those originating in the harse! the foxey harse! the Doctor's harse !' grand old principle of living across the accompanied by such a rush as fairly swept the book, or in national politics, as mixed up winner off the course towards the weighing-stand; (mirabile dictu) with horseflesh:
and when, after the weighing, the favorite was
walked to a distant part of the ground, he was ac“ Painfully ludicrous to see a man rush from a companied by the same thousands, shouting • The tent, flourishing his stick, dancing about, and Doctor's harse! the fancy harse! Never, except on screaming “ High for Cloney!' He is speedily this occasion, have I seen five hundred persons trying accommodated with a man who objects to the ex- to rub down one horse at one time, with ten times altation of Cloney, and pronounces a · High' for that number anxious to assist, and only prevented some other place. A scufile ensues, and many by the evident impossibility of getting near enough. hard blows given and taken by those who know Hats, handkerchiefs, coats, handfuls of grass nothing of the cause of the row. But in this case all were in requisition, whilst the vast mass of the fight is soon over. The women rush in, in excited people roared, screeched, vociferated the spite of the blackthornstender Irish epithets are endless virtues of the horse and master, though
probably not one in a hundred knew anything of that is, where there was an elder officer as either, only that the horse opposed to him was well. The younger spark has gone for 2 owned by an anti-repealer."- vol. i., p. 228.
day's grouse-shooting in the bog of Allen
-the senior meanwhile was to keep all This is good—but there is a love of head-breaking in the abstract, in the right at head-quarters. It was a glorious total absence of even a pretence of parish September day, and the sporting Lieute
nant encountered an adventure which he or party feud.
narrates capitally; and as part thereof lisHe is again on a race-course :
tened to a love-story- for which he must I was walking among the long drinking-tents not be held responsible more than Herodoor booths, which occupied a considerable portion tus is when he diversifies his evidence in of the central part of the ground, round which chief by a report of what some Egyptian the course was marked out. In one of the large verger or Thracian slave-dealer told him tents filled with people, the floor being occupied about the funds available for the Rhodoby jig-dancers, and the rest of the company disposed of on benches all round, these, being close pean pyramid, or the flirtations between to the canvas walls, showed to the spectators Scythian and Amazonian videttes : outside the bulging indications of heads, shoulders, "Choosing a dry spot, carpeted with young elbows, &c. One leaned more backward than the heather, interspersed with huge bosses of fine rest, and his head protruded beyond the others. grey moss, while the air was scented with the deA man who happened to be passing eyed the licious odor of the bog myrtle, he threw his gun tempting occiput, and paused. He was pro- and game-bag on the ground, and stretched himvided with a tremendous calpeen.' He looked self along to enjoy the tranquil beauty of the again at the head--a destructive feeling was evident- scene. There are times when the spirits boil over, ly rising within him. He raised the stick a bit: and our sense of happiness can only find relief in surely he is not going to hit the man! No; he puts some overt act. We would give the world for a the stick under his left arm, and rubs his hands. He gallop, or a game at leap-frog, or the power to siniles; some happy thought has crossed him. Sud- throw a summerset, or, the license to shout aloud; denly he looks upwards to the sky, with an expres- and happy are they who can train the outbreak sion of wild joy-wheels quietly round-makes a into the semblance of music. In his ecstasy the short prance of three steps—utters a screechsportsman mangled several Italian melodies of the whips the stick from under his arm, and giving it a day, ruthlessly tortured a gay little chanson à boire, flourish in the air, brings down the heavy knob murdered Alice Grey outright, and, still finding with all its force upon the skull protruding from that the safety-valve required easing, leant his the canvas-whack! The heavy sound was head against a tussuck, and gave with that hearty. awful: surely no human bones could stand this ? goodwill—that unmistakable con amore only --the man must be killed! Meantime the skulle seen in those who sing without an audience—the breaker dances about, screaming and flourishing well-known morceau of Justice Woodcock : the stick. A hubbub of noises arose from the interior of the booth, and men and women poured When I courted a lass that was froward and shy, out tumultuously together. As the crowd thick. I stuck to her stuff till I made her comply. ened, so did the confusion as to the identity of the I took her so lovingly round the waist, offender; and in a few minutes it became a wild And I smack'd her lips and I held her fast. "hubbub, fighting together without aim or object. Oh! these were the joys of our dancing days.
