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"Murdher!" exclaimed the pedlar, "the Lord save and guard us! for there's nothin' but murdher in my ears! go where I will of late, it's nothin' but bloodshed; sure I cannot sing my harmless bit of a song along the road, but I'm stopped wid an account of some piece o' murdher or batthery, or God knows what. An' who was near gettin' it now, Misther Purcel? Not yourself, I pray Jasus this day!"
To prevent the vessel from approaching too near the others, and at the same time to let her have the appearance of doing her best, a sail was towed overboard under the bows, and after that they watched the motions of the Harpy. The distance was too great to distinguish very clearly, but Mesty shinned up the mast of the vessel, and reported progress. "By Jasus, dare one gun two gun go it, Harpy.
When we attempt to judge of the genius of the lower classes of the people, we must take care that we are not under the influence of any prejudice of an aristocratic or literary nature. But this is no easy effort of liberty. "Agk! Dublin, sweet Jasus be wid you!" exclaimed a poor Irishman, as he stood on the deck of a vessel, which was carrying him out of the bay of Dublin.
"So Connor dear," proceeded the old man, not attending to him, "in makin' any bargain, Connor, be sure to make as hard a one as you can; but for all that be honest, an' never lind a penny o' money widout interest." "I think he's wandherin'," whispered his mother. "Oh grant it may be so, marciful Jasus this day!" "Honor ahagur." "Well, darlin', what is it?"
Ah, if I had her from among you, I didn't care the divil's blazes had you all, as they will soon; an' that may be, I pray Jasus this day! Martial law! ah, bad luck to you!"
"'I thought, be Jasus, said the Irishman, just as I approached near enough to hear what was going on, 'that a man could see himself righted in a free country. "'Go to your work, said the superintendent, and if you say another word about it, I'll knock you over. "'Is it you'll knock me over, you will, began the Irishman. "He was over in a moment.
And betimes, if I should iver break me old cane fish pole, I could take this down to the river, and there, the books call it 'whipping the water. See! Cane, be Jasus! It's the Jim-dandiest little fishing rod anybody in these parts iver set eyes on. Lord! What a beauty!" He turned to Dannie and shook the shining, slender thing before his envious eyes.
No," she added, "they wouldn't send, much less come, to tell vis that; but sure we'll hear it we'll hear it; and may God give us stringth to hear it right, whether it's good or bad! Amin, Jasus, this day!" She had hardly uttered the last words, when O'Brien entered. "Young man," said this superior woman, "it's a poor welcome we can give you to a house of sorrow."
The earl confessed his offence: "but by Jasus," he added, "I would not have done it if I had not been told that my lord archbishop was inside." The insolent wit, and the danger of punishing so popular a nobleman, passed the reply as sufficient. The council laughed. "All Ireland cannot govern this earl," said one.
"That's the least o' your troubles, and mine, Tim Hennesey. Put yer trust in Jasus and loose that mizzentopsail, while I get 'em to steady the braces."
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