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Updated: June 15, 2025
Here, Denis, let yourself and Mat go home wid Father Philemy." "Good-night, Katty," said Father Con "Good-night: and may our blessing sanctify you all." "Good-night, Father Con, ahagur," replied Katty; "and for goodness' sake see that they take care of Father Philemy, for it's himself that's the blessed and holy crathur, and the pleasant gintleman out and out."
"Well, Briney," said she, turning abruptly to the son, "don't take patthern by that man, if you expect to do any good; let him be a warning to you to mind yer duty, and respect yer clargy and prepare yerself, now that I think of it, to go to Father Philemy or Father Con on Thursday: but don't be said or led by that man, for I'm sure I dunna how he intends to face the Man above when he laves this world and to keep from his duty, and to spake of his clargy as he does!"
Father Philemy ex officio, filled the chair he was a small man with cherub cheeks as red as roses, black twinkling eyes, and double chin; was of the fat-headed genus, and, if phrenologists be correct, must have given indications of early piety, for he was bald before his time, and had the organ of veneration standing visible on his crown; his hair from having once been black, had become an iron gray, and hung down behind his ears, resting on the collar of his coat according to the old school, to which, I must remark, he belonged, having been educated on the Continent.
Beside Father Con sat "Pettier Malone," a "young collegian," who had been sent home from Maynooth to try his native air, for the recovery of his health, which was declining. He arrived only a few minutes after Father Philemy, and was a welcome reinforcement to Phaddhy, in the arduous task of sustaining the conversation with suitable credit.
"And what, wid submission, did you fight our battles about, yer Reverence?" inquired Phaddhy. "Yesterday evening, in Parrah More Slevin's, they had him a miser, and yourself they set down as very little better." "Then I don't think I desarved that from Parrah More, anyhow, Father Philemy; I think I can show myself as dacent as Parrah More or any of his faction."
"You blackguard, you!" exclaimed Father Philemy, "take that how dare you attempt to prompt any person that I'm examining?" Those who stood around Kelly now fell back to a safe distance, and all was silence, terror, and trepidation once more. "Come, Kelly, go on the eighth?" Kelly was still silent. "Why, you ninny you, didn't you repeat it just now.
"Bliss us!" exclaimed the country people, as they passed, "what on airth can be the matther with Father Philemy and Father Con, that they're abusing wan another at sich a rate!" "Oh!" exclaimed another, "it's apt to be a sick call, and they're thrying, maybe, to be there before the body grows cowld."
Whin myself goes to Father Philemy, somehow or other, I totally disremember more nor wan half of what I intinded to tell him, but Father Con misses nothing, for he axes it." When the last observation was finished, Father Con, finding that the usual hour for breakfast had arrived, came into the kitchen, to prepare for the celebration of mass.
There were first Fathers Philemy, Con, and the Auxiliary from the far part of the diocese; next followed Captain Wilson, Peter Malone, and Father Philemy's two nephews; after these came Phaddhy himself, Parrah More Slevin, with about two dozen more of the most remarkable and uncouth personages that could sit down to table.
"But, Father Con, wid submission," said Katty, "where's Father Philemy from us? sure, we expected him along wid you, and he wouldn't go to disappoint us?" "Oh, you needn't fear that, Katty," replied Father Con; "he'll be here presently before breakfast, I'll engage for him at any rate; but he had a touch of the headache this morning, and wasn't able to rise so early as I was."
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