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I shall not in future travel unarmed, and he that hem ahem he that will mistake me for a timid man will find out his error maybe when it's too late. Come, Hourigan, what charge is this you have against Mr. Purcel?" "Plaise your honor, he abused, and assaulted, and bate me until I didn't know for a time whether I was alive or dead." "How was that, Hourigan, sir?"
I am aware of the language you use against our whole family, whom you blacken whenever you have an opportunity of doing so. You are not only dishonest but ungrateful, sirrah." "No man has a betther right to be a judge, and a good judge of dishonesty, than your father's son," replied Hourigan.
"No, sir, I believe not I believe not, Hourigan; no, my poor man, I am not indeed. Hourigan, you are not an uncivil person, but why refuse to pay your tithes? You are well able to do it." "Why, bekaise I daren't, sir; if I did talkin' about shootin' it's a round lump of lead I would find in my stomach instead o' my poor breakfast, some o' these days."
These Purcels are hem ahem too much in the habit of violating the law, Sam, and that's not right it's illaygal it's illay-gal, Sam, to violate the law; I say so, and I think I can't allow such breaches of the" here, however, the thought of the conspiracy occurred, and swayed him in a moment against Hourigan. "To be sure Hourigan's a scoundrel, and deserves a horsewhipping every day he rises."
Duggan had scarcely withdrawn, when our old friend, Darby Hourigan, thrust in his hateful and murderous-looking countenance. "God save you, Misther John." "God save you kindly, Misther Hourigan." "Isn't it glorious weather for the saison, sir?" "I have seen better and I have seen worse, Mr.
Hourigan, that the latter worthy, after cutting some very antic capers, and exhibiting in a good many other respects several proofs of his agility that could scarcely be expected from his heavy and ungainly figure, was at last fairly obliged to sing out, "Oh, Misther John, Misther John! you will Misther John, darlin', what do you mane, you murdh oh, oh, d n your soul dear, what do you mane, Mr.
Hourigan soon made his appearance, and, on approaching the stringer, looked cautiously about him in every direction, whilst the latter, who had been walking Purcel's horse towards the house, suddenly turned back, and kept conversing with Hourigan until they reached the entrance gate, where they stood for about ten minutes in close and evidently confidential dialogue, as was clear from their watching in all directions, to make certain that they were not observed.
"Mavrone!" exclaimed Hourigan, "acts of Parliament! oh! thin many a bitther piece of cruelty and injustice has been practised upon us by Act o' Parliament!" "Ho, you traisonable villain!" exclaimed the other "what sedition is this?"
That I may be happy, but it's good advice I'm givin' you!" "Divil a betther, Mogue," replied Hourigan, with a significant scowl, and "it's we ourselves that'll be sure to take it some fine night." "Night or day," replied Mogue, "it's always right to be doin' good, whether we sarve our country or religion.
You will be good enough to tell that to your friends, Mr. Hourigan, and also to reflect upon it yourself." Having examined his friends, as he called them, he started out and proceeded directly towards the shrubbery, where, however, there was no trace whatever of any one.
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