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"Well, Father Philemy," said Phaddhy, "as he won't sing, may be, wid submission he'd examine Briney in his Latin, till his mother and I hear how's he doing at it." "Ay, he's fond of dabbling at Latin, so he may try him I'm sure I have no objection : so, Captain, as I was telling you "
And Father Philemy, maybe it's myself didn't put the thrick upon you in the Maragy More, about Katty's death ha, ha, ha! Jack M'Craner, yer health all yer healths, and yer welcome here, if you war seven times as many. Briney, where are you, ma bouchal? Come up and shake hands wid yer father, as well as another come up, acushla, and kiss me.
"Why, yer Reverence," replied Katty, "he's got a little unwell, and jist laid down his head a bit." "Katty," said Father Con, "you had better get a couple of the men to accompany Father Philemy home; for though the night's clear, he doesn't see his way very well in the dark poor man, his eye-sight's failing him fast." "Then, the more's the pity, Father Con.
"Not a doubt of it, Phaddhy," said Father Philemy to Phaddhy, whom he had been addressing at the time, "not a doubt of it; and I'll do everything in my power to get him in* too, and I am told he is bright." * That is into Maynooth college the great object of ambition to the son of an Irish peasant or rather to his parent. "Uncle," said one of the nephews, "this gentleman is speaking to you."
Ah, Briney, my poor fellow, ye'll never be the cut of a man yer father was; but no matther, avourneen, ye'll be a betther man, I hope; and God knows you may asy be that, for Father Philemy, I'm not what I ought to be, yer Reverence; however, I may mend, and will, maybe, before a month of Sundays goes over me: but, for all that, Briney, I hope to see the day when you'll be sitting an ordained priest at my own table; if I once saw that, I could die contented so mind yer larning, acushla, and, his Reverence here will back you, and make inthorest to get you into the college.
"If I wasn't able, it would be another thing, but as long as I'm able, I'll let them know that I've the spirit" said Phaddhy, smarting under the implication of niggardliness "when was I at confession before, Father Philemy? Why, then, dear forgive me, not these five years; and I'd surely be the first of the family that would show a mane spirit, or a want of hospitality."
"Here, Briney," said Father Philemy, handing him his tumbler, "take a pull of this and if you have any courage at all in you it will raise it; take a good pull." Briney hesitated. "Why, but you take the glass out of his Reverence's hand, sarrah," said the father "what! is it without dhrinking his Reverence's health first?"
Father Con was a tall, muscular, able-bodied young man, with an immensely broad pair of shoulders, of which he was vain; his black hair was cropped close, except a thin portion of it which was trimmed quite evenly across his eyebrows; he was rather bow-limbed, and when walking looked upwards, holding out his elbows from his body, and letting the lower parts of his arms fall down, so that he went as if he carried a keg under each; his coat, though not well made, was of the best glossy broadcloth and his long clerical boots went up about his knees like a dragoon's; there was an awkward stiffness about him, in very good keeping with a dark melancholy cast of countenance, in which, however, a man might discover an air of simplicity not to be found in the visage of his superior Father Philemy.
Our readers will admire the tact with which Father Philemy worked upon the rival feeling between the factions; but, independently of this, there is a generous hospitality in an Irish peasant which would urge him to any stratagem, were it even the disposal of his only cow, sooner than incur the imputation of a narrow, or, as he himself terms it, "undacent" or "nagerly" spirit.
"Why, I'll translate all the Protestants into asses, and then we'll get our hands red of them altogether." "Well, that flogs for cuteness, and it's a wondher the clargy* doesn't do it, and them has the power; for 'twould give us pace entirely. But, Briney, will you speak in Latin to Father Philemy on Thursday?"
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