There was nothing particular in the wedding. Mr. O"Connor was asked by Neal to be present at it: but he shook his head, and told him that he had not courage to attend it, or inclination to witness any man"s sorrows but his own. He met the wedding party by accident, and was heard to exclaim with a sigh, as they flaunted past him in gay exuberance of spirits--"Ah, poor Neal! he is going like one of her father"s cattle to the shambles! Woe is me for having suggested matrimony to the tailor! He will not long-be under the necessity of saying that he "is blue-moulded for want of a beating." The butcheress will fell him like a Kerry ox, and I may have his blood to answer for, and his discomfiture to feel for, in addition to my own miseries."
On the evening of the wedding-day, about the hour of ten o"clock, Neal--whose spirits were uncommonly exalted, for his heart luxuriated within him--danced with his bride"s maid; after the dance he sat beside her, and got eloquent in praise of her beauty; and it is said, too, that he whispered to her, and chucked her chin with considerable gallantry.
The tete-a-tete continued for some time without exciting particular attention, with one exception; but that exception was worth a whole chapter of general rules. Mrs. Malone rose up, then sat down again, and took off a gla.s.s of the native; she got up a second time--all the wife rushed upon her heart--she approached them, and in a fit of the most exquisite sensibility, knocked the bride"s maid down, and gave the tailor a kick of affecting pathos upon the inexpressibles. The whole scene was a touching one on both sides. The tailor was sent on all-fours to the floor; but Mrs. Malone took him quietly up, put him under her arm as one would a lap dog, and with stately step marched him away to the connubial, apartment, in which everything remained very quiet for the rest of the night.
The next morning Mr. O"Connor presented himself to congratulate the tailor on his happiness. Neal, as his friend shook hands with him, gave the schoolmaster"s fingers a slight squeeze, such as a man gives who would gently entreat your sympathy. The schoolmaster looked at him, and thought he shook his head. Of this, however, he could not be certain; for, as he shook his own during the moment of observation, he concluded that it might be a mere mistake of the eye, or perhaps the result of a mind predisposed to be credulous on the subject of shaking heads.
We wish it were in our power to draw a veil, or curtain, or blind of some description, over the remnant of the tailor"s narrative that is to follow; but as it is the duty of every faithful historian to give the secret causes of appearances which the world in general do not understand, so we think it but honest to go on, impartially and faithfully, without shrinking from the responsibility that is frequently annexed to truth.
For the first three days after matrimony, Neal felt like a man who had been translated to a new and more lively state of existence. He had expected, and flattered himself, that, the moment this event should take place, he would once more resume his heroism, and experience the pleasure of a drubbing. This determination he kept a profound secret--nor was it known until a future period, when he disclosed it to Mr. O"Connor. He intended, therefore, that marriage should be nothing more than a mere parenthesis in his life--a kind of asterisk, pointing, in a note at the bottom, to this single exception in his general conduct--a _nota bene_ to the spirit of a martial man, intimating that he had been peaceful only for a while. In truth, he was, during the influence of love over him, and up to the very day of his marriage, secretly as blue-moulded as ever for want of a beating. The heroic penchant lay snugly latent in his heart, unchecked and unmodified. He flattered himself that he was achieving a capital imposition upon the world at large--that he was actually hoaxing mankind in general--and that such an excellent piece of knavish tranquillity had never been perpetrated before his time.
On the first week after his marriage, there chanced to be a fair in the next market-town. Neal, after breakfast, brought forward a bunch of shillelahs, in order to select the best; the wife inquired the purpose of the selection, and Neal declared that he was resolved to have a fight that day, if it were to be had, he said, for love or money. "The thruth is," he exclaimed, strutting with fort.i.tude about the house, "the thruth is, that I"ve done the whole of yez--I"m as _blue-mowlded_ as ever for want of a batin"."
"Don"t go," said the wife.
"I will go," said Neal, with vehemence; "I"ll go if the whole parish was to go to prevint me."
In about another half-hour Neal sat down quietly to his business, instead of going to the fair!
Much ingenious speculation might be indulged in, upon this abrupt termination to the tailor"s most formidable resolution; but, for our own part, we will prefer going on with the narrative, leaving the reader at liberty to solve the mystery as he pleases. In the mean time, we say this much--let those who cannot make it out, carry it to their tailor; it is a tailor"s mystery, and no one has so good a right to understand it--except, perhaps, a tailor"s wife.
At the period of his matrimony, Neal had become as plump and as stout as he ever was known to be in his plumpest and stoutest days. He and the schoolmaster had been very intimate about this time; but we know not how it happened that soon afterwards he felt a modest bridelike reluctance in meeting with that afflicted gentleman. As the eve of his union approached, he was in the habit, during the schoolmaster"s visits to his workshop, of alluding, in rather a sarcastic tone, considering the unthriving appearance of his friend, to the increasing l.u.s.tiness of his person. Nay, he has often leaped up from his lap-board, and, in the strong spirit of exultation, thrust out his leg in attestation of his a.s.sertion, slapping it, moreover, with a loud laugh of triumph, that sounded like a knell to the happiness of his emaciated acquaintance.
