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Updated: June 11, 2025
How far this "pride of profession" extends is well illustrated by the Pittsburgh story of the street scrapers at their noon repast. MacCarthy, recently deceased, was the subject of eulogy, one going so far as to assert that he was "the best man that ever scraped a hoe on Liberty Street."
Here was placed the holy chalice that held the sacred wine, And the gold cross from the altar, and the relics from the shrine, And the mitre shining brighter with its diamonds than the east, And the crozier of the pontiff, and the vestments of the priest. D.F. MacCarthy. This was the time when the High Crosses of Ireland were carved and set up.
Lords Muskerry and Clanmaliere, with Maccarthy Reagh, whether they owed it to their innocence or to the influence of friends, had the good fortune to be acquitted; the mother of Colonel Fitzpatric was burnt; Lord Mayo, colonels Tool, Bagnal, and about two hundred more, suffered death by the axe or by the halter.
I doubt whether I should ever have made the plunge if it had not been for the interest which Mr. Desmond MacCarthy took in Butler and his writings.
I see it in the hope of Allison and Wilson, in the defiance of MacCarthy, in the doubt of Martin, and most of all in the despair of Audubon. For he is right to despair of the only life he knows, the life of the world whose fruits are dust and ashes. He drifts on a midnight ocean, unlighted by stars, and tossed by the winds of disappointment, sorrow, sickness, irreparable loss.
At first, he seemed surprised at the visible shock and tremor and involuntary sense of repulsion which this odious suggestion awakened on all sides then he slowly realized that he had made a mistake; and, for once, this readiest of debaters was nonplussed, and even a little abashed. Mr. MacCarthy followed Mr.
'His honor may say it twice, says I to meself, 'or as many times as he likes, but you'll never go into that cellar twice, Jack, me fine boy. "So Jack went about his work, and the dinner went all well enough, till late in the evenin', when old MacCarthy rang the bell three times, and off started Jack for the cellar, wid a basket to bring back the wine.
One day things came to a crisis. "No more trips on the dear old boat for a month," Aldith remarked, from her corner of the cabin. "This is appalling! Whatever do you mean, Miss MacCarthy?" James Graham said, with exaggerated despair in his voice. "Monsieur H has given the class a month's holiday. He is going to Melbourne," Aldith returned, with a sigh.
Aldith's pert, sprightly manner pleased him, and in a very short time they had got to the period of passing notes into each other's hands and sighing sentimentally. Not that the notes contained much harm, they were generally of rather a formal character. "My dear' Miss MacCarthy," one would run "Why were you not on the boat yesterday?
'Who are ye, anyway, and what are ye doin' there? "'Sure, your honor, says I, 'a'n't we goin' to move to-morrow, and it's not the likes of a kind man like you that would be wishin' to lave poor little Naggeneen behind. "'Is that the way of it? says MacCarthy. 'Well, if you're agoin' to move wid us, I see no use in movin' at all.
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