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Updated: August 19, 2024
Your coverin' is but light, an' you may hear the downpowrin' of rain that's in it; an' the wind, too, is risin' fast, every minute gettin' so strong, indeed, that I doubt it 'ill be a storm before it stops; an' Dan, if it 'udn't be too much, may be you'd not object to offer up one pather an' avy for the poor sowl of him that owned it, an' that was brought to his account so suddenly and so terribly.
Well, Father Tom laughed like to burst. At last, says he, "Pather Sancte," says he, "sub errore jaces. 'Looking-glass' apud nos habet significationem quamdam peculiarem ex tempore diei dependentem," there was a sthring ov accusatives for yes! "nam mane speculum sonat," says he, "post prandium vero mat mat mat sorra be in me but I disremimber the classic appellivation ov the same article.
"Oh! murdher, what'll I do?" thought Andy to himself: "sure I heerd often, if once you were within the sound of their voices, you could never get out o' their power. Oh! if I could only say a pather and ave, but I forget my prayers with the fright. Hail, Mary!
He put his hands to his face, an' wint back to th' house. "But she wint bumpin' on, Jawn, till she come up be th' house. Father Kelly was standin' out in front, an' ol' man Donahue was layin' down th' law to him about th' tariff, whin along come th' poor foolish girl with all th' kids in Bridgeport afther her. Donahue turned white. 'Say a pather an' avy quick, he says to the priest.
Wan iv thim poked his head out to light his pipe, an' he was Well, well, Timothy, ye are quite a sthranger. Ah, dear oh me, that's too ba-ad, too ba-ad. I'll tell ye what ye do. Ye rub th' hand in half iv a potato, an' say tin pather an' avy's over it ivry day f'r tin days. 'Tis a sure cure. I had wan wanst. Th' kids are thrivin', I dinnaw? That's good.
He set on th' flure, with his hands on his belt an' his face as white as stone, an' rocked to an' fro. 'Ahoo, he says, 'ahoo, but me insides has torn loose, he says, 'an' are tumblin' around, he says. 'Say a pather an' avy, says I, I was that mad f'r th' big bosthoon f'r his blatherin'. 'Say a pather an' avy, I says; f'r ye're near to death's dure, avick. 'Am I? says he, raising up.
I say, when they were washed and dressed, their friends and neighbors knelt down around them, and offered up a Pather and Ave a-piece, for the good of their sowls: when this was done, they all raised the keena, stooping over them at a half bend, clapping their hands, and praising them, as far as they could say anything good of them; and indeed, the craythurs, they were never any one's enemy but their own, so that nobody could say an ill word of either of them.
There's nothing here to be afraid of, barrin' the gray horses an' the ould cow. Come, I say. The Vargin and St. Pather presarve me! Are ye come back?
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