* Now, this might have been his father, brother -nay, his mother or sister. What cared he ?- - Bedad, ye may say that !' said a voice within there was a head to break, and the opportunity ten yards of him ; that's the way I coorted Kitty. was not to be neglected. On entering the tent to If ye'd been consaled on the premises ye couldn't see after the dead man, I found only the piper and have tould it better!!—If a thunderbolt, or a methe proprietors of the booth, calmly awaiting the teoric stone, or a man of the moon, had fallen into return of their customers." -vol. i., p. 230.
the bog beside the grouse-shooter, he could not
have been more astonished than at this greeting: The alpeen, we understand, is less in and the object from whence the voice proceeded was fashion now than it used to be. The rage two large bunches, or tussucks, of the grey moss,
not cf a kind to diminish his wonder. Between has been of late years for the heavy stone there peered forth the good-humored face of a in the foot of a long worsted stocking. man about thirty, lying flat upon the bog, while the This is portable, and puzzles the police; moss nearly meeting above his head, and coming and in reference to a monster meeting, the down in a flowing, pear-like shape on either side priest can safely attest that his parishion- of his face, gave him much the appearance of ers attended unarmed : " he did not see
wearing a judge's wig, though the countenance one blackthorn”_not he.
showed nothing of the judge's gravity. The first
impulse of the shooter was to start up and seize One very good chapter sets before us some
his gun, the second to burst out into loud laughthing of the life of our literary subaltern, terwhen at an outpost of the better order- " Faith, it's true for you!' said the man, get
ting up and taking a seat near him; • but how the Well, with that Kitty goes in and slips on her divle ye came to know it, sorrow know I know. cloak; and, says she, l'll jist step across to BidIt's shy enough she was at first, but it's meself that dy Fay's for the haarbes.' Well,' says Lanty, stuck to her. I'll tell your honor all about it while do so; and while ye’r gone I'll jist take a sup o' we sit aisy here. Divle a much I cared for Lanty Oolahan's sperrits. Faith, it's great stuff, says (that's her father). Let her be, says he; wait he, and agrees wid me better than Mike Cronin’s. awhil sure the heifer's young. Any how, yer It's raw stuff, his,' says Lanty. (Th’ould vilrough in yer ways,' says he. Faith, Mr. lain, and better never came out of a still!) Well, Hickey,' says I, "it's becase I'm in airnest.' says he, Kitty, I'm poorly to-night, and I'll take it • Divle a doubt of it, says he; but that's no rason warm; make me a tumbler o'punch, says he, why ye'd be crushing my choild wid yer hugs. Kitty. Musha, bad luck to me, says he, but I'd Any how,' says Lanty, “I'll not consint to it yet; rather see ye married to a steady man, that's got a sure I can't spare her till we've got in the praties. | license to sell good sperrits, like Oolahan, than So hands aff's fair play,' says he. Besides,' any one, barrin a distiller itself, and that would be says Lanty (sure he's a cute ould chap, that one), looking rather high, says he, for they're mostly of
where would ye take her if ye were married it the quality, them sort. Anyhow, says Lanty, self? Ye'd bury her underground, says he, in the stirring the punch, while Kitty was houlding the quare place ye have down along the canal. Faith doore ready to come-Anyhow, Kitty, says he, it's no place to take me daughter to, and she bred ye must think no more o' Mike (thats me); up in a slate house, and every convenience in what'll he do for ye, says he, down in the bog? Killbeggan. If she did consint, it's not for want Sure his sperrits is but quare stuff; and whats of better offers at home, never fear. There's the thrifle o' turf he sent ? its most the top cutBurke of Athy says he's proud to discoorse wid ting, and mighty light.' (The lying, ould rap!) her when he comes this way; and it's not a week Well, go ’long wid ye, Kitty,' says he, taking a ago, says he, that Oolahan the grocer sent me the thrink; go 'long to Biddy Fay's, and mind yerhalf-gallon of Parliament; it's not long since ye self,' says he ; sure th officers do be smoking did the like o' that, or even poteen itself. Faith, their segars upon the bridge, says he, and they're says he, the laste ye could do would be to fill the mighty blackgnards after dark. And make haste keg in th' other room, and build me up a stack o' back, for it's toired I'm getting.' turf for the winter,” says he. Och, murther !' “ Well, faith, at last I heerd her shut the doore; says I; · Mr. Hickey, ye’r hard upon me,' says I, so I just stepped up and turned the kay mighty • wid yer Burkes and yer Oolahans. Is it Oola- quite, and put my arm round Kitty, and tuck her han? Sure ye wouldn't marry yer daughter to an away towards the harses, and says she, “ where ye ould man like him? The divel a taste of a grand-goan? Can't ye coort me here? says she; sure father ever ye'd be, barrin what I'd be shamed to the people do be passing in the lane. Well, with mention. Come, says I, Mr. Hickey, ye'll give that I catched her up, and away wid me, hot fut, me ye'r daughter-she's fond o' me. Clap hands and the crathur squealed. “Ah, can't ye stop? upon that, says I, and I'll fill the keg with the first says she, I'd die before. I'd go wid ye! Sure I runnings—the raal stuff, says I; oncet ye taste it thought ye an honest boy, Mike. Be aisy wid ye'll put Oolahan's Parliament in a jar, and throw me, for the honor o' God; sure I'm young as stones at it. And I'll build ye the stack if ye'll yit!' But, faith, we put her on the harse, and I wait till the turf's dhry; I've a rare lot o' the deep held her on before me, and cut out o that full cutting, says I, as hard as stones.'
