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Well, I'll tell ye that, too. The exiled Irish, who have lived their lives abroad takin' their wives, like as not, from the people o' the counthry they lived in an' not from their own stock when they go back to Ireland with different outlooks, with different manners an' with different tastes, so long as they've kept the hearts o' them thrue an' loyal just so long as they've done that an' kept the Faith o 'their forefathers they'll form a new NATION, an' a NATION with all the best o' the old the great big Faith an' Hope o' the old added to the prosperity an' education an' business-like principles an' statesmanship o' the NEW an' it's the BLOOD o' the great OLD an' the POWER o' the great NEW that'll make the Ireland o' the future one o' the greatest NATIONS in PEACE as she has always been in WAR."
Whin he's had two sups o' whiskey he belaves he's dhrunk a bar'l full. A gill o' wather out of a jimmy-john'd fuddle him, mum." "Isn't there anybody to look after him?" "No, mum, he's an orphan; his father and mother live in the owld counthry, an' a fine hale owld couple they are." "Hasn't he any family in the town?" "Sure, mum, he has a family; wasn't he married this blessed mornin'?"
I mean, of course, the lowest of them. They were not so civil as before. Tolerant, ye say! Sure anybody that heard ye say the like of that would know ye were a stranger in the counthry." The farm house was a model of cleanliness and neatness, James Hanna a model of a hard-working, debt-paying, honourable farmer.
If they keeps it up we won't be no better out here than some o' them places I've heard about back East." "'Tis a danged ignorant savage ye are, like the rest av yer thribe, wid yer talk av ruinin' the West. Fwhat wud this counthry be without money?
'Lave, indeed! exclaimed the republican-minded Mrs. M'Donagh; 'it's I that wud be afther askin lave in a free counthry! Why, we've no masthers nor missusses here at all. 'Hut, woman, but they're my fostherers the young Mr. Wynns of Dunore. Great had been that name among the peasantry once; and even yet it had not lost its prestige with the transplanted Pat M'Donagh.
There's two sorts o' marble in one quarry, an' tis grand stone it is, an' the quarries would give no ind iv imploymint to the poor men that's willin' to work. God help thim, but they're not allowed to cut a lump of stone in their own counthry. What stops them? Sure 'tis the English Government, an' what would it be else? A gintleman isn't allowed to cut a stone on his own land.
Whin th' picnic got as far as Punch, on th' southern coast iv Porther Ricky, Gin'ral Miles gazes out, an' says he, 'This looks like a good place to hang th' hammicks, an' have lunch, says he. 'Forward, brave men, says he, 'where ye see me di'mon's sparkle, says he. 'Forward, an' plant th' crokay ar-rches iv our beloved counthry, he says.
"'Ah, you cowardly scoundrels, says he, 'that's a disgrace to the counthry, and to the very name of Irishman; it's no wondher for strangers to talk of you as they do no wondher for your friends to have a shamed face for your disgraceful crimes.
Whisper, in Windsor Castle, no less, in a night-shirt iv th' Prince iv Wales; an' the nex' mornin', whin he come downstairs, they tol' him th' rile fam'ly was late risers, but, if he wanted a good time, he cud go down an' look at th' cimitry! An' he done it. He went out an' wept over th' grave iv th' Father iv his Counthry. Ye'er man, George Washington, Hinnissy, was on'y th' stepfather.
They wouldn't take ye for a gift in the British Arrmy, for I doubt if ye'd weigh ninety pounds soakin' wet an' a rock in yer hand, but for all that, here's an iligant opporchunity for ye to serrve yer counthry, an' should worrd av yer brave action reach the king bad cess to him he may call ye Sir Thomas Riggins an' make ye consul-general av the Cannibal Islands. "Out wit' it, Riggins.
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