_As related by Mr Michael Heffernan, Master of the National School at Tallymactaggart, in the County of Leitrim, to a friend, during his official visit to Dublin, for the purpose of studying Political Economy, in the Spring of 1838._
[_MAGA._ MAY 1838.]
CHAPTER I.
HOW FATHER TOM WENT TO TAKE POT-LUCK AT THE VATICAN.
When his Riv"rence was in Room, ov coorse the Pope axed him to take pot-look wid him. More be token, it was on a Friday; but, for all that, there was plenty of mate; for the Pope gev himself an absolution from the fast on account ov the great company that was in it--at laste so I"m tould. Howandiver, there"s no fast on the dhrink, anyhow--glory be to G.o.d!--and so, as they wor sitting, afther dinner, taking their sup together, says the Pope, says he, "Thomaus"--for the Pope, you know, spakes that away, all as one as one ov uz--"Thomaus _a lanna_," says he, "I"m tould you welt them English heretics out ov the face."
"You may say that," says his Riv"rence to him again. "Be my sowl," says he, "if I put your Holiness undher the table, you won"t be the first Pope I floored."
Well, his Holiness laughed like to split; for, you know, Pope was the great Prodesan that Father Tom put down upon Purgathory; and ov coorse they knewn all the ins and outs of the conthravarsy at Room.
"Faix, Thomaus," says he, smiling across the table at him mighty agreeable--"it"s no lie what they tell me, that yourself is the pleasant man over the dhrop ov good liquor."
"Would you like to thry?" says his Riv"rence.
"Sure, and amn"t I thrying all I can?" says the Pope. "Sorra betther bottle ov wine"s betuxt this and Salamancha, nor"s there fornenst you on the table; it"s raal Lachrymalchrystal, every spudh ov it."
"It"s mortial could," says Father Tom.
"Well, man alive," says the Pope, "sure and here"s the best ov good claret in the cut decanther."
"Not maning to make little ov the claret, your Holiness," says his Riv"rence, "I would prefir some hot wather and sugar, wid a gla.s.s ov spirits through it, if convanient."
"Hand me over the bottle of brandy," says the Pope to his head butler, "and fetch up the materi"ls," says he.
"Ah, then, your Holiness," says his Riv"rence, mighty eager, "maybe you"d have a dhrop ov the native in your cellar? Sure it"s all one throuble," says he, "and, troth, I dunna how it is, but brandy always plays the puck wid my inthrails."
""Pon my conscience, then," says the Pope, "it"s very sorry I am, Misther Maguire," says he, "that it isn"t in my power to plase you; for I"m sure and certaint that there"s not as much whisky in Room this blessed minit as "ud blind the eye ov a midge."
"Well, in troth, your Holiness," says Father Tom, "I knewn there was no use in axing; only," says he, "I didn"t know how else to exqueeze the liberty I tuck," says he, "of bringing a small taste," says he, "of the real stuff," says he, hauling out an imperi"l quart bottle out ov his coat-pocket; "that never seen the face of a gauger," says he, setting it down on the table fornenst the Pope: "and if you"ll jist thry the full ov a thimble ov it, and it doesn"t rise the c.o.c.kles of your Holiness"s heart, why then, my name," says he, "isn"t Tom Maguire!" and wid that he outs wid the cork.
Well, the Pope at first was going to get vexed at Father Tom for fetching dhrink that a way in his pocket, as if there wasn"t lashins in the house: so says he, "Misther Maguire," says he, "I"d have you to comprehind the differ betuxt an inwitation to dinner from the succissor of Saint Pether, and from a common nagur ov a Prodesan squireen that maybe hasn"t liquor enough in his cupboard to wet more nor his own heretical whistle. That may be the way wid them that you wisit in Leithrim," says he, "and in Roscommon; and I"d let you know the differ in the prisint case," says he, "only that you"re a champion ov the Church and ent.i.tled to laniency. So," says he, "as the liquor"s come, let it stay. And in throth I"m curis myself," says he, getting mighty soft when he found the delightful smell ov the _putteen_, "in inwestigating the composition ov distilled liquors; it"s a branch ov natural philosophy," says he, taking up the bottle and putting it to his blessed nose. Ah! my dear, the very first snuff he got ov it, he cried out, the dear man, "Blessed Vargin, but it has the divine smell!" and crossed himself and the bottle half-a-dozen times running.
