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My father fitted me out pretty handsomely, telling all the tradesmen that their bills should be paid with my first prize-money, and thus, by promises and blarney, he got credit for all I wanted. At last all was ready: Father M'Grath gave me his blessing, and told me that if I died like an O'Brien, he would say a power of masses for the good of my soul.
On the other hand, it is good news; for it prevents me from decoying that poor young girl, and making her believe what will never come to pass; and I am not a little glad on that score, for Father M'Grath was told by those who were about her, that she did nothing but weep and moan for two days before she went away, scolded as she was by her mother, and threatened by that blackguard O'Toole.
"'Then you have had your share of heaven; for I'll keep you out of it, you wicked monster, said Father M'Grath 'take that now. "'If it's no better than a midshipman's berth, replied I, 'I'd just as soon stay out; but I'll creep in in spite of you take that now, Father M'Grath.
"'Counsellor, said he, 'handsel. "'What do you mean? said I, jumping out of bed. 'What is it, you villain? "'A brief. "'A brief. So I see; but it's for Counsellor Kinshella, below stairs. That was the first name written on it. "'Bethershin, said he, 'Mr. M'Grath bid me give it to you carefully.
I'm a true O'Brien, tell my mother, and don't mane to turn Protestant, but uphold the religion of my country; although the devil may take Father M'Grath and his holy water to boot. I sha'n't come and see you, as perhaps you may have another stool ready for my head, and may take better aim next time. So no more at present from your affectionate son, 'TERENCE O'BRIEN."
"Well, but, O'Brien, what is to become of the poor girl?" "She is going home to be with my father and mother, hoping one day that I shall come back and marry her. I have written to Father M'Grath, to see what he can do." "Have you then not undeceived her?" "Father M'Grath must do that, I could not. It would have been the death of her.
I'll go down to my cabin directly, and write to Father M'Grath, telling him the whole affair, and desiring him to ferret him out, and watch him narrowly, and I'll bet you a dozen of claret, that in less than a week he'll find him out, and will dog him to the last. He'll get hold of his Irish servants, and you little know the power that a priest has in our country.
I shall first run down to Plymouth and hoist my pennant; then I shall ask for a fortnight's leave, and go to Ireland to see how they get on, and what Father M'Grath may be about. So, Peter, let's pass this evening as happily as we can; for though you and I shall soon meet again, yet it may be years, or perhaps never, that we three shall sit down on the same sofa as we do now."
The husband's name is, of course, O'Sullivan; so I'd recommend you to take a coach and see what you can do in that quarter; in the meantime I'll try all I can for the truth in this, and will write again as soon as I can find out anything more. All I want to do is to get Father M'Grath to go to the old devil of a mother, and I'll answer for it, he'll frighten her into swearing anything.
Father M'Grath is a worldly man; but that only proves that he is wrong, not that our religion is and I don't mind speaking to you on this subject.
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