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"Indeed, I'll not forget it, Phaddhy." "And it's yourself that may say that; but I bleeve I rubbed the consate off of your Reverence only that's betune ourselves, you persave." "You did win the palm, Phaddhy, I'll not deny it; but you are the only man that ever bet me at either of the athletics.
"I thank you," said honest Con, who, as he knew not her name, did not pretend to know it. "Well, Father Con," said Phaddhy, this is, the first time you have ever come to us this, way; but, plase God, it won't be the last, I hope."
"Oh, Phaddhy, Phaddhy!" shouted his Reverence, laughing heartily, "I done you for once I done you, my man, cute as you thought yourself: why, you nager you, did you think to put us off with punch, and you have a stocking of hard guineas hid in a hole in the wall?" "What does yer Rev'rence mane," said Phaddhy; "for myself can make no understanding out of it, at all at all?"
So saying, his Reverence for whom Phaddhy, with all his shrewdness in general, was not a match went into his room, that he might send home about four dozen of honest, good-humored, thoughtless, jovial, swearing, drinking, fighting Hibernians, free from every possible stain of sin and wickedness!
Phaddhy Sheemus Phaddhy had been, until a short time before the period in question, a very poor man; but a little previous to that event, a brother of his, who had no children, died very rich that is, for a farmer and left him his property, or, at least, the greater part of it.
"Oh! ho!" exclaimed Phaddhy, who was hit most palpably upon the weakest side the very sorest spot about him, "they think bekase this is the first station that ever was held in my house, that you won't be thrated as you ought; but they'll be disappointed; and I hope, for so far, that yer Reverence and yer friends had no rason to complain."
Before I introduce the conversation which took place between Phaddhy and Briney, as they went home, on the subject of this literary ordeal, I must observe, that there is a custom, hereditary in some Irish families, of calling fathers by their Christian names, instead of by the usual appellation of "father."
"Well, well, Phaddhy, don't put yourself in a passion about it, particularly so soon after having been at confession it's not right I told them myself, that we'd have a leg of mutton and a bottle of wine at all events for it was what they had; but that's not worth talking about when were you with the priest before Phaddhy?"
"Why, thin, I'm very much obliged to your Rev'rence for purscribin' for her," replied Phaddhy; "for, sure enough, she has neither pain nor ache, at the present time, for the best rason in the world, docthor, that she'll be dead jist seven years, if God spares your Rev'rence an' myself till to-morrow fortnight, about five o'clock in the mornin'."
It was enough for them to bate us in the law-shoot about the horse, and not to have the laugh agin at us about this." "Well, that same law-shoot is not over with them yet," said Phaddhy; "wait till the spring fair comes, and if I don't have a faction gathered that'll sweep them out of the town, why my name's not Phaddhy! But where is Matt till we sind him off?"
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