Paddy Finn.
by W. H. G. Kingston.
CHAPTER ONE.
THE HOME OF MY ANCESTORS.
"The top of the morning to you, Terence," cried the major, looking down upon me from the window of his bedroom.
I was standing in front of the castle of Ballinahone--the seat of the O"Finnahans, my ancestors--on the banks of the beautiful Shannon, enjoying the fresh air of the early morning.
"Send Larry up, will you, with a jug of warm water for shaving; and, while I think of it, tell Biddy to brew me a cup of hot coffee. It will be some time before breakfast is ready, and my hand isn"t as steady as it once was till I"ve put something into my inside."
The old house had not been provided with bells for summoning the attendants; a loud shout, a clap of the hands, or the clatter of fire-irons, answering the purpose.
"Shure, Larry was sent to meet the postboy, uncle, and I"ll be after taking you up the warm water; but Biddy maybe will not have come in from milking the cows, so if Dan Bourke is awake, and will give me the key of the cellar, mightn"t I be bringing you up a gla.s.s of whisky?" I asked, knowing the taste of most of the guests at the castle.
"Arrah, boy, don"t be tempting me!" cried the major in a half-angry tone; "that morning nip is the bane of too many of us. Go and do as I bid you."
I was about entering the house to perform the duty I had undertaken, when I caught sight of my foster-brother, Larry Harrigan, galloping up the avenue, mounted on the bare back of a s.h.a.ggy little pony, its mane and tail streaming in the breeze.
"Hurrah! hurrah! yer honour; I"ve got it," he cried, as he waved a letter above his carroty and hatless pate. "I wouldn"t have been after getting it at all, at all, for the spalpeen of a postboy wanted tinpence before he would give it me, but sorra a copper had I in my pocket, and I should have had to come away without it, if Mr McCarthy, the bailiff, hadn"t been riding by, and paid the money for me."
I took the letter; and telling Larry, after he had turned the pony into the yard, to bring up the warm water and the cup of hot coffee, I hurried, with the official-looking doc.u.ment in my hand, up to my uncle"s room. He met me at the door, dressed in his trousers and shirt, his shirt-sleeves tucked up in order to perform his ablutions, exhibiting his brawny arms, scarred with many a wound,--his grizzled hair uncombed, his tall figure looking even more gaunt than usual without the military coat in which I was accustomed to see him. He eagerly took the letter.
"Come in, my boy, and sit down on the foot of the bed while I see what my friend Macnamara writes in answer to my request," he said, as he broke the seal, and with a deliberation which didn"t suit my eagerness, opened a large sheet of foolscap paper, which he held up to the light that he might read it more easily.
While he was thus engaged, Larry brought up the warm water and the cup of steaming coffee, and, with a look at the major"s back which betokened anything but respect, because it was not a gla.s.s of whisky, placed the jug and cup on the table. Larry was, I must own, as odd-looking an individual as ever played the part of valet. His shock head of hair was unacquainted with comb or brush; his grey coat reached to his calves; his breeches were open at the knees; his green waistcoat, too short to reach the latter garment, was b.u.t.toned awry; huge brogues encased his feet, and a red handkerchief, big enough to serve as the royal of a frigate, was tied loosely round his neck. He stood waiting for further orders, when the major, turning round to take a sip of coffee, by a sign bade him begone, and he vanished.
Major McMahon, my mother"s uncle, was an old officer, who, having seen much service for the better part of half a century,--his sword being his only patrimony,--on retiring from the army had come to live with us at Castle Ballinahone when I was a mere slip of a boy. Knowing the world well,--having been taught prudence by experience, though he had never managed to save any of his pay or prize-money, and was as poor as when he first carried the colours,--he was of the greatest service to my father, who, like many another Irish gentleman of those days, knew nothing of the world, and possessed but a small modic.u.m of the quality I have mentioned. The major, seeing the way matters were going at Castle Ballinahone, endeavoured to set an example of sobriety to the rest of the establishment by abstaining altogether from his once favourite beverage of rum shrub and whisky punch, although he had a head which the strongest liquor would have failed to affect, and he was therefore well able to manage everything on the estate with prudence, and as much economy as the honour of the family would allow. My father was an Irish gentleman, every inch of him. He delighted to keep up the habits and customs of the country, which, to say the best of them, were not calculated to serve his own interests or those of his family. He was kind-hearted and generous; and if it had not been for the rum shrub, and whisky-toddy, and the hogsheads of claret which found their way into his cellar, and thence into his own and his guests" insides, he would have been happy and prosperous, with few cares to darken his doors. But the liquor, however good in itself, proved a treacherous friend, as it served him a scurvy trick in return for the affection he had shown to it, leaving him a martyr to the gout, which, while it held sway over him, soured his otherwise joyous and happy spirits. It made him occasionally seem harsh even to us, though he was in the main one of the kindest and most indulgent of fathers. He was proud of his family, of his estate,--or what remained of it,--of his children, and, more than all, of his wife; and just reason he had to be so of the latter, for she was as excellent a mother as ever breathed, with all the attractive qualities of an Irish lady. That means a mighty deal; for I have since roamed the world over, and never have I found any of their s.e.x to surpa.s.s my fair countrywomen.
