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Updated: June 15, 2025
Mendicant, with a shrug, which sets all his coats and bags in motion "Och! och! The Big House, inagh! Musha, do you want me an' the childhre here, to be torn to pieces wid the dogs? or lashed wid a whip by one o' the sarvints? No, no, avourneen!" Poor Tenant. "Then, indeed, we haven't it to help you, now, poor man. We're buyin' ourselves." Mendicant. "Thin, throth, that's lucky, so it is!
I kept, unknownst, a little bit of bread to give the childhre this mornin', and that was part of it I gave you yesterday early I'm near two days fastin'." "Kathleen! Kathleen! Och! sure I know your worth, avillish. You were too good a wife, an' too good a mother, a'most! God forgive me, Kathleen!
Bend before the great God, an' thank him for his kindness to your blessed brother to our blessed son. Bless the Colonel, childhre; bless him whin you're down, Protestant an' all, as he is. Oh, bless him as if you prayed for myself, or for Jemmy, that's far away from us!"
"'In troth, says Jemmy Finigan, 'and begging your Reverence's pardon, the sorra cow you'll sell this bout, any how, on account of me or my childhre, bekase I'll lay down on the nail what'll clear you wid the bishop; and in the name of goodness, as the day is fixed and all, let the crathurs not be disappointed.
The husband rose from his supper, and went up to the hearth where she sat. "Turn round to the light," said he; "why, Mary dear, in the name of wondher, what ails you? for you're like a corpse, sure enough. Can't you tell us what has happened, or what put you in such a state? Why, childhre, the cowld sweat's teemin' off her!"
"If you're wise, don't prevent me," she said. "Help these creatures I will. I'm your match now, an' more than your match, thank God; so be quiet." "If I was to die for it, you won't have your will now, then," said Nelly. "Die when you like, then," replied Sarah; "but help that poor woman an' her childhre I will."
They were good childhre, sir they were ever an' always good to me, an' to their poor mother, your Reverence; an' God forgive me if it's a sin! but I feel a great dale o' my heart an' my love fixed upon them. But sure I'm their father, an' God, I hope, will look over it! Now, darlins, afore I bless yez, I ax your forgiveness if ever I was harsher to yez than I ought!"
Never, my darlin' childhre oh, never did one harsh or undutiful word come from your lips to your unhappy father.
Jemmy!!" exclaimed his brothers and sisters. "Asy, childhre," said the father "asy; let the mother to him let her to him. Who has the right that she has? Vara, asthore Vara, think of yourself. God of heaven! what is comin' over her? Her brain's turned!" "Father, don't remove her," said the son. "Leave her arms where they are: it's long since they encircled my neck before.
Larry," she is sometimes heard to say, "I doubt that we wor wrong for flyin' in the face o' God, becase He didn't give us childhre. An' when it plased Him to grant us a son, we oughtn't to 've spoiled him by over-indulgence, an' by lettin' him have his own head in everythin' as we did.
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