"n.o.body says aginst that, Mrs. Moan," replied the other; "it"s all fair, an" nothin" else."
"A midwife"s nuttin" in your eyes, we suppose," rejoined Mrs. Moan; "but maybe"s there"s thim belongin" to you could tell to the contrary."
"Oblaged to you, we suppose, for your sarvices--an" we"re not denyin"
that, aither."
"For me sarvices--maybe thim same sarvices wasn"t very sweet or treaclesome to some o" thim," she rejoined, with a mysterious and somewhat indignant toss of the head.
"Well, well," said the other in a friendly tone, "that makes no maxims one way or the other, only dhrink this--sure we"re not goin" to quarrel about it, any how."
"G.o.d forbid, Honora More! but sure it ud ill become me to hear my own corree--no, no, avourneen," she exclaimed, putting hack the gla.s.s; "I can"t take it this--a--way; it doesn"t agree wid me; you must put a grain o" shugar an" a dhrop o" bilin" wather to it. It may do very well hard for the sarvints, but I"m not used to it."
"I hird that myself afore," observed Nogher, "that she never dhrinks hard whiskey. Well, myself never tasted punch but wanst, an" be goxty its great dhrink. Death alive, Honora More," he continued, in his most insinuating manner, "make us all a sup. Sure, blood alive, this is not a common night, afther what G.o.d has sint us: Fardorougha himself would allow you, if he was here; deed, be dad, he as good as promised me he would; an" you know we have the young customer"s health to drink yet."
"Throth, an" you ought," said the mid-wife; "the boy says nuttin" but the thruth--it"s not a common night; an" if G.o.d has given Fardorougha substance, he shouldn"t begridge a little, if it was only to show a grateful heart."
"Well, well," said Honora More--which means great Honora, in opposition to her daughter, Fardorougha"s wife; this being an epithet adopted for the purpose of contradistinguishing the members of a family when called by the same name--"Well," said she, "I suppose it"s as good. My own heart, dear knows, is not in a thrifle, only I have my doubts about Fardorougha. However, what"s done can"t be undone; so, once we mix it, he"ll be too late to spake if he comes in, any way."
The punch was accordingly mixed, and they were in the act of sitting down to enjoy themselves with more comfort when Fardorougha entered.
As before, he was silent and disturbed, neither calm nor stern, but laboring, one would suppose, under strong feelings of a decidedly opposite character. On seeing the punch made, his brow gathered into something like severity; he looked quickly at his mother-in-law, and was about to speak, but, pausing a moment, he sat down, and after a little time said in a kind voice--
"It"s right, it"s right--for his sake, an" on his account, have it; but, Honora, let there be no waste."
"Sure we had to make it for Mrs. Moan whether or not," said his mother-in-law, "she can"t drink it hard, poor woman."
Mrs. Moan, who had gone to see her patient, having heard his voice again, made her appearance with the child in her arms, and with all the importance which such a burden usually bestows upon persons of her calling.
"Here," said she, presenting him the infant, "take a proper look at this fellow. That I may never, if a finer swaddy ever crossed my hands.
Throth if you wor dead tomorrow he"d be mistaken for you--your born image--the sorra thing else--eh alanna--the Lord loves my son--faix, you"ve daddy"s nose upon you anyhow--an" his chin to a turn. Oh, thin, Fardorougha, but there"s many a couple rowlin" in wealth that "ud be proud to have the likes of him; an" that must die an" let it all go to strangers, or to them that doesn"t care about them, "ceptin" to get grabbin" at what they have, that think every day a year that they"re above the sod. What! manim-an--kiss your child, man alive. That I may never, but he looks at the darlin" as if it was a sod of turf. Throth you"re not worthy of havin" such a bully."
Fardorougha, during this dialogue, held the child in his arms and looked upon it earnestly as before, but without betraying any visible indication of countenance that could enable a spectator to estimate the nature of what pa.s.sed within him. At length there appeared in his eye a barely perceptible expression of benignity, which, however, soon pa.s.sed away, and was replaced by a shadow of gloom and anxiety. Nevertheless, in compliance with the commands of the midwife, he kissed its lips, after which the servants all gathered round it, each lavishing upon the little urchin those hyperbolical expressions of flattery, which, after all, most parents are willing to receive as something approximating to gospel truth.
