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"Why, is he dead, too?" "Be Gorra, no but the conthrairy to that. 'Twas his weddin' you seen passin' a minute agone." "Is it the young sogarth's? Musha, bad end to you, man alive, an' spake out. Tell us how that happened. Sowl it's a quare business, an' him was in Maynewth!" "Faith, he was so; an' they say there wasn't a man in Maynewth able to tache him.
Talk, loud laughter, pure poteen, and good-humor, all circulated freely? the friendly neighbor unshaved, and with his Sunday coat thrown hastily over his work-day apparel, drank to Denny's health, and wished that he might "bate all Maynewth out of the face; an' sure there's no doubt of that, any how doesn't myself remimber him puttin' the explanations to Pasthorini before he was the bulk o' my fist?"
Comin' over that innocent colleen of a daughter o' mine before you set out," he added, taking Denis a second thwack across the shoulders "before you set out for Maynewth!!" "Why, you miserable vulgarian," said Denis, "I scorn you from the head to the heel.
Oh, in the dictionary, I suppose, where the common people say everything is to be found. Observe me, Mr. Burke, you are taking your worthy son out of his proper vocation, the Church. Send him to 'Maynewth, he is too good a connoisseur on beauty to be out of the Tribunal."
"You'll miss me, Denis," said his favorite sister, who was also called Susan; "for you'll find no one in Maynewth that will keep your linen so white as I did: but never fear, I'll be always knittin' you stockings; an' every year I'll make you half-a-dozen shirts, and you'll think them more natural nor other shirts, when you know they came from your own home from them that you love!
"Mave," said the father, "I'll miss him more nor any of you: but sure he'll often send letters to us from Maynewth, to tell us now he's gettin' on; an' we'll be proud enough, never fear."
But, passin' that over you see, the father, ould Denis an' be Gorra, he was very bright, too, till the son grewn up, an' drownded him wid the languidges the father, you see, ould Denis himself, tuck a faver whin the son was near a year in the college, an' it proved too many for him. He died; an' whin young Dinny hard of it, the divil a one of him would stay any longer in Maynewth.
The same youth was never at a loss for a piece of invintion whin it sarved him. No, the sarra word of thruth at all was in it. He soodered an' palavered a daughther of Owen Connor's, Susy all the daughther he has, indeed before he wint to Maynewth at all, they say.
When I was tellin' her yisterday that you wor to get the bishop's letter for Maynewth to-morrow, she was in so poor a state of health that she nearly fainted. I had to give her a drink of wather, and sprinkle her face with it. Well, she's a purty crathur, an' a good girl, an' was always that, dear knows!" "Denis achree," said his mother, somewhat alarmed, "are you any way unwell?
"Counsellor," said Denis, seizing his hand in both of his "Counsellor, ahagur machree Counsellor, oh, what what can I say! Is he is it possible is it thruth that my boy is to go to Maynewth this time? Oh, if you knew, but knew, the heavy, dead weight you tuck off o' my heart! Our son not cast aside not disgraced! for what else would the people think it?
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