I sat against the rails of the square, studying with some curiosity little details of their etiquette, and their strange conventionalities.
A regular corps of them stood in front of me, canva.s.sing with all the eager volubility of their craft for the possession of a handsome thoroughbred pony, from which a young officer, in a cavalry undress, was about to dismount.
"I "m your own boy, Captain! I"m Tim, sir!" cried one, with a leer of most familiar intimacy.
""Tis me towld ye about Miss O"Grady, sir," shouted another, preferring another and stronger claim.
"I"m the boy caught your mare the day ye was thrown, Captain!"
insinuated a third, exhibiting a want of tact in the reminiscence that drew down many a scoff upon him from his fellows; for these ragged and starving curs had a most lively sense of the use of flattery.
"Off with you!--stand off!" said the young dragoon, in a threatening tone; "let that fellow take my mare;" and he pointed to me as I sat, a patient but unconcerned spectator of the scene. Had a medical consultation been suddenly set aside on the eve of a great surgical operation, and the "knife" committed to the unpractised hand of a new bystander, the breach of etiquette and the surprise could scarce have been greater. The gang stared at me with most undisguised contempt, and a perfect volley of abuse and irony followed me as I hastened to obey the summons.
It has been very often my fortune in life to take a position for which I neither had submitted to the usual probationary study, nor possessed the necessary acquirement; but I believe this my first step in the very humble walk of a "horse-boy" gave me more pain than ever did any subsequent one. The criticisms on my dress, my walk, my country look, my very shoes,--my critics wore none,--were all poignant and bitter; and I verily believe, such is the force of ridicule, I should have preferred the rags and squalor of the initiated, at that moment, to the warm gray frieze and blue worsted stockings of my country costume.
I listened attentively to the young officer"s directions how I was to walk his mare, and where; and then, a.s.suming a degree of indifference to sarcasm I was far from feeling, moved away from the spot in sombre dignity. The captain--the t.i.tle is generic--was absent about an hour; and when he returned, seemed so well pleased with my strict obedience to his orders that he gave me a shilling, and desired me to be punctually at the same hour and the same place on the day following.
It was now dark; the lamplighter had begun his rounds, and I was just congratulating myself that I should escape my persecutors, when I saw them approaching in a body. In an instant I was surrounded, and a.s.sailed with a torrent of questions as to who I was, where I came from, what brought me there, and, lastly, and with more eagerness than all besides,--what did "the captain" give me? As I answered this query first, the others were not pressed; and it being voted that I should expend the money on the fraternity, by way of entrance-fee, or, as they termed it, "paying my footing," away we set in a body to a distant part of the town, remote from all its better and more s.p.a.cious thoroughfares, and among a chaos of lanes and alleys called the "Liberties." If the t.i.tle were conferred for the excessive and unlimited freedoms permitted to the inhabitants, it was no misnomer. On my very entrance into it I perceived the perfect free and easy which prevailed.
A dense tide of population thronged the close, confined pa.s.sages, mostly of hodmen, bricklayers" laborers, and scavengers, with old-clothesmen, beggars, and others whose rollicking air and daring look bespoke more hazardous modes of life.
My companions wended their way through the dense throng like practised travellers, often cutting off an angle by a dive through the two doors of a whiskey shop, and occasionally making a great short-cut by penetrating through a house and the court behind it,--little exploits in geography expiated by a volley of curses from the occupants, and sometimes an admonitory brickbat in addition.
The uniform good temper they exhibited; the easy freedom with which they submitted to the rather rough jocularities of the pa.s.sers-by,--the usual salute being a smart slap on the crown of the head, administered by the handicraft tool of the individual, and this sometimes being an iron trowel or a slater"s hammer,--could not but exalt them in my esteem as the most patient set of varlets I had ever sojourned with. To my question as to why we were going so far, and whither our journey tended, I got for answer the one short reply,--"We must go to "ould Betty"s.""
