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"I have not, your hanner; for I suffer quite as much hunger and thirst as ever I did in ould Ireland." "Did you sell books in Ireland?" "I did nat, yer hanner; I made buttons and clothes that is I pieced them. I was several trades in ould Ireland, your hanner; but none of them answering, I came over here." "Where you commenced book-selling?" said I. "I did nat, your hanner.
Well, your hanner, without much stickling I gave up my Popery, joined the Orange lodge, learned the Orange tunes, and became a regular Protestant boy, and truly the Orange men kept their word, and made it answer my purpose. Oh the meat and drink I got, and the money I made by playing at the Orange lodges and before the processions when the Orange men paraded the streets with their Orange colours.
Och, your hanner, I often wished the ould Orange days were back again.
"Oh it will never do to belong to the Popish religion, a religion which upholds idol-worship and persecutes the Bible you should belong to the Church of England." "Well, perhaps we should, yere hanner, if its ministers were not such proud violent men. Oh, you little know how they look down upon all poor people, especially on us tramps.
Well, your hanner; being obliged to give up my bricklaying, I took to fiddling, to which I had always a natural inclination, and played about the streets, and at fairs, and wakes, and weddings.
Well, one Sunday night after he had preached a sermon an hour-and-a-half long, which had put half a dozen women into what they call static fits, he overtook me in a dark street and wanted me to do striopachas with him he didn't say striopachas, yer hanner, for he had no Irish but he said something in English which was the same thing." "And what did you do?"
He took a fancy to stay in one room all the time and would not let anybody in but Hanner, and now he is dead she keeps that room shet up and locked, some say. I was at the funeral, and Grey, who was a boy, took on awful, and hung over the coffin ever so long. He was sick with fever after it, and everybody thought he'd die. He was crazy as a loon.
But Daisy, who remembered perfectly the haughty woman she had met at Penrhyn Park years before, hated her, too, and so there was accord between her and her guest. "Mr. Jerrold told me of his aunt who lives in the pasture, and whom he loves very much. Do you know her?" Bessie asked, and Mrs. Browne replied: "Yes; that's his Aunt Hanner, the one I told you was so tight.
Well, Miss Mary Jane she told me to tell you she's gone over there in a dreadful hurry one of them's sick." "Which one?" "I don't know; leastways, I kinder forget; but I thinks it's " "Sakes alive, I hope it ain't HANNER?" "I'm sorry to say it," I says, "but Hanner's the very one." "My goodness, and she so well only last week! Is she took bad?" "It ain't no name for it.
"I will, your hanner; if your hanner offers it; but I never beg; I leave that kind of work to my wife and daughter as I said before." After giving him the sixpence, which he received with a lazy "thank your hanner," I got up, and followed by my daughter returned to the town. Henrietta went to the inn, and I again strolled about the town.
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