The schoolmaster"s philosophy, however, unlike his flesh, never departed from him; his usual observation was, "Neal, we are both receding from the same point; you increase in flesh, whilst I, heaven help me, am fast diminishing."
The tailor received these remarks with very boisterous mirth, whilst Mr. O"Connor simply shook his head, and looked sadly upon his limbs, now shrouded in a superfluity of garments, somewhat resembling a slender thread of water in a shallow summer stream, nearly wasted away, and surrounded by an unproportionate extent of channel.
The fourth month after the marriage arrived. Neal, one day, near its close, began to dress himself in his best apparel. Even then, when b.u.t.toning his waistcoat, he shook his head after the manner of Mr.
O"Connor, and made observations upon the great extent to which it over-folded him.
Well, thought he, with a sigh--this waistcoat certainly did fit me to a T: but it"s wondherful to think how--cloth stretches.
"Neal," said the wife, on perceiving him dressed, "where are you bound for?"
"Faith, for life," replied Neal, with a mitigated swagger; "and I"d as soon, if it had been the will of Provid--"
He paused.
"Where are you going?" asked the wife, a second time.
"Why," he answered, "only to the dance at Jemmy Connolly"s; I"ll be back early."
"Don"t go," said the wife. "I"ll go," said Neal, "if the whole counthry was to prevent me. Thunder an" lightnin," woman, who am I?" he exclaimed, in a loud but rather infirm voice; "arn"t I Neal Malone, that never met a man who"d fight him! Neal Malone, that was never beat by man! Why, tare-an-ounze, woman! Whoo! I"ll get enraged some time, an"
play the divil? Who"s afeard, I say?"
"Don"t go," added the wife a third time, giving Neal a significant look in the face.
In about another half-hour, Neal sat down quietly to his business, instead of going to the dance!
Neal now turned himself, like many a sage in similar circ.u.mstances, to philosophy; that is to say--he began to shake his head upon principle, after the manner of the schoolmaster. He would, indeed, have preferred the bottle upon principle; but there was no getting at the bottle, except through the wife; and it so happened that by the time it reached him, there was little consolation left in it. Neal bore all in silence; for silence, his friend had often told him, was a proof of wisdom.
Soon after this, Neal, one evening, met Mr. O"Connor by chance upon a plank which crossed a river. This plank was only a foot in breadth, so that no two individuals could pa.s.s each other upon it. We cannot find words in which to express the dismay of both, on finding that they absolutely glided past one another without collision.
Both paused, and surveyed each other solemnly; but the astonishment was all on the side of Mr. O"Connor.
"Neal," said the schoolmaster, "by all the household G.o.ds, I conjure you to speak, that I may be a.s.sured you live!"
The ghost of a blush crossed the churchyard visage of the tailor.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, "why the devil did you tempt me to marry a wife."
"Neal," said his friend, "answer me in the most solemn manner possible--throw into your countenance all the gravity you can a.s.sume; speak as if you were under the hands of the hangman, with the rope about your neck, for the question is, indeed, a trying-one which I am about to put. Are you still "blue-moulded for want of beating?""
The tailor collected himself to make a reply; he put one leg out--the very leg which he used to show in triumph to his friend; but, alas, how dwindled! He opened his waistcoat, and lapped it round him, until he looked like a weasel on its hind legs. He then raised himself up on his tip toes, and, in an awful whisper, replied, "No!!! the devil a bit I"m blue-mowlded for want of a batin."
The schoolmaster shook his head in his own miserable manner; but, alas!
he soon perceived that the tailor was as great an adept at shaking the head as himself. Nay, he saw that there was a calamitous refinement--a delicacy of shake in the tailor"s vibrations, which gave to his own nod a very commonplace character.
The next day the tailor took in his clothes; and from time to time continued to adjust them to the dimensions of his shrinking person.
The schoolmaster and he, whenever they could steal a moment, met and sympathized together. Mr. O"Connor, however, bore up somewhat better than Neal. The latter was subdued in heart and in spirit; thoroughly, completely, and intensely vanquished. His features became sharpened by misery, for a termagant wife is the whetstone on which all the calamities of a hen-pecked husband are painted by the devil. He no longer strutted as he was wont to do; he no longer carried a cudgel as if he wished to wage a universal battle with mankind. He was now a married man.--Sneakingiy, and with a cowardly crawl did he creep along as if every step brought him nearer to the gallows. The schoolmaster"s march of misery was far slower than Neal"s: the latter distanced him.
Before three years pa.s.sed, he had shrunk up so much, that he could not walk abroad of a windy day without carrying weights in his pockets to keep him firm on the earth, which he once trod with the step of a giant.
