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M'Laughlin's best port. Phaddhy, in the meantime, being determined to mortify his rival Parrah More by a superior display of hospitality, waited upon that parsonage, and exacted a promise from him to come down and partake of the dinner a promise which the other was not slack in fulfilling.
"It was not Parrah More himself, nor his family, that said anything about you, Phaddhy," said the priest, "but others that were present. You must know that we were all to be starved here to-day."
There were first Fathers Philemy, Con, and the Auxiliary from the far part of the diocese; next followed Captain Wilson, Peter Malone, and Father Philemy's two nephews; after these came Phaddhy himself, Parrah More Slevin, with about two dozen more of the most remarkable and uncouth personages that could sit down to table.
"I believe you, Peter, and I would take your word for more than the condition of the geese. Remember me to Katty, Peter." "On Wednesday, in Parrah More Slevin's of Mullaghfadh. Are you there, Parrah More?" No answer. "Parrah More Sle-vin?" Silence. "Parrah More Slevin, of Mullaghfadh?" No reply. "Dan Fagan?" "Present, sir." "Do you know what keeps that reprobate from mass?"
"And what, wid submission, did you fight our battles about, yer Reverence?" inquired Phaddhy. "Yesterday evening, in Parrah More Slevin's, they had him a miser, and yourself they set down as very little better." "Then I don't think I desarved that from Parrah More, anyhow, Father Philemy; I think I can show myself as dacent as Parrah More or any of his faction."
"That's because you've no relish for anything spiritual yourself, you nager you," replied his Reverence, "or you wouldn't see her temper in that light but, now that I think of it, where did you get that stuff we had at breakfast?" "Ay, that's the sacret; but I knew your Rev'rence would like it; did Parrah More aiquil it? No, nor one of his faction couldn't lay his finger on such a dhrop."
His Reverence was now seconded in his motion by the most of all present, and Parrah More accordingly gave them a song. After a few songs more, the conversation went on as before. "Now, Parrah More," said Phaddhy, "you must try my wine; I hope it's as good as what you gave his Reverence yesterday."
"This morning, sir," replied the other "but I'd have them to understand, that had the presumption to use my name in any such manner, that I know when and where to be dacent with any mother's son of Parrah More's faction; and that I'll be afther whispering to them some of these fine mornings, plase goodness."
Father Philemy nodded for the assistance, and continued "but as for human nature, Captain, give it to me at a good rousing christening; or what is better again, at a jovial wedding between two of my own parishioners say this pretty fair-haired daughter of Phaddhy Shemus Phaddhy's here, and long Ned Slevin, Parrah More's son there eh Phaddhy, will it be a match? what do you say, Parrah More?
To this his Reverence only replied by another laugh. "I gave his Reverence no wine," said Parrah More, in reply to Phaddhy's question. "What!" said Phaddhy, "none yesterday, at the station held with you?" "Not a bit of me ever thought of it." "Nor no mutton?" "Why, then, devil a morsel of mutton, Phaddhy; but we had a rib of beef."
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