tare; but divle such a pillalooing as Lanty made “Well, faith, I tuck him the sperrits and the out o’the windy ye never heered! Sure we had turf, but the divle a Kitty I got; and I heerd it's him safe, for the windy was too small for him; aften they went to tay wid ould Oolahan, and but anyhow he tried it, and stuck fast, half in made game o' me sperrits and me. Faith, thinks half out, and Pat Sheahy stopped wid him a I, the next thing 'll be I'll have the gauger ( sure minute to see if he'd aise himself out, but divle a he's Oolahan's brother-in-law) and th' army de. taste. 'Let me out o’this,' says Lanty, most stroying me still, and meself in Phillipstown jail. choaked. • Be quite, Mr. Hickey,' says Pat; But, any how, says I, I'll be up to ould Lanty, as don't alarm the town. What would folks say, cute as ye are. So when the next dark night and see ye stuck in yer own windy? Faith, ye come, I tuck some of the boys wid me, and their must be swelled with the bad sperrits ye tuck; harses, and went to Lanty's, and soon I brought sure Cronin's sperrits never did that for ye. Betthe sweet crathur outside wid a small whistle I ther for ye, says he, to marry your daughter 10 have. • Now,' says I, 'Kitty, sure I want to talk an honest boy that does ye no harm, says he, then to ye; maybe I won't discoorse so fine as Mr. an ould spalpeen that blows ye out like a cow in Oolahan, says I, but, any how, bring out the key clover. But it's getting late, says Pat, and I've o the doore, and we'll turn it upon Mr. Hickey far to travel ; so I wish ye good night, Mr. the whilst we're talking. Sure he might be angry Hickey. Well, well, says Pat, sure th' airly boat if he found me wid ye unknownst, and I'd like to do be passing up soon after daylight, and they'll keep him safe,' says I. •What's that?' says Kit- think it curious to see ye stuck that way in the ty; - sure I thought I heerd voices beyant, says
wall !' she. Oh, nothin, me darlint!' says I, “but a “ Well, faith, he left him, half out and half in, couple o' boys goan home from the fair o'Mullin- and away wid us to the bog; and I married Kitty gar wid their harses, and they'll stop for me till 1 with the first convanience, and it's mighty happy go ’long wid 'em."
we are, barrin the gauger (that's Oolahan's bro
ther-in-law), that do be hunting me out for the side, searching, with the revenue officer, for the still. Sure I expect bim to-night, and th' army very place of his concealment, and to be there diswid him; and faith I lay quite, watching yer ho- covered, would have had an awkward appearance, nor, for I thought ye might spake to me un- and, with a fidgety commanding officer, might knownst about their coming, for ye talked a dale have subjected him to a court-martial. He knew to yerself.”-vol. i., p. 93.
not what to do; and, as is usual in such cases, did
nothing. The Lieutenant is by-and-by invited to “ Sometimes the party was moved further on; the home of Mr. Cronin :
then back again, past the door; then they halted close in front: but the dry turf left no traces of
footmarks, and all their attempts were baffled. “To the sportsman's astonishment, the canal was within a hundred yards, cut deep through the Several of the large stacks of turf they removed, bog, some forty feet below the surface, and so
but our particular one escaped from its insiguifi. completely out of sight that he had not the most the work of a week. The old officer, a dry, mat
cance; and to have removed all would have been distant notion of its proximity; but where the resi. dence of his new friend was, remained still a mys, sick of the adventure. He said something about
ter-of-fact Englishman, was becoming heartily tery, The bog had been cut down in several being made a fool of, which Mr. Cronin doubted, levels, like steps, to the canal, but, looking up muttering something
to the effect that nature had and down along its straight course, no house, or been beforehand with the gauger. I any signs of one, could be discovered. Sure, it isn't every one I'd bring to me place," said my down and building up stacks of peat after a ten
allow my men to slave here all night, pulling companion, let alone th? army; for I know yer mile march, and ten miles to return; so fall in, honor right well; and sure, if ye do come in, ye'll see nothing.'' On the deep steps or levels of and we'll make the seizure.' (Inside.) — Well
men, and unpile arms. Show us the place, sir, the cutting were a great many heaps of turf piled done, old boy, stick to that! As the night ad up, apparently with a view to their convenient shipment in the large turf-boats which carry this vanced, the difficulty of finding the still increased, admirable fuel even as far as Dublin. Mr. Crow and at last the gauger was fain to give up the nin, after pausing a minute to enjoy the wonder- pursuit in despair, and the party was moved off.