Now, as I would willingly spare as much of this period"s recital to my reader as I can, I will content myself with stating that "ould Betty,"
or Betty Cobbe, was an old lady who kept a species of ordinary for the unclaimed youth of Dublin. They were fed and educated at her seminary; the washing cost little, and they were certainly "done" for at the very smallest cost, and in the most remarkably brief s.p.a.ce of time. If ever these faint memorials of a life should be read in a certain far-off land, more than one settler in the distant bush, more than one angler in the dull stream of Swan River, will confess how many of his first sharp notions of life and manners were imbibed from the training nurture of Mrs. Elizabeth Cobbe.
Betty"s proceedings, for some years before I had the honor and felicity of her acquaintance, had attracted towards her the attention of the authorities.
The Colonial Secretary had possibly grown jealous; for she had been pushing emigration to Norfolk Island on a far wider scale than ever a cabinet dreamed of; and thus had she acquired what, in the polite language of our neighbors, is phrased the "Surveillance of the Police,"--a watchful superintendence and anxious protectorate, for which, I grieve to say, she evinced the very reverse of grat.i.tude.
Betty had, in consequence, and in requirement with the spirit of the times--the most capricious spirit that ever vexed plain, old-fashioned mortals--reformed her establishment; and from having opened her doors, as before, to what, in the language of East Indian advertis.e.m.e.nts, are called "a few spirited young men," she had fallen down to that small fry who, in various disguises of vagrancy and vagabondage, infest the highways of a capital.
By these disciples she was revered and venerated; their devotion was the compensation for the world"s neglect, and so she felt it. To train them up with a due regard to the faults and follies of their better-endowed neighbors was her aim and object, and to such teaching her knowledge of Dublin life and people largely contributed.
Her original walk had been minstrelsy; she was the famous ballad-singer of Drogheda Street, in the year of the rebellion of "98. She had been half a dozen times imprisoned,--some said that she had even visited "Beresford"s riding-school," where the knout was in daily practice; but this is not so clear: certain it is, both her songs and sympathy had always been on the patriotic side. She was the terror of Protestant ascendency for many a year long.
Like Homer, she sung her own verses; or, if they were made for her, the secret of the authorship was never divulged. For several years previous to the time I now speak of, she had abandoned the Muses, save on some special and striking occasions, when she would come before the world with some lyric, which, however, did little more than bear the name of its once famed composer.
So much for the past. Now to the present history of Betty Cobbe.
In a large unceilinged room, with a great fire blazing on the hearth, over which a huge pot of potatoes was boiling, sat Betty, in a straw chair. She was evidently very old, as her snow-white hair and l.u.s.treless eye bespoke; but the fire of a truculent, unyielding spirit still warmed her blood, and the sharp, ringing voice told that she was decided to wrestle for existence to the last, and would never "give in" until fairly conquered.
Betty"s chair was the only one in the chamber: the rest of the company disposed themselves cla.s.sically in the rec.u.mbent posture, or sat, like primitive Christians, cross-legged. A long deal table, sparingly provided with wooden plates and a few spoons, occupied the middle of the room, and round the walls were several small bundles of straw, which I soon learned were the property of private individuals.
"Come along till I show ye to ould Betty," said one of the varlets to me, as he pushed his way through the crowded room; for already several other gangs had arrived, and were exchanging recognitions.
"She"s in a sweet temper, this evening," whispered another, as we pa.s.sed. "The Polis was here a while ago, and took up "Danny White," and threatened to break up the whole establishment."
"The devil a thing at all they"ll lave us of our inst.i.tu-shuns," said a bow-legged little blackguard, with the "Evening Freeman" written round his hat; for he was an attache of that journal.
"Ould Betty was crying all the evening," said the former speaker; by this time we had gained the side of the fireplace, where the old lady sat.
"Mother! mother, I say!" cried my guide, touching her elbow gently; then, stooping to her ear, he added, "Mother Betty!"
"Eh! Who"s callin" me?" said the hag, with her hand aloft. "I"m here, my Lord, neither ashamed nor afeard to say my name."
"She"s wanderin"," cried another; "she thinks she"s in Coort."
"Betty Cobbe! I say. It"s me!" said my introducer, once more.
