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Updated: May 17, 2025
"Never fear for that," says his Riv'rence, "I've a good stick ov surds here in the bottle; for I tell you it will take us a long time to exthract the root ov it, at the rate we're going on." "What makes you call the blessed quart an irrational quantity?" says the Pope. "Because it's too much for one and too little for two," says his Riv'rence.
Then Father Tom held the coal himself till his Holiness had the pipe lit; and they sat widout saying anything worth mentioning for about five minutes. At last the Pope says to his Riv'rence, "I dunna what gev me this plaguy hiccup," says he. "Dhrink about," says he "Begorra," he says, "I think I'm getting merrier'an's good for me. Sing us a song, your Riv'rence," says he.
"Go down out o' this," says he, to Miss Eliza, "and do you be packing off wid you," he says to Father Tom, "for it's not safe, so it isn't, to have the likes ov you in a house where there's temptation in your way." "Is it me?" says his Riv'rence; "why what would your Holiness be at, at all? Sure I wasn't doing no such thing."
"Well, then," says the Pope, "since we've got the reality, there's no use throubling ourselves wid the accidents." "O, begad," says his Riv'rence, "the accidents is very essential too; for a man may be in the best ov good sperits, as far as his immaterial part goes, and yet need the accidental qualities ov good liquor to hunt the sinsible thirst out ov him."
"You'll excuse me," says the Pope, pocketing his money, "for we put the clock half an hour back, out ov compliment to your Riv'rence," says he, "and it was Sathurday morning afore he came up at all." "Well, it's no matther," says his Riv'rence, putting back his pound-note in his pocket-book.
"Verum est pro te, it's thrue for you," says his Riv'rence, forgetting the idyim ov the Latin phwraseology in a manner. "Prava est tua Latinitas, domine," says the Pope, finding fault like wid his etymology. "Parva culpa mihi," "small blame to me, that's," says his Riv'rence, "nam multum laboro in partibus interioribus," says he the dear man! that never was at a loss for an excuse!
"Well," says his Riv'rence, "a broiled bone 'ud do no manner ov harm at this present time; but a smoke," says he, "'ud flavor both the devil and the dhrink." "What sort o' tobaccay is it that's in it?" says the Pope. "Raal nagur-head," says his Riv'rence, "a very mild and salubrious spacies ov the philosophic weed." "Then, I don't care if I do take a dhraw," says the Pope.
And he put his knuckles in his mouth, and gev a whistle that made the Pope stop his fingers in his ears. The aycho, my dear, was hardly done playing wid the cobwebs in the cornish, when the door flies open, and in jumps Spring. The Pope happened to be sitting next the door, betuxt him and his Riv'rence, and, may I never die, if he didn't clear him, thriple crown and all, at one spring.
"'Pon my secret honor," says his Riv'rence, "I'm raally glad to see your Holiness set so much to your satiswhaction; especially," says he, "as, for fear ov accidents, I tuck the liberty of fetching the fellow ov that small vesshel," says he, "in my other coat-pocket. So devil a fear of our running dhry till the but-end of the evening, anyhow," says he.
"Why," says his Riv'rence, "as there is no sich passidges I make myself mighty asy about them; but if you want to know how I dispose ov them," says he, "just repate one ov them, and I'll show you how to catapomphericate it in two shakes."
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