“The intruder lost no time in slipping out of his ing looks his companion cast about in search of the place, commenced removing one of the hiding place, and reached home before the party
. heaps upon the level about midway between the full and particular account of the adventure ; how
Till a late hour that night he was edified with a surface of the bog and the canal. The stack was about five feet high, and as the upper portion was Irish miles to a place where there never was an
they had been hoaxed, and dragged over twenty removed there appeared a hole, or door-way, in illicit still where there never could have been the the perpendicular face of the cutting against which smallest reason for suspecting the existence of one the heap was raised. “When the passage became practicable, the mass I can see as får into a mill-stone as most peo
• I looked pretty sharp,' said the old officer, and ter beckoned to his guest, and ushered him into a room of fair dimensions, in the centre of which
ple." was left standing a column of turf to support the of, which was, that on several market-days a jar
“There was one thing the junior had to complain roof, on one side of which was a hole, or window, of whisky was mysteriously left at his quarters; cut down from the level
above, and slightly co. but he laid a trap for the bringer, and at last vered with dry bushes. The walls and floor were perfectly dry and comfortable. There were sun- caught Mike Cronin in the fact, and the harmony dry articles of furniture about the place, several of their acquaintance was a little disturbed by his low stools, a small table, and a rude old chest, being made to take it away, under a threat of cerfrom which last the owner produced some excel- he then sent his wife, even Kitty, so that the
tain pains and penalties. Confound the fellow ! lent bread and butter, a boitle of poteen whisky, sportsman was obliged to compromise by acceptand two small glasses. "Suddenly the host started, then listened atten: all the grey cloaks on a market-day.—vol. i., P.
ing a bottle or two, or else shut the gates against tively, and finally, applying bis ear close to the turf-wall, commenced making gestures to remain still. After a time there could be distinctly felt a vibration of the springy ground, and it was evi.
We regret to say this book does not afford dent, from its increase, that a party of many per. many clerical portraits, and still more that sons was approaching. Suddenly a word or it affords no very agreeable ones. None two were spoken in a low voice, and immediately at all, we think, belong to the period of the followed by the loud word of command, · Hali, maturer officer, and we are very willing to front: order arms: stand at ease.' man knew the voice well: it was that of his bro- suppose that in his youthful days he listened ther officer, and the party was the detachment to to exaggerated tales of the priests among which he himself belonged. Here was a predica- his jovial acquaintance of the Orange perment! To issue forth would have been to betray suasion. One episcopal sketch, however, is his hospitable entertainer, confiscate his property, from his own observation : and consign him to a prison : to remain hidden in a poteen manufactory, hearing his own men out- “A protestant will find it difficult to believe the
degree of slavish reverence which is paid by the says he, he's fand of hare soap, says he, and inferior Irish Catholic Clergy to those of high rank perhaps a drop will do him good. And with that in their church. Whether such is the case in I went, and the door was open, and divle any one other countries I am not in a condition to say, but in it that I seen; so I walks into the kitchen, and I was a witness of it in Ireland.