I must describe our family mansion. Enough of the old building remained to allow it still to be called a castle. A round tower or keep, with two of the ancient walls surmounted by battlements, stood as they had done for centuries, when the castle had often defied a hostile force; but the larger portion had been pulled down and replaced by a plain structure, more commodious, perhaps, but as ugly as could well be designed. Round it ran a moat, over which was a drawbridge,--no longer capable of being drawn up,--while a flight of stone steps led to the entrance door, ungraced by a porch. The large hall, the walls of which were merely whitewashed, with a roof of plain oak, had from its size an imposing appearance. The walls of the hall were decked with firearms,-- muskets, pistols, arquebuses, blunderbusses,--pikes, and halberts, symmetrically arranged in stars or other devices; stags" horns, outstretched eagles" wings, extended skins of kites, owls, and king-fishers, together with foxes" brushes, powder-flasks, shot-pouches, fishing-rods, nets, and dogs" collars; while in the corners stood four figures, clothed in complete suits of armour, with lances in their hands, or arquebuses on their arms.
Over the front door were the skin and wings of an enormous eagle, holding a dagger in its mouth,--the device of our family. A similar device in red brick-work was to be seen on the wall above the entrance on the outside. Paint had been spa.r.s.ely used,--paper not at all,--many of the rooms being merely whitewashed, though the more important were wainscotted with brown oak, and others with plain deal on which the scions of our race had for several generations exercised their artistic skill, either with knives, hot irons, or chalk. The breakfast and dining-rooms, which opened from the great hall, were wainscotted, their chief embellishments being some old pictures in black frames, and a number of hunting, shooting, and racing prints, with red tape round them to serve the purpose of frames; while the library so-called was worthy of being the habitation of an ascetic monk, though two of the walls were covered with book-shelves which contained but few books, and they served chiefly to enable countless spiders to form their traps for unwary flies, while a table covered with green cloth and three wooden chairs formed its only furniture.
The bedrooms were numerous enough to accommodate the whole of our large family, and an almost unlimited number of guests, who, on grand occasions, were stowed away in them, crop and heels. The less said about the elegance of the furniture the better; or of the tea and breakfast services, which might once have been uniform, but, as most of the various pieces had gone the way of all crockery, others of every description of size and shape had taken their places, till scarcely two were alike; but that didn"t detract from our happiness or the pleasure of our guests, who, probably from their own services being in the same condition, scarcely noticed this.
I had long had a desire to go to sea, partly from reading Captain Berkeley"s _History of the Navy_, _Robinson Crusoe_, and the _Adventures of Peter Wilkins_, and partly from taking an occasional cruise on the Shannon,--that queen of rivers, which ran her course past the walls of Ballinahone, to mingle with the ocean, through the fair city of Limerick.
Often had I stood on the banks, watching the boats gliding down on the swift current, and listening to the songs of the fishermen, which came from far away up the stream!
I had, as most boys would have done, talked to my mother, and pestered my father and uncle, till the latter agreed to write to an old friend of his in the navy to consult him as to the best means of enabling me to gratify my wishes.
But I have been going ahead to talk of my family, forgetful of my honoured uncle, the major. He conned the letter, holding it in his two hands, now in one light, now in another, knitting his thick grey eyebrows to see the better, and compressing his lips. I watched him all the time, anxious to learn the contents, and yet knowing full well that it would not do to interrupt him. At last he came to the bottom of the page.
"It"s just like him!" he exclaimed. "Terence, my boy, you"ll have the honour of wearing His Majesty"s uniform, as I have done for many a long year, though yours will be blue and mine is red; and you"ll bring no discredit on your cloth, I"ll be your surety for it."
"Thank you, uncle, for your good opinion of me," I said. "And am I really to become a midshipman, and wear a c.o.c.kade in my hat, and a dirk by my side?"