"Well, sure enough, it"s the blessed liquor now," says his Riv"rence, "and so there can be no harm any way in mixing a dandy of punch; and,"
says he, stirring up the materi"ls wid his goolden muddler--for everything at the Pope"s table, to the very shcrew for drawing the corks, was ov vargin goold--"if I might make bould," says he, "to spake on so deep a subjec afore your Holiness, I think it "ud considherably whacilitate the inwestigation ov its chemisthry and phwarmaceutics, if you"d jist thry the laste sup in life ov it in wardly."
"Well, then, suppose I do make the same expiriment," says the Pope, in a much more condescinding way nor you"d have expected--and wid that he mixes himself a real stiff facer.
"Now, your Holiness," says Father Tom, "this bein" the first time you ever dispinsed them chymicals," says he, "I"ll just make bould to lay down one rule ov orthography," says he, "for conwhounding them, _secundum mortem_."
"What"s that?" says the Pope.
"Put in the sperits first," says his Riv"rence; "and then put in the sugar; and remember, every dhrop ov wather you put in after that spoils the punch."
"Glory be to G.o.d!" says the Pope, not minding a word Father Tom was saying. "Glory be to G.o.d!" says he, smacking his lips. "I never knewn what dhrink was afore," says he. "It bates the Lachrymalchrystal out ov the face!" says he--"it"s Necthar itself, it is, so it is!" says he, wiping his epistolical mouth wid the cuff ov his coat.
""Pon my secret honour," says his Riv"rence, "I"m raally glad to see your Holiness set so much to your satiswhaction; especially," says he, "as, for fear ov accidents, I tuck the liberty of fetching the fellow ov that small vesshel," says he, "in my other coat-pocket. So devil a fear ov our running dhry till the but-end of the evening, anyhow," says he.
"Dhraw your stool in to the fire, Misther Maguire," says the Pope, "for faix," says he, "I"m bent on a.n.a.lizing the metaphwysics ov this phinomenon. Come, man alive, clear off," says he, "you"re not dhrinking at all."
"Is it dhrink?" says his Riv"rence; "by Gorra, your Holiness," says he, "I"d dhrink wid you till the cows "ud be coming home in the morning."
So wid that they tackled to, to the second fugee a-piece, and fell into larned discourse. But it"s time for me now to be off to the lecthir at the Boord. Oh my sorra light upon you, Docther Whateley, wid your pilitical econimy and your hydherastatics! What the _dioul_ use has a poor hedge-master like me wid sich deep larning as is only fit for the likes ov them two that I left over their second tumbler? Howandiver, wishing I was like them, in regard ov the sup ov dhrink, anyhow, I must brake off my norration for the prisint; but when I see you again, I"ll tell you how Father Tom made a hare ov the Pope that evening, both in theology and the cube root.
CHAPTER II.
HOW FATHER TOM SACKED HIS HOLINESS IN THEOLOGY AND LOGIC.
Well, the lecthir"s over, and I"m kilt out and out. My bitther curse upon the man that invinted the same Boord! I thought ons"t I"d fadomed the say ov throuble; and that was when I got through fractions at ould Mat Kavanagh"s school, in Firdramore--G.o.d be good to poor Mat"s sowl, though he did deny the cause the day he suffered! but it"s fluxions itself we"re set to bottom now, sink or shwim! May I never die if my head isn"t as throughother as anything wid their ordinals and cardinals--and, begob, it"s all nothing to the econimy lecthir that I have to go to at two o"clock. Howandiver, I mustn"t forget that we left his Riv"rence and his Holiness sitting fornenst one another in the parlor ov the Vatican, jist afther mixing their second tumbler.
When they had got well down into the same, they fell, as I was telling you, into larned discourse. For, you see, the Pope was curious to find out whether Father Tom was the great theologian all out that people said; and says he, "Mister Maguire," says he, "What answer do you make to the heretics when they quote them pa.s.sidges agin thransubstantiation out ov the Fathers?" says he.
"Why," says his Riv"rence, "as there should be no sich pa.s.sidges I make myself mighty aisy about them; but if you want to know how I dispose ov them," says he, "just repate one ov them, and I"ll show you how to catapomphericate it in two shakes."
