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"It's many a good man's case," observed Art in reply, "to take an oath against liquor, or a pledge aither, an' no disparagement to any man that does it." "He's a betther man that can keep himself sober widout it," said Toal dryly. "What do you mane by a betther man?" asked Art, somewhat significantly; "let us hear that first, Toal."
Come, Frank, here's the ould blood of Ireland the Maguires of Fermanagh! And now, Frank, I tell you, it would more become you to drink that toast, than to be sittin' there like an oracle, as you are; for upon my sowl, you're nearly as bad. But, Frank." "Well, Art." "Isn't little Toal Finnigan a civil little fellow that is is if he was well made.
Toal Finnigan, and about six or eight dissolute and drunken fellows, inhabitants of Ballykeerin, were his constant companions, and never had they a drinking bout that he was not sent for: sometimes they would meet in his own workshop, which was turned into a tap-room, and there drink the better part of the day.
Nor, perhaps, would these have been called into action, were it not through the intervention of his old friend and pot companion, Toal Finnigan.
Sure, bad luck to the thing his legs resemble but a pair of raipin' hooks, wid their backs outwards. Let us pass this subject, and come in till we drink a glass together." "And so you call my son a leprechaun, and he has legs like raipin' hooks!" "Ha, ha, ha! Come in, man alive; never mind little Toal." "Like raipin' hooks!
Augh that's the the wrist; so anyhow, here's little Toal Finnigan's health, an' I don't care what they say, I like little Toal, an' I will like little Toal; bekaise aise if if he was the divil, as as they say he is, in disguise ha, ha, ha! he has a civil tongue in his head."
Let us hear what he says himself upon it, and then we'll know." "Very well, then," replied Toal; "what do you say yourself, Art? Am I right, or am I wrong?" "You're right, Toal, sure enough; if it went to that, I don't care a curse about the world, or all Ballykeerin along wid it. I've a good business, and can set the world at defiance. If the people didn't want me, they wouldn't come to me."
"May the divil fly away wid you," replied Toal; "did you think me a manus, that I'd go to put Art Maguire wid any man that I know? Art Maguire indeed! Now, Jerry, my throoper, do you think I'm come to this time o' day, not to know that there's no man in Ballykeerin, or the parish it stands in an' that's a bigger word that could be called a betther man that Art Maguire?"
Now, be it known, that notwithstanding these disadvantages, little Toal looked upon himself as an Adonis upon a small scale, and did certainly believe that scarcely any female on whom he threw his fascinating eye could resist being enamored of him.
"Bekaise the divil a taste o' fear or terror ever was in your constitution. When Art, boys, was at school sure he an' I wor schoolfellows if he tuck a thing into his head, no matter what, jist out of a whim, he'd do it, if the divil was at the back door, or the whole world goin' to stop him." "Throth, Toal, I must say there's a great deal o' thruth in that.
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