there was Kit Flynn hating water. So I axed for “At the house of a gentleman with whom I was Miss Biddy (that's thousekeeper), and says Kit, intimate, and who, though a Protestant, was says she, . Sure she's up with the master, and Mr. equally respected by all sects and classes, there Kisbey's attinding him, and the codjūtor's in it was staying a Roman Catholic Bishop. This [coadjutor, or curate); so, says she, go up, Pat, gentleman, whom I met more than once, was one for he's mighty fand of bare and the sight of it of the most agreeable persons I ever encountered; maybe 'll revive him,' says she. So with that I indeed, it is enough to say that he was a well- goes gently up stairs, and the door was open, and educated Irish gentleman of the old school, who I walks in with a God save all here! says I. had resided much abroad. Many of my readers : You’re kindly welcome,-come in,' says Mr. must have had the good fortune to meet such a Ryan (that's the codjūtor); come in, says he, person, and will at once understand the kind of Mr. Finn; that's a fine bare you've got,' says he, man he was: his Irish assurance making him a feeling it; 'that will make a great soup, says he, perfect master of all the polite observances of life for our poor friend : but I'm thinking he's most his native humor sharpened by collision with the past it,' says he. And with that poor Biddy beworld, his buoyant animal spirits chastened into gan to cry again, for I seen that her eyes were the happiest tone by a long admixture with the red, and it's full of trouble she was, the cratur. best society, and his thorough good-nature break. And I looked to the bed, and his rivirence was ing out, as it were, in spite of the restraints of lying, taking no notice at all, but looking mighty modern conventionalities. There was no ascetic flushed, and brathing hard, and Kisbey was mixnonsense about him; indeed, a pleasanter coming some stuff at the table in a tay.cup, and a panion, even on a fast-day, I never met; no down- quare face he made, sure enough. And Biddy cast looks, half sly, half sheepish, which charac- couldn't stop crying and sobbing fit to break her terize the Irish priest of these days. Neither had heart, poor cratur ! and she lifted her apron to her he the blue and congested look which marks their eyes, and faith I seen it's very stout sbe was. complexions, and which I never see without feel. And Kisbey was mowg an to the bed, stirring ing my benevolence moved to recommend them a the stuff, and looking hard at the patient.prescription, if I thought there would be a chance Whisht, Biddy,' says Kisbey, “you'll disturb his of their taking it at my hands. My gaillard of a rivirence, and maybe it's not long he'll be spared bishop had nothing of all this, though I believe to you ; sure it's a smart faver he's got: but anyhim to have been at least as good a man as those how, says Kisbey, I think this will do him, for who have.
it's a febbrifewdge, says he, and will rouse him in " To wait upon his lordship of course came the the bowels, says Kisbey; and besides, there's a whole neighboring clergy, and at their first pre- touch of the saline in it,' says he, stirring the cup sentation it was their hint to fall upon their again, and making a face; it's my favorite mediknees and ask his blessing. Young and old, fat cine, says he, in a crisis. Och hone y says poor and slender, threw themselves on their marrow- Biddy, crying out, what would I do if I lost his bones before their spiritual superior, and humbled rivirence? Ah, Mr. Kisbey, you see the state I'm themselves in the dust before a man. Is this in, says she: ils a poor case that you can't relave seemly? and what greater personal homage can him, says she, wid your crisis, and he hearty o' they pay to the Deity! We certainly bow the Thursday.' .. Ah, be aisy, Miss Biddy,' says the knee to kings, but we don't, even to them, pros.codjūtor, stipping up behind her mighty quite trate ourselves, in grovelling abasement, as these (sure it's him that got the parish after Shea); be men did.
aisy, Miss Biddy,' says he, laying the heel of his “Whether the bishop, a gentleman and a man of hand upon her shoulther, and his fingers came the world, did not feel a liitle ashamed of all this down rather far, indeed ; • be aisy, Miss Biddy, before Protestants, is not for me to say; but he says he, for by the blessing o' God, it will all be was uncommonly active in picking them up before right wid him. Sure, if human manes can do it, they fell, and after a while received them in a saye he, Mr. Kisbey can do it; he's a man of separate room."— Ibid., p. 283.
skill, says he, and his practice extensive. So
keep up your heart, Biddy, says the codjūtor; but For this deathbed scene of a parish it's well to be prepared for the worst. We're frail priest the author does not give any author-creatures, and life’s but a span, says be, drawing ity but that of a Paddy in livery, evidently him, says he, 'greatly, pressing her bussom.
her towards him, mighty kind; sare I feel for a relation of Miss Edgeworth's famous let. And while the codjūtor was offering consolation ter-writer; but take it, valeat quantum. to Miss Biddy, I seen Kisbey houlding his riviMr. Kisbey is a doctor of all-work, for rence by the nose, and trying to put the febbriwhom this Paddy has no respect :
fewdge into him ; but divle a taste he'd have of it at all, but kicked and struggled like mad.
• Ah! “ Father Shea was confined to the house, and hould still, Mr. Shea, and take it, says Kisbey: the master tould me 10 run down to the town it's the cooling draught, says he, that will aise you. and inquire for him, and take him a hare, 'for,' | Sure it's mighty pleasant when you get it down,