"No," says his Riv"rence, "but the report I made."
"I don"t doubt you," says the Pope.
"No cork could be dhrew with less noise," says his Riv"rence.
"It would be hard for anything to be less nor nothing, barring algebra,"
says the Pope.
"I can prove to the conthrary," says his Riv"rence. "This gla.s.s ov whisky is less nor that tumbler ov punch, and that tumbler of punch is nothing to this jug ov _scaltheen_."
"Do you judge by superficial misure or by the liquid contents?" says the Pope.
"Don"t stop me betwixt my premisses and my conclusion," says his Riv"rence; "_Ergo_, this gla.s.s ov whisky is less nor nothing; and for that raison I see no harm in life in adding it to the contents ov the same jug, just by way ov a frost-nail."
"Adding what"s less nor nothing," says the Pope, "is subtraction according to algebra; so here goes to make the rule good," says he, filling his tumbler wid the blessed stuff, and sitting down again at the table, for the anger didn"t stay two minits on him, the good-hearted ould sowl.
"Two minuses makes one plus," says his Riv"rence, as ready as you plase, "and that"ll account for the increased daycrement I mane to take the liberty of producing in the same mixed quant.i.ty," says he, follying his Holiness"s epistolical example.
"By all that"s good," says the Pope, "that"s the best stuff I ever tasted; you call it a mixed quant.i.ty, but I say it"s prime."
"Since it"s ov the first ordher, then," says his Riv"rence, "we"ll have the less deffeequilty in reducing it to a simple equation."
"You"ll have no fractions at my side, anyhow," says the Pope. "Faix, I"m afeared," says he, "it"s only too asy ov solution our sum is like to be."
"Never fear for that," says his Riv"rence, "I"ve a good stock of surds here in the bottle; for I tell you it will take us a long time to exthract the root ov it, at the rate we"re going on."
"What makes you call the blessed quart an irrational quant.i.ty?" says the Pope.
"Becase it"s too much for one, and too little for two," says his Riv"rence.
"Clear it ov its coefficient, and we"ll thry," says the Pope.
"Hand me over the exponent, then," says his Riv"rence.
"What"s that?" says the Pope.
"The shcrew, to be sure," says his Riv"rence.
"What for?" says the Pope.
"To dhraw the cork," says his Riv"rence.
"Sure the cork"s dhrew," says the Pope.
"But the sperits can"t get out on account of the accidents that"s stuck in the neck ov the bottle," says his Riv"rence.
"Accident ought to be pa.s.sable to sperit," says the Pope, "and that makes me suspect that the reality ov the cork"s in it afther all."
"That"s a barony-masia," says his Riv"rence, "and I"m not bound to answer it. But the fact is, that it"s the accidents ov the sperits too that"s in it, and the reality"s pa.s.sed out through the cortical s.p.a.cies as you say; for, you may have observed, we"ve both been in real good sperits ever since the cork was dhrawn, and were else would the real sperits come from if they wouldn"t come out ov the bottle?"
"Well, then," says the Pope, "since we"ve got the reality, there"s no use troubling ourselves wid the accidents."
"Oh, begad," says his Riv"rence, "the accidents is very essential too; for a man may be in the best ov good sperits, as far as his immaterial part goes, and yet need the accidental qualities ov good liquor to hunt the sinsible thirst out ov him." So he dhraws the cork in earnest, and sets about brewing the other skillet ov _scaltheen_; but, faix, he had to get up the ingredients this time by the hands ov ould Molly; though devil a taste ov her little finger he"d let widin a yard ov the same decoction.
But, my dear, here"s the _Freeman"s Journal_, and we"ll see what"s the news afore we finish the residuary proceedings of their two Holinesses.
CHAPTER V.
THE REASON WHY FATHER TOM WAS NOT MADE A CARDINAL.
_Hurroo_, my darlings!--didn"t I tell you it "ud never do? Success to bould John Tuam and the ould siminary ov Firdramore! Oh, more power to your Grace every day you rise, "tis you that has broken their Boord into shivers undher your feet! Sure, and isn"t it a proud day for Ireland, this blessed feast ov the chair ov Saint Pether? Isn"t Carlisle and Whateley smashed to pieces, and their whole college of swaddling teachers knocked into smidhereens. John Tuam, your sowl, has tuck his pasthoral staff in his hand and beathen them out o" Connaught as fast as ever Pathrick druve the sarpints into Clew Bay. Poor ould Mat Kavanagh, if he was alive this day, "tis he would be the happy man. "My curse upon their g"ographies and Bibles," he used to say; "where"s the use ov perplexing the poor childher wid what we don"t undherstand ourselves?"
no use at all, in troth, and so I said from the first myself. Well, thank G.o.d and his Grace, we"ll have no more thrigonomethry nor scripther in Connaught. We"ll hould our lodges every Sat.u.r.day night, as we used to do, wid our chairman behind the masther"s desk, and we"ll hear our ma.s.s every Sunday morning wid the blessed priest standing afore the same. I wisht to goodness I hadn"t parted wid my Seven Champions ov Christendom and Freney the Robber; they"re books that"ll be in great requist in Leithrim as soon as the pasthoral gets wind. Glory be to G.o.d! I"ve done wid their lecthirs--they may all go and be d----d wid their consumption and production. I"m off to Tallymactaggart before daylight in the morning, where I"ll thry whether a sod or two o" turf can"t consume a cartload ov heresy, and whether a weekly meeting ov the lodge can"t produce a new thayory ov rints. But afore I take my lave ov you, I may as well finish my story about poor Father Tom that I hear is coming up to whale the heretics in Adam and Eve during the Lint.