He again sought the schoolmaster, with whom indeed he a.s.sociated as much as possible. Here he felt certain of receiving sympathy; nor was he disappointed. That worthy, but miserable, man and Neal, often retired beyond the hearing of their respective wives, and supported each other by every argument in their power. Often have they been heard, in the dusk of evening, singing behind a remote hedge that melancholy ditty, "Let us both be unhappy together;" which rose upon the twilight breeze with a cautious quaver of sorrow truly heart-rending and lugubrious.
"Neal," said Mr. O"Connor, on one of those occasions, "here is a book which I recommend to your perusal; it is called "The Afflicted Man"s Companion;" try if you cannot glean some consolation out of it."
"Faith," said Neal, "I"m forever oblaged to you, but I don"t want it.
I"ve had "The Afflicted Man"s Companion" too long, and divil an atom of consolation I can get out of it. I have one o" them I tell you; but, be me sowl, I"ll not undhertake a pair o" them. The very name"s enough for me." They then separated.
The tailor"s _vis vitae_ must have been powerful, or he would have died.
In two years more his friends could not distinguish him from his own shadow; a circ.u.mstance which was of great inconvenience to him. Several grasped at the hand of the shadow instead of his; and one man was near, paying it five and sixpence for making a pair of smallclothes. Neal, it is true, undeceived him with some trouble; but candidly admitted that he was not able to carry home the money. It was difficult, indeed, for the poor tailor to bear what he felt; it is true he bore it as long as he could; but at length he became suicidal, and often had thoughts of "making his own quietus with his bare bodkin." After many deliberations and afflictions, he ultimately made the attempt; but, alas! he found that the blood of the Malones refused to flow upon so ignominious an occasion. So he solved the phenomenon; although the truth was, that his blood was not "i" the vein" for"t; none was to be had. What then was to be done? He resolved to get rid of life by some process; and the next that occurred to him was hanging. In a solemn spirit he prepared a selvage, and suspended himself from the rafter of his workshop; but here another disappintment awaited him--he would not hang. Such was his want of gravity, that his own weight proved insufficient to occasion his death by mere suspension. His third attempt was at drowning, but he was too light to sink; all the elements,--all his own energies joined themselves, he thought, in a wicked conspiracy to save his life. Having thus tried every avenue to destruction, and failed in all, he felt like a man doomed to live for ever. Henceforward he shrunk and shrivelled by slow degrees, until in the course of time he became so attenuated, that the grossness of human vision could no longer reach him.
This, however, could not last always. Though still alive, he was, to all intents and purposes, imperceptible. He could now only be heard; he was reduced to a mere essence--the very echo of human existence, _vox el praiterea nihil_. It is true the schoolmaster a.s.serted that he occasionally caught pa.s.sing glimpses of him; but that was because he had been himself nearly spiritualized by affliction, and his visual ray purged in the furnace of domestic tribulation. By and by Neal"s voice lessened, got fainter and more indistinct, until at length nothing but a doubtful murmur could be heard, which ultimately could scarcely be distinguished from a ringing in the ears.
Such was the awful and mysterious fate of the tailor, who, as a hero, could not of course die; he merely dissolved like an icicle, wasted into immateriality, and finally melted away beyond the perception of mortal sense. Mr. O"Connor is still living, and once more in the fulness of perfect health and strength. His wife, however, we may as well hint, has been dead more than two years.
ART MAGUIRE;
OR, THE BROKEN PLEDGE.
PREFACE.
In proposing to write a series of "Tales for the Irish People," the author feels perfectly conscious of the many difficulties by which he is surrounded, and by which he may be still met in his endeavors to accomplish that important task. In order, however, to make everything as clear and intelligible as possible, he deems it necessary, in the first place, to state what his object is in undertaking it: that object is simply to improve their physical and social condition--generally; and through the medium of vivid and striking, but un.o.bjectionable narratives, to inculcate such principles as may enable Irishmen to think more clearly, reason more correctly, and act more earnestly upon the general duties, which, from their position in life, they are called upon to perform. With regard to those who feel apprehensive that anything calculated to injure the doctrinal convictions of the Catholic people may be suffered to creep into these Tales, the author has only to a.s.sure them--that such an object comes within the scope neither of his plan or inclinations. It is not his intention to make these productions the vehicles of Theology or Polemics; but studiously to avoid anything and everything that even approaches the sphere of clerical duty. His object, so far from that, is the inculcation of general, not peculiar, principles--principles which neither affect nor offend any creed, but which are claimed and valued by all. In this way, by making amus.e.m.e.nt the handmaiden of instruction, the author believes it possible to let into the cabin, the farm-house, and even the landlord"s drawing-room, a light by which each and all of them may read many beneficial lessons--lessons that will, it is hoped, abide with them, settle down in their hearts, and by giving them a, clearer sense of their respective duties, aid in improving and regenerating their condition.