"Within a few days you may be enjoying that happiness, my boy," answered the major. "My old friend, Captain Macnamara, writes me word that he"ll receive you on board the _Liffy_ frigate, which, by a combination of circ.u.mstances, is now lying in Cork Harbour,--fortunate for us, but which might have proved disastrous to her gallant officers and crew, for she was dismasted in a gale, and was within an ace of being driven on sh.o.r.e. But a miss is as good as a mile; and when under jury-masts she sc.r.a.ped clear of the rocks, and got into port in safety. Here my letter, after wandering about for many a day, found him, and he has lost no time in replying to it. One of his midshipmen having gone overboard in the gale, he can give you his berth; but mind you, Terence, don"t go and be doing the same thing."
"Not if I can help it, uncle," I replied. "And Larry? will he take Larry? The boy has set his heart upon going to sea, and it would be after breaking if he were parted from me. He has been talking about it every day since he knew that I thought of going; and I promised him I would beg hard that he might go with me."
"As Captain Macnamara says that the _Liffy_ has had several men killed in action, I have no doubt that a stout lad like Larry will not be refused; so you may tell him that when he volunteers, I"ll answer for his being accepted," was the answer.
"Thank you, uncle; it will make him sing at the top of his voice when he hears that," I said. "And when are we to be off?"
"To-morrow, or the day after, at the furthest," answered the major. "I intend to go with you to introduce you to your captain, and to have a talk with him over old times."
"Then may I run and tell my father and mother, and Maurice, and Denis, and the girls?"
"To be sure, boy; but you mustn"t be surprised if they are not as delighted to hear of your going, as you are to go," he answered, as I bolted out of the room.
I found my brothers turning out of bed, and gave them a full account of the captain"s letter. They took the matter coolly.
"I wish you joy," said Maurice, who was expecting shortly to get his commission in our uncle"s old regiment. I then went to the girls, who were by this time dressed. Kathleen and Nora congratulated me warmly.
"And shure are you going to be a real midshipman?" said Nora. "I wish I was a boy myself, that I might go to sea, and pull, and haul, and dance a hornpipe."
They, at all events, didn"t seem so much cast down as my uncle supposed they would be. My father had just been wheeled out of his chamber into the breakfast room, for he was suffering from an attack of his sworn enemy.
"Keep up the honour of the O"Finnahans, my boy; and you"ll only do that by performing your duty," he said, patting me on the back,--for shaking hands was a ceremony he was unwilling to venture on with his gouty fingers.
My mother was later than usual. I hurried off to her room. As she listened to my account her eyes were fixed on me till they became filled with tears.
"You have chosen a rough life, Terence; but may G.o.d protect you," she said, throwing her arms round my neck, and kissing my brow. "I could not prevent your going even if I would, as your uncle has accepted Captain Macnamara"s offer; for a profession you must have, and it is a fine one, I"ve no doubt. But wherever you go, my dear boy, remember that the thoughts of those at home will be following you."
More she said to the same effect. When she at length released me, I hurried out to tell Larry, Dan Bourke, and the rest of the domestics.
At first Larry looked very downcast; but when he heard that he was to go too, he gave expression to his joy in a wild shout, which rang through the kitchen. Biddy, the cook, and the other females were not so heroic as my sisters, for they began to pipe their eyes in a way I couldn"t stand, so I ran off to the breakfast room; whether it was at the thoughts of losing Larry or me, I didn"t stop to consider. My speedy departure to become a son of Neptune was the only subject of conversation during the morning meal. It was agreed that to enable me to make a respectable appearance on board His Majesty"s frigate, I ought to be provided with a uniform; and a message was despatched to Pat Ca.s.sidy, the family tailor, to appear forthwith, and exercise his skill in manufacturing the necessary costume. The major, who had frequently been at sea, believed that he could give directions for shaping the garments correctly; and as all were agreed that blue was the required colour, he presented me with a cloth cloak, which, though it had seen some service, was considered suitable for the purpose.
Pat Ca.s.sidy soon arrived with his shears and tape; and being installed in a little room, where he was sure of not being interrupted, took my measure, and set to work, under the major"s directions, to cut out and st.i.tch a coat and breeches in what was considered approved nautical fashion. The difficulty was the b.u.t.tons; but my mother fortunately discovered a moth-eaten coat and waistcoat of a naval lieutenant, a relative, who had paid a visit to Castle Ballinahone many years before, and, having been killed in action shortly afterwards, had never returned to claim his garments. There being fewer b.u.t.tons than the major considered necessary, Pat Ca.s.sidy proposed eking them out with a few military ones sewn on in the less conspicuous parts. Meantime, my mother and sisters and the maids were as busily engaged in preparing the rest of my kit, carrying off several of my brothers" shirts and stockings, which they faithfully promised in due time to replace.
