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"God forbid that I should willingly go where such things are to be seen; but of the fearful fact there is, unfortunately, no doubt. And then, as to the state of the country, we have nothing round us but anarchy and misrule: my life, Mr Armstrong, has not been safe any day this week past." "Good Heaven, Mr O'Joscelyn your life not safe!
"You don't mean that the people made any attack on the parsonage?" said Mr Armstrong. "Wait till I tell you, Mr Armstrong," replied the other. "On Thursday morning last they all heard that O'Connell was a convicted felon." "Conspirator, I believe? Mr O'Joscelyn." "Conspiracy is felony, Mr Armstrong and that their priest had been let loose. It was soon evident that no work was to be done that day.
Yes, every word. When did the police ever take any of Father Flannery's own people?" "Didn't Serjeant Carroll take that horrible man Leary, that robbed the old widow that lived under the bridge?" said the countess. "True, my lady, he did," said Mr O'Joscelyn; "but you'll find, if you inquire, that Leary hadn't paid the priest his dues, nor yet his brother.
About seven in the evening it got darkish, but the horrid yells of the wild creatures had never ceased for one half-hour; and, a little after seven, twenty different bonfires illuminated the parish. There were bonfires on every side of us: huge masses of blazing turf were to be seen scattered through the whole country." "Did they burn any thing except the turf, Mr O'Joscelyn?"
And now doesn't she love a convert and hate a Puseyite?" "All Irish clergyman's daughters do that." "Well, Fanny, you can't say but that it was a good portrait; and after that, will you pretend to say you call Miss O'Joscelyn your friend?" "Not my very friend of friends; but, as friends go, she's as good as most others." "And who is the friend of friends, Fanny?"
"But what's the use of it at all?" said Matilda Fitzgerald to little Letty O'Joscelyn, when she had spent three-quarters of an hour in adjusting her curls, and setting her flounces properly, on the evening before the arrival of the two cavalry officers; "not a soul to look at us but a crusty old colonel, a musty old bishop, and a fusty old beau!" "Who's the old beau?" said Letty.
The next morning they were a little more quiet, but still the parish was disturbed: nobody was at work, and men and women stood collected together in the roads. But as soon as it was dusk, the shoutings and the bonfires began again; and again did I and Mrs O'Joscelyn prepare for a night of anxious watching. We sat up all Friday night, Mr Armstrong." "With the pistols again?"
The earl, who well knew Mr O'Joscelyn, and the nature of his grievances, had heard all these atrocities before; and, not being very excited by their interest, had continued sipping his claret in silence till he began to doze; and, by the time the worthy parson had got to the climax of his misery, the nobleman was fast asleep.
"We've fallen on frightful days, Mr Armstrong," said Mr O'Joscelyn: "frightful, lawless, dangerous days." "We must take them as we find them, Mr O'Joscelyn." "Doubtless, Mr Armstrong, doubtless; and I acknowledge His infinite wisdom, who, for His own purposes, now allows sedition to rear her head unchecked, and falsehood to sit in the high places.
The whole horizon was one glare of light." "But were not the police about, Mr O'Joscelyn?" "Oh, they were about, to be sure, poor men; but what could they do? The government now licenses every outrage." "But what did the people do?" said Mr Armstrong. "Wait till I tell you. They remained up all night; and so did we, you may be sure.
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