"Why, then," says the Pope, "myself disremimbers the particlar pa.s.sidges they alledge out ov them ould felleys," says he, "though sure enough they"re more numerous nor edifying--so we"ll jist suppose that a heretic was to find sich a saying as this in Austin, "Every sensible man knows that thransubstantiation is a lie,"--or this out of Tertullian or Plutarch, "the bishop ov Room is a common imposther,"--now tell me, could you answer him?"
"As easy as kiss," says his Riv"rence. "In the first, we"re to understand that the exprission, "Every sinsible man," signifies simply, "Every man that judges by his nath"ral sinses;" and we all know that n.o.body folleying them seven deludhers could ever find out the mysthery that"s in it, if somebody didn"t come in to his a.s.sistance wid an eighth sinse, which is the only sinse to be depended on, being the sinse ov the Church. So that, regarding the first quotation which your Holiness has supposed, it makes clane for us, and tee-totally agin the heretics."
"That"s the explanation sure enough," says his Holiness; "and now what div you say to my being a common imposther?"
"Faix, I think," says his Riv"rence, "wid all submission to the betther judgment ov the learned father that your Holiness has quoted, he"d have been a thrifle nearer the thruth, if he had said that the bishop ov Room is the grand imposther and top-sawyer in that line over us all."
"What do you mane?" says the Pope, getting quite red in the face.
"What would I mane," says his Riv"rence, as composed as a docther ov physic, "but that your Holiness is at the head ov all them--troth I had a"most forgot I wasn"t a bishop myself," says he (the deludher was going to say, as the head of all _uz_)--"that has the gift ov laying on hands.
For sure," says he, "imposther and _imposithir_ is all one, so you"re only to undherstand _manuum_, and the job is done. Awouich!" says he, "if any heretic "ud go for to cast up sich a pa.s.sidge as that agin me, I"d soon give him a lesson in the p"lite art ov cutting a stick to welt his own back wid."
""Pon my apostolical word," says the Pope, "you"ve cleared up them two pints in a most satiswhacthery manner."
"You see," says his Riv"rence--by this time they wor mixing their third tumbler--"the writings ov them Fathers is to be thrated wid great veneration; and it "ud be the height ov presumption in any one to sit down to interpret them widout providing himself wid a genteel a.s.sortment ov the best figures ov rhetoric, sich as mettonymy, hyperbol, cattychraysis, prolipsis, mettylipsis, superbaton, pollysyndreton, hustheronprotheron, prosodypeia and the like, in ordher that he may never be at a loss for shuitable sintiments when he comes to their high-flown pa.s.sidges. For unless we thrate them Fathers liberally to a handsome allowance ov thropes and figures, they"d set up heresy at ons"t, so they would."
"It"s thrue for you," says the Pope; "the figures ov s.p.a.che is the pillars ov the Church."
"Bedad," says his Riv"rence, "I dunna what we"d do widout them at all."
"Which one do you prefir?" says the Pope; "that is," says he, "which figure of s.p.a.che do you find most usefullest when you"re hard set?"
"Metaphour"s very good," says his Riv"rence, "and so"s mettonymy--and I"ve known prosodypeia stand to me at a pinch mighty well--but for a constancy, superbaton"s the figure for my money. Devil be in me," says he, "but I"d prove black white as fast as a horse "ud throt wid only a good stock ov superbaton."
"Faix," says the Pope, wid a sly look, "you"d need to have it backed, I judge, wid a small taste of a.s.surance."
"Well now, jist for that word," says his Riv"rence, "I"ll prove it widout aither one or other. Black," says he, "is one thing and white is another thing. You don"t conthravene that? But every thing is aither one thing or another thing; I defy the apostle Paul to get over that dilemma. Well! If any thing be one thing, well and good; but if it be another thing, then it"s plain it isn"t both things, and so can"t be two things--n.o.body can deny that. But what can"t be two things must be one thing,--_Ergo_, whether it"s one thing or another thing it"s all one.
But black is one thing and white is another thing,--_Ergo_, black and white is all one. _Quod erat demonsthrandum._"
"Stop a bit," says the Pope, "I can"t althegither give in to your second minor--no--your second major," says he, and he stopped. "Faix, then,"
says he, getting confused, "I don"t rightly remimber where it was exactly that I thought I seen the flaw in your premises. Howsomdiver,"