"Bedad," said Nogher, "that fellow "ill be the flower o" the Donovans, if G.o.d spares him--be goxty, I"ll engage he"ll give the purty girls many a sore heart yet--he"ll play the d.i.c.kens wid "em, or I"m not here--a wough! do you hear how the young rogue gives tongue at that? the sorra one o" the shaver but knows what I"m savin"."
Nogher always had an eye to his own comfort, no matter under what circ.u.mstances he might be placed. Having received the full gla.s.s, he grasped his master"s hand, and in the usual set phrases, to which, however, was added much extempore matter of his own, he drank the baby"s health, congratulating the parents, in his own blunt way, upon this accession to their happiness. The other servants continued to pour out their praises in terms of delight and astonishment at his accomplishments and beauty, each, in imitation of Nogher, concluding with a toast in nearly the same words.
How sweet from all other lips is the praise of those we love!
Fardorougha, who, a moment before, looked upon his infant"s face with an unmoved countenance, felt incapable of withstanding the flattery of his own servants when uttered in favor of the child. His eye became complacent, and while Nogher held his hand, a slight pressure in return was proof sufficient that his heart beat in accordance with the hopes they expressed of all that the undeveloped future might bestow upon him.
When their little treat was over, the servants withdrew for the night, and Fardorougha himself, still laboring under an excitement so complicated and novel, retired rather to shape his mind to some definite tone of feeling than to seek repose.
How strange is life, and how mysteriously connected is the woe or the weal of a single family with the great ma.s.s of human society! We beg the reader to stand with us upon a low, sloping hill, a little to the left of Fardorougha"s house, and, after having solemnized his heart by a glance at the starry gospel of the skies, to cast his eye upon the long, white-washed dwelling, as it shines faintly in the visionary distance of a moonlight night. How full of tranquil beauty is the hour, and how deep the silence, except when it is broken by the loud baying of the watch-dog, as he barks in sullen fierceness at his own echo! Or perhaps there is nothing heard but the sugh of the mountain river, as with booming sound it rises and falls in the distance, filling the ear of midnight with its wild and continuous melody. Look around, and observe the spirit of repose which sleeps on the face of nature; think upon the dream of human life, and of all the inexplicable wonders which are read from day to day in that miraculous page--the heart of man. Neither your eye nor imagination need pa.s.s beyond that humble roof before you, in which it is easy to perceive, by the lights pa.s.sing at this unusual hour across the windows, that there is something added either to their joy or to their sorrow. There is the mother, in whose heart was acc.u.mulated the unwasted tenderness of years, forgetting all the past in the first intoxicating influence of an unknown ecstasy, and looking to the future with the eager aspirations of affection. There is the husband, too, for whose heart the lank devil of the avaricious--the famine-struck G.o.d of the miser--is even now contending with the almost extinguished love which springs up in a father"s bosom on the sight of his first-born.
Reader, who can tell whether the entrancing visions of the happy mother, or the gloomy antic.i.p.ations of her apprehensive husband, are most prophetic of the destiny which is before their child. Many indeed and various are the hopes and fears felt under that roof, and deeply will their lights and shadows be blended in the life of the being whose claims are so strong upon their love. There, for some time past the lights in the window have appeared less frequently--one by one we presume the inmates have gone to repose--no other is now visible--the last candle is extinguished, and this humble section of the great family of man is now at rest with the veil of a dark and fearful future unlifted before them.
There is not perhaps in the series of human pa.s.sions any one so difficult to be eradicated out of the bosom as avarice, no matter with what seeming moderation it puts itself forth, or under what disguise it may appear. And among all its cold-blooded characteristics there is none so utterly unaccountable as that frightful dread of famine and ultimate starvation, which is also strong in proportion to the impossibility of its ever being realized. Indeed, when it arrives to this we should not term it a pa.s.sion, but a malady, and in our opinion the narrow-hearted patient should be prudently separated from society, and treated as one laboring under an incurable species of monomania.