The old woman turned fiercely round, and her dimmed and gla.s.sy eyes, bloodshot from excess and pa.s.sion, seemed to flare up into an angry gleam as she said, "You dirty thief! Is it you that"s turnin" informer agin me,--you that I took up--out of yer mother"s arms, in Green Street, when she fainted at the cutting down of yer father? Your father," added she, "that murdered old Meredith!"
The boy, a hardened and bold-featured fellow, became lividly pale, but never spoke.
"Yes, my Lord," continued she, still following the theme of her own wild fancies, "it"s James b.u.t.terley"s boy! b.u.t.terley that was hanged!" and she shook and rocked with a fiendish exultation at the exposure.
"Many of us does n"t know what bekem of our fathers!" said a sly-looking, old-fashioned creature, whose height scarcely exceeded two feet, although evidently near manhood in point of age.
"Who was yours, Mickey?" cried another.
"Father Glynn, of Luke Street," growled out the imp, with a leer.
"And yours?" said another, dragging me forward, directly in front of Betty.
"Con Cregan, of Kilbeggan," said I, boldly.
"Success to ye, ma bouchai!" said the old hag; "and so you "re a son of Con the informer." She looked sternly at me for a few seconds, and then, in a slower and more deliberate tone, added, "I "m forty years, last Lady Day, living this way, and keepin" company with all sorts of thieves, and rogues, and blaguards, and worse,--ay, far worse besides; but may I never see Glory if an informer, or his brat, was under the roof afore!"
The steadfast decision of look and voice as she spoke seemed to impress the bystanders, who fell back and gazed at me with that kind of shrinking terror which honest people sometimes exhibit at the contact of a criminal.
During the pause of some seconds, while this endured, my sense of abject debas.e.m.e.nt was at the very lowest. To be the Pariah of such a society was indeed a most distinctive infamy.
"Are ye ashamed of yer father? Tell me that!" cried the hag, shaking me roughly by one shoulder.
"It is not here, and before the like of these," said I, looking round at the ragged, unwashed a.s.semblage, "that I should feel shame! or if I did, it is to find myself among them!"
"That"s my boy! that"s my own spirited boy!" cried the old woman, dragging me towards her. "Faix, I seen the time we "d have made somethin" out of you. Howld yer tongues, ye vagabonds! the child"s right,--yer a dirty mean crew! Them!" said she, pointing to me, "them was the kind of chaps I used to have, long ago; that was n"t afeard of all the Beresfords, and Major Sirr, and the rest of them. Singing every night on Carlisle Bridge, "The Wearin" of the Green," or "Tra-lal-la, the French is coming;" and when they wor big and grown men, ready and willing to turn out for ould Ireland. Can you read, avick?"
"Yes, and write," answered I, proudly.
"To be sure ye can," muttered she, half to herself; "is it an informer"s child,--not know the first rules of his trade!"
"Tear and ages, mother!" cried out the decrepit imp called Mickey, "we "re starvin" for the meat!"
"Sarve it up!" shouted the hag, with a voice of command; and she gave three knocks with her crutch on the corner of the table.
Never was command more promptly obeyed. A savory mess of that smoking compound called "Irish stew" was ladled out on the trenchers, and speedily disposed around the table, which at once was surrounded by the guests,--a place being made for myself by an admonitory stroke of Betty"s crutch on the red head of a very hungry juvenile who had jostled me in his anxiety to get near the table.
Our meal had scarcely drawn to its close when the plates were removed, and preparations made for a new party; nor had I time to ask the reason, when a noisy buzz of voices without announced the coming of a numerous throng. In an instant they entered; a number of girls, of every age, from mere child to womanhood,--a ragged, tattered, reckless-looking set of creatures, whose wild, high spirits not even direst poverty could subdue. While some exchanged greetings with their friends of the other s.e.x, others advanced to talk to Betty, or stood to warm themselves around the fire, until their supper, a similar one to our own, was got ready. My curiosity as to whence they came in such a body was satisfied by learning that they were employed at the "Mendicity Inst.i.tution"