"Where there"s a will there"s a way," and before night, Pat Ca.s.sidy, aided by the busy maids, had performed his task, as had my mother and sisters theirs; and it was considered that I was fairly fitted out for my new career, the major promising to get for me at Cork such other things as I might require.
With intense satisfaction I put on my uniform, of which, though the gold lace was somewhat tarnished, and the b.u.t.tons not over bright, I was mightily proud. My father presented me with a sword, which had been my grandfather"s. It was of antique make, and, being somewhat rusty, was evidently unwilling to leave the scabbard. Nora, notwithstanding, proudly girded it on my side by a broad leathern belt with a huge silver clasp, which I thought had a very handsome appearance. I little dreamed that my costume was not altogether according to the rules and regulations of the naval service. The coat was long in the waist, and longer in the skirts, which were looped back with gold lace, Pat having also surrounded the cuffs with a band of the same material. The inside was lined with white silk, and there were patches of white cloth on the collar. The waistcoat, which came down to my hips, was of flowered silk, made out of one of my great-grandmother"s petticoats, which had long been laid by, and was now by unanimous consent devoted to my use.
The breeches were very full, Pat observing that I should be after growing rapidly on the salt sea, and would require room in them. White cotton stockings covered the lower part of my legs, and huge silver buckles adorned my shoes; a c.o.c.kade, manufactured by my uncle, was stuck in my hat; while a frilled shirt and red silk handkerchief tied round my neck completed my elegant costume. Having once donned my uniform,--if so it could be called,--I was unwilling to take it off again; and, highly delighted with my appearance, I paced about the hall for some time. My father watched me, while he laughed till the tears streamed from his eyes to see me draw my sword and make an onslaught on one of the mailed warriors in the corner.
"Hurrah, Terence! Bravo! bravo!" cried Maurice. "But just be after remembering that a live enemy won"t stand so quiet as old Brian Boru there."
The toils of the day over, my father, in spite of his gout, was wheeled into the supper room, when he, in a gla.s.s of the strongest whisky-toddy, and my uncle in one of old claret, drank my health and success in the naval career I was about to enter, my brothers joining them in other beverages; and I am very sure that my fond mother more effectually prayed that I might be protected from the perils and dangers to which I should be exposed.
CHAPTER TWO.
I COMMENCE MY JOURNEY TO CORK.
It was on a fine spring morning, the birds carolling sweetly in the trees, that I set forth, accompanied by my uncle and Larry Harrigan, to commence my career on the stormy ocean. My father had been wheeled to the hall door, my mother stood by his side with her handkerchief to her eyes, my sisters grouped round her, my brothers outside tossing up their hats as they shouted their farewells,--their example being imitated by the domestics and other retainers of the house. The major rode a strong horse suitable to his weight. He was dressed in his red long-skirted, gold-laced coat, boots reaching above his knees, large silver spurs, three-cornered hat on the top of his wig, with a curl on each side, his natural hair being plaited into a queue behind. A brace of pistols was stuck in his leathern belt, while a sword, with the hilt richly ornamented,--the thing he prized most on earth, it having been presented to him for his gallantry at the capture of an enemy"s fort, when he led the forlorn hope,--hung by his side. I was mounted on my own horse, my legs for the journey being encased in boots. A cloak was hung over my shoulders; I also had a brace of pistols--the gift of my brother Maurice--in my belt; while in my hand I carried a heavy riding-whip, as did my uncle, serving both to urge on our steeds, and to defend ourselves against the sudden attack of an unexpected foe. Larry followed on a pony, with uncombed mane and tail, its coat as s.h.a.ggy as a bear"s; his only weapon a shillelah; his dress such as he usually wore on Sundays and holidays. I need not describe the partings which had previously taken place. The major gave the word "Forward!" and we trotted down the avenue at a rapid rate. I could not refrain from giving a lingering look behind. My sisters waved their handkerchiefs; my mother had too much use for hers to do so; my brothers cheered again and again; and I saw Larry half pulled from his pony, as his fellow-servants gripped him by the hands; and two or three damsels, more demonstrative than the rest, ran forward to receive his parting salutes.
My chest, I should have said, was to come by the waggon, which would arrive at Cork long before the ship sailed. The more requisite articles, such as changes of linen and spare shoes, were packed in valises strapped to Larry"s and my cruppers; while the major carried such things as he required in his saddle-bags. We soon lost sight of the Shannon, and the top of the castle tower appearing above the trees.