During the few days that intervened between our hero"s birth and his christening, Fardorougha"s mind was engaged in forming some fixed principle by which to guide his heart in the conflict that still went on between avarice and affection. In this task he imagined that the father predominated over the miser almost without a struggle; whereas, the fact was, that the subtle pa.s.sion, ever more ingenious than the simple one, changed its external character, and came out in the shape of affectionate forecast and provident regard for the wants and prospects of his child. This gross deception of his own heart he felt as a relief; for, though smitten with the world, it did not escape him that the birth of his little one, all its circ.u.mstances considered, ought to have caused him to feel an enjoyment unalloyed by the care and regret which checked his sympathies as a parent. Neither was conscience itself altogether silent, nor the blunt remonstrances of his servants wholly without effect. Nay, so completely was his judgment overreached that he himself attributed this anomalous state of feeling to a virtuous effort of Christian duty, and looked upon the encroachments which a desire of saving wealth had made on his heart as a manifest proof of much parental attachment. He consequently loved his wealth through the medium of his son, and laid it down as a fixed principle that every act of parsimony on his part was merely one of prudence, and had the love of a father and an affectionate consideration for his child"s future welfare to justify it.
The first striking instance of this close and griping spirit appeared upon an occasion which seldom fails to open, in Ireland at least, all the warm and generous impulses of our mature. When his wife deemed it necessary to make those hospitable preparations for their child"s christening, which are so usual in the country, he treated her intention of complying with this old custom as a direct proof--of unjustifiable folly and extravagance--nay, his remonstrance with her exhibited such remarkable good sense and prudence, that it was a matter of extreme difficulty to controvert it, or to perceive that it originated from any other motive than a strong interest in the true welfare of their child.
"Will our wasting meat and money, an" for that matthur health and time, on his christenin", aither give him more health or make us love him betther? It"s not the first time; Honora, that I"ve heard yourself make little of some of our nabors for goin" beyant their ability in gettin"
up big christenins. Don"t be foolish now thin when it comes to your own turn."
The wife took the babe up, and, after having gazed affectionately on its innocent features, replied to him, in a voice of tenderness and reproof--
"G.o.d knows, Fardorougha, an" if I do act wid folly, as you call it, in gettin" ready his christenin", surely, surely you oughtn"t to blame the mother for that. Little I thought, acushla oge, that your own father "ud begrudge you as good a christenin" as is put over any other nabor"s child. I"m afraid, Fardorougha, he"s not as much in your heart as he ought to be."
"It"s a bad proof of love for him, Honora, to put to the bad what may an" would be serviceable to him hereafter. You only think for the present; but I can"t forget that he"s to be settled in the world, an"
you know yourself what poor means we have o" doin" that, an" that if we begin to be extravagant an" wasteful, bekase G.o.d has sent him, we may beg wid him afore long."
"There"s no danger of us beggin" wid him. No," she continued, the pride of the mother having been touched, "my boy will never beg--no, avourneen--you never will--nor shame or disgrace will never come upon him aither. Have you no trust in G.o.d, Fardorougha?"
"G.o.d never helps them that neglect themselves, Honora."
"But if it was plasing to His will to remove him from us, would you ever forgive yourself not lettin" him have a christenin" like another child?"
rejoined the persevering mother.
"The priest," replied the good man, "will do as much for the poor child as the rich; there"s but one sacrament for both; anything else is waste, as I said, an" I won"t give in to it. You don"t considher that your way of it "ud spend as much in one day as "ud clothe him two or three years."
"May I never sin this day, Fardorougha, but one "ud think you"re tired of him already. By not givin" in to what"s dacent you know you"ll only fret me--a thing that no man wid half a heart "ud do to any woman supportin" a babby as I am. A fretted nurse makes a child sick, as Molly Moan tould you before she went; so that it"s not on my own account I"m spakin", but on his--poor, weeny pet--the Lord love him! Look at his innocent purty little face, an" how can you have the heart, Fardorougha?
Come, avourneen, give way to me this wanst; throth, if you do, you"ll see how I"ll nurse him, an" what a darlin" lump o" sugar I"ll have him for you in no time!"