The Pope--and indeed it ill becomes a good Catholic to say anything agin him--no more would I, only that his Riv"rence was in it--but you see the fact ov it is, that the Pope was as envious as ever he could be, at seeing himself sacked right and left by Father Tom, and bate out o" the face, the way he was, on every science and subjec" that was started. So, not to be outdone altogether, he says to his Riv"rence, "You"re a man that"s fond ov the brute crayation, I hear, Misther Maguire?"
"I don"t deny it," says his Riv"rence, "I"ve dogs that I"m willing to run agin any man"s, ay, or to match them agin any other dogs in the world for genteel edication and polite manners," says he.
"I"ll hould you a pound," says the Pope, "that I"ve a quadhruped in my possession that"s a wiser baste nor any dog in your kennel."
"Done," says his Riv"rence, and they staked the money.
"What can this larned quadhruped o" yours do?" says his Riv"rence.
"It"s my mule," says the Pope, "and, if you were to offer her goolden oats and clover off the meadows o" Paradise, sorra taste ov aither she"d let pa.s.s her teeth till the first ma.s.s is over every Sunday or holiday in the year."
"Well, and what "ud you say if I showed you a baste ov mine," says his Riv"rence, "that, instead ov fasting till first ma.s.s is over only, fasts out the whole four-and-twenty hours ov every Wednesday and Friday in the week as reg"lar as a Christian?"
"Oh, be asy, Masther Maguire," says the Pope.
"You don"t b"lieve me, don"t you?" says his Riv"rence; "very well, I"ll soon show you whether or no," and he put his knuckles in his mouth, and gev a whistle that made the Pope stop his fingers in his ears. The aycho, my dear, was hardly done playing wid the cobwebs in the cornish, when the door flies open, and in jumps Spring. The Pope happened to be sitting next the door, betuxt him and his Riv"rence, and, may I never die, if he didn"t clear him, thriple crown and all, at one spang. "G.o.d"s presence be about us!" says the Pope, thinking it was an evil spirit come to fly away wid him for the lie that he had tould in regard ov his mule (for it was nothing more nor a thrick that consisted in grazing the brute"s teeth): but, seeing it was only one ov the greatest beauties ov a greyhound that he"d ever laid his epistolical eyes on, he soon recovered ov his fright, and began to pat him, while Father Tom ris and went to the sideboord, where he cut a slice ov pork, a slice ov beef, a slice ov mutton, and a slice of salmon, and put them all on a plate thegither. "Here, Spring, my man," says he, setting the plate down afore him on the hearthstone, "here"s your supper for you this blessed Friday night." Not a word more he said nor what I tell you; and, you may believe it or not, but it"s the blessed truth that the dog, afther jist tasting the salmon, and spitting it out again, lifted his nose out o"
the plate, and stood wid his jaws wathering, and his tail wagging, looking up in his Riv"rence"s face, as much as to say, "Give me your absolution, till I hide them temptations out o" my sight."
"There"s a dog that knows his duty," says his Riv"rence; "there"s a baste that knows how to conduct himself aither in the parlour or the field. You think him a good dog, looking at him here; but I wisht you seen him on the side ov Slieve-an-Eirin! Be my soul, you"d say the hill was running away from undher him. Oh I wisht you had been wid me," says he, never letting on to see the dog at all, "one day, last Lent, that I was coming from ma.s.s. Spring was near a quarther ov a mile behind me, for the childher was delaying him wid bread and b.u.t.ther at the chapel door; when a lump ov a hare jumped out ov the plantations ov Grouse Lodge and ran acra.s.s the road; so I gev the whilloo, and knowing that she"d take the rise ov the hill, I made over the ditch, and up through Mullaghcashel as hard as I could pelt, still keeping her in view, but afore I had gone a perch, Spring seen her, and away the two went like the wind, up Drumrewy, and down Clooneen, and over the river, widout his being able ons"t to turn her. Well, I run on till I come to the Diff.a.gher, and through it I went, for the wather was low and I didn"t mind being wet shod, and out on the other side, where I got up on a ditch, and seen sich a coorse as I"ll be bound to say was never seen afore or since. If Spring turned that hare ons"t that day, he turned her fifty times, up and down, back and for"ard throughout and about. At last he run her right into the big quarryhole in Mullaghbawn, and when I went up to look for her fud, there I found him sthretched on his side, not able to stir a foot, and the hare lying about an inch afore his nose as dead as a door-nail, and divil a mark of a tooth upon her. Eh, Spring, isn"t that thrue?" says he. Jist at that minit the clock sthruck twelve, and, before you could say thrap-sticks, Spring had the plateful of mate consaled. "Now," says his Riv"rence, "hand me over my pound, for I"ve won my bate fairly."
"You"ll excuse me," says the Pope, pocketing his money, "for we put the clock half an hour back, out ov compliment to your Riv"rence," says he, "and it was Sathurday morning afore he came up at all."
"Well, it"s no matther," says his Riv"rence, putting back his pound-note in his pocket-book, "only," says he, "it"s hardly fair to expect a brute baste to be so well skilled in the science ov chronology."
In troth his Riv"rence was badly used in the same bate, for he won it clever; and, indeed, I"m afeared the shabby way he was thrated had some effect in putting it into his mind to do what he did. "Will your Holiness take a blast ov the pipe?" says he, dhrawing out his dhudeen.
"I never smoke," says the Pope, "but I haven"t the least objection to the smell of the tobaccay."
"Oh, you had betther take a dhraw," says his Riv"rence, "it"ll relish the dhrink, that "ud be too luscious entirely, widout something to flavour it."
"I had thoughts," said the Pope, wid the laste sign ov a hiccup on him, "ov getting up a broiled bone for the same purpose."
"Well," says his Riv"rence, "a broiled bone "ud do no manner ov harm at this present time; but a smoke," says he, ""ud flavour both the devil and the dhrink."