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Updated: June 8, 2025
The next day, before his honour was up, somebody comes with a double knock at the door, and I was greatly surprised to see it was my son Jason. 'Jason, is it you? said I; 'what brings you to the Lodge? says I. 'Is it my Lady Rackrent? We know that already since yesterday. 'Maybe so, says he; 'but I must see Sir Condy about it. 'You can't see him yet, says I; 'sure he is not awake.
When they heard Sir Condy was going to leave Castle Rackrent for good and all, they set up such a whillaluh as brought all their parents round the doors in great anger against Jason. I was frightened, and went back to warn my son. He grew quite pale and asked Sir Condy what he'd best do. "I'll tell you," says Sir Condy, laughing to see his fright.
There was then a great silence in Castle Rackrent, and I went moping from room to room, hearing the doors clap for want of right locks, and the wind through the broken windows, that the glazier never would come to mend, and the rain coming through the roof and best ceilings all over the house for want of the slater, whose bill was not paid, besides our having no slates or shingles for that part of the old building which was shingled and burnt when the chimney took fire, and had been open to the weather ever since.
'My Lady Rackrent! says Sir Condy, in a surprise; 'why it's but two days since we parted, as you very well know, Thady, in her full health and spirits, and she, and her maid along with her, going to Mount Juliet's Town on her jaunting-car. 'She'll never ride no more on her jaunting-car, said Judy, 'for it has been the death of her, sure enough. And is she dead then? says his honour.
It is not all at once that Farmhill has become a sort of dreary edition of Castle Rackrent, oppressing the mind with almost inexpressible gloom. The owner's feud with her tenants began long before the Land League was known.
Sir Condy Rackrent, by the grace of God heir-at-law to the Castle Rackrent estate, was a remote branch of the family: born to little or no fortune of his own, he was bred to the bar; at which, having many friends to push him, and no mean natural abilities of his own, he doubtless would, in process of time, if he could have borne the drudgery of that study, have been rapidly made king's counsel, at the least; but things were disposed of otherwise, and he never went the circuit but twice, and then made no figure for want of a fee, and being unable to speak in public.
This much I thought it lay upon my conscience to say, in justice to my poor master's memory. 'Tis an ill wind that blows nobody no good the same wind that took the Jew Lady Rackrent over to England, brought over the new heir to Castle Rackrent.
How impossible it would be for you to conceive, even if I could describe, the careless desolation which pervaded the whole place; the shaggy unkempt grounds we passed through to approach the house; the ruinous, rackrent, tumble-down house itself, the untidy, slatternly all but beggarly appearance of the mistress of the mansion herself.
'My Lady Rackrent, I'm sure, has baubles and keepsakes enough, as those bills on the table will show, says Jason; 'but whatever it is, says he, taking up his pen, 'we must add it to the balance, for to be sure it can't be paid for.
There was then a great silence in Castle Rackrent, and I went moping from room to room, hearing the doors clap for want of right locks, and the wind through the broken windows, that the glazier never would come to mend, and the rain coming through the roof and best ceilings all over the house for want of the slater, whose bill was not paid, besides our having no slates or shingles for that part of the old building which was shingled and burnt when the chimney took fire, and had been open to the weather ever since.
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