He paused a little at this delicate and affecting appeal of the mother; but, except by a quick glance that pa.s.sed from her to their child, it was impossible to say whether or not it made any impression on his heart, or in the slightest degree changed his resolution.
"Well, well," said he, "let me alone now. I"ll think of it. I"ll turn it over an" see what"s best to be done; do you the same, Honora, an" may be your own sinse will bring you to my side of the question at last."
The next day, his wife renewed the subject with unabated anxiety; but, instead of expressing any change in her favor, Fardorougha declined even to enter into it at all. An evasive reply was all she could extract from him, with an a.s.surance that he would in a day or two communicate the resolution to which he had finally come. She perceived, at once, that the case was hopeless, and, after one last ineffectual attempt to bring him round, she felt herself forced to abandon it. The child, therefore, much to the mother"s mortification, was baptized without a christening, unless the mere presence of the G.o.dfather and G.o.dmother, in addition to Fardorougha"s own family, could be said to const.i.tute one.
Our readers, perhaps, are not aware that a cause of deep anxiety, hitherto unnoticed by us, operated with latent power upon Fardorougha"s heart. But so strong in Ireland is the beautiful superst.i.tion--if it can with truth be termed so--that children are a blessing only when received as such, that, even though supported by the hardest and most shameless of all vices, avarice, Fardorougha had not nerve to avow this most unnatural source for his distress. The fact, however, was, that, to a mind so const.i.tuted, the apprehension of a large family was in itself a consideration, which he thought might, at a future period of their lives, reduce both him and his to starvation and death. Our readers may remember Nogher M"Cormick"s rebuke to him, when he heard Fardorougha allude to this; and so accessible was he then to the feeling, that, on finding his heart at variance with it, he absolutely admitted his error, and prayed to G.o.d that he might be enabled to overcome it.
It was, therefore, on the day after the baptism of young Connor, for so had the child been called after his paternal grandfather, that, as a justification for his own conduct in the matter of the christening, he disclosed to his wife, with much reluctance and embarra.s.sment, this undivulged source of his fears for the future, alleging it as a just argument for his declining to be guided by her opinion.
The indignant sympathies of the mother abashed, on this occasion, the miserable and calculating impiety of the husband; her reproaches were open and unshrinking, and her moral sense of his conduct just and beautiful.
"Fardorougha," said she, "I thought, up to this time, to this day, that there was nothing in your heart but too much of the world; but now I"m afeard, if G.o.d hasn"t sed it, that the devil himself"s there. You"re frettin" for "fraid of a family; but has G.o.d sent us any but this one yet? No--an" I wouldn"t be surprised, if the Almighty should punish your guilty heart, by making the child he gave you, a curse, instead of a blessin". I think, as it is, he has brought little pleasure to you for so far, and, if your heart hardens as he grows up, it"s more unhappy you"ll get every day you live."
"That"s very fine talk, Honora; but to people in our condition, I can"t see any very great blessin" in a houseful of childre. If we"re able to provide for this one, we"ll have raison to be thankful widout wishin"
for more."
"It"s my opinion, Fardorougha, you don"t love the child."
"Change that opinion, then, Honora; I do love the child; but there"s no needcessity for blowin it about to every one I meet. If I didn"t love him, I wouldn"t feel as I do about all the hardships that may be before him. Think of what a bad sason, or a failure of the c.r.a.ps, might bring us all to. G.o.d grant that we mayn"t come to the bag and staff before he"s settled in the world at all, poor thing."
"Oh, very well, Fardorougha; you may make yourself as unhappy as you like; for me, I"ll put my trust in the Saviour of the world for my child. If you can trust in any one better than G.o.d, do so."
"Honora, there"s no use in this talk--it"ll do nothing aither for him or us--besides, I have no more time to discoorse about it."
He then left her; but, as she viewed his dark, inflexible features ere he went, an oppressive sense of something not far removed from affliction weighed her down. The child had been asleep in her arms during the foregoing dialogue, and, after his father had departed, she placed him in the cradle, and, throwing the corner of her blue ap.r.o.n over her shoulder, she rocked him into a sounder sleep, swaying herself at the same time to and fro, with that inward sorrow, of which, among the lower cla.s.ses of Irish females, this motion is uniformly expressive.