Mrs. Dalton, on her return home from her unsuccessful visit to the miser"s, found her family in the same state of grievous privation in which she had left them. "Tis true she had not mentioned to any of them her intention of appealing to the grat.i.tude or humanity of Skinadre; yet they knew, by an intuitive perception of her purpose, that she had gone to him, and although their pride would not allow them to ask a favor directly from him, yet they felt pleased that she had made the experiment, and had little doubt that the miser, by obliging her in the request she went to prefer, would gladly avail himself of the circ.u.mstance to regain their good will, not so much on their own account, as for the sake of standing well in the world, in whose opinion he knew he had suffered by his treachery towards them in the matter of their farm. She found her husband seated in an old arm-chair, which, having been an heir-loom in the family for many a long year, had, with one or two other things, been purchased in at the sheriff"s sale.
There was that chair, which had come down to them from three or four generations; an old clock, some smaller matters, and a grey sheep, the pet of a favorite daughter, who had been taken away from them by decline during the preceding autumn. There are objects, otherwise of little value, to which we cling for the sake of those unforgotten affections, and old mournful a.s.sociations that invest indifferent things with a feeling of holiness and sorrow by which they are made sacred to the heart.
Condy Dalton was a man tolerably well stricken in years; his face was pale, but not unhealthy looking; and his hair, which rather flowed about his shoulders, was almost snow white--a circ.u.mstance which, in this case, was not attributed to the natural progress of years, but to that cankered remorse which turns the head grey before its time. Their family now consisted of two sons and two daughters, the original number having been two sons and three daughters--one of the latter having fallen a victim to decline, as we have already stated. The old man was sitting in the arm-chair, in which he leant back, having his chin at the same time on his breast, a position which gave something very peculiar to his appearance.
As Mrs. Dalton had occupied a good deal of time in unsuccessfully seeking for relief from other sources, it is unnecessary to say that the day had now considerably advanced, and the heavy shadows of this dismal and unhealthy evening had thrown their gloom over the aspect of all nature, to which they gave an appearance of desolation that was in painful keeping with the sickness and famine that so mercilessly scourged the kingdom at large. A pot of water hung upon a dark slow fire, in order that as little time as possible might be lost in relieving their physical wants, on Mrs. Dalton"s return with the relief which they expected.
"Here"s my mother," said one of her daughters, looking with a pale cheek and languid eye out of the door; for she, too, had been visited by the prevailing illness; "an", my G.o.d! she"s comin" as she went--empty handed!"
The other sister and Con, her brother, went also to look out, and there she was, certainly without relief.
"She isn"t able to carry it herself," said their father; "or maybe she"s comin" to get one of you--Con, I suppose--to go for it. Bad as Skinadre is, he wouldn"t have the heart to refuse us a lock o" meal to keep the life in us. Oh! no, he"d not do that."
In a few moments Mrs. Dalton entered, and after looking upon the scene of misery about her, she sat down and burst into tears. "Mother," said the daughter, "there"s no relief, then? You came as you went, I see."
"I came as I went, Nanty; but there is relief. There"s relief for the poor of this world in Heaven; but on this earth, an" in this world, there is none for us--glory be to the name of G.o.d, still."
"So Skinadre refused, then?" said her husband; "he wouldn"t give the meal?"
"No," she replied, "he would not; but the truth is, our woful" state is now so well known, that n.o.body will trust us; they know there"s no chance of ever bein" paid, an" they all say they can"t afford it."
"I"m not surprised at what Tom says," observed our friend, young Con, "that the meal-mongers and strong farmers that keep the provisions up on the poor desarves to be smashed and tramped under foot; an" indeed they"ll get it, too, before long, for the people can"t stand this, especially when one knows that there"s enough, ay, and more than enough, in the country."
"If had tobacco," said the old man, "I didn"t care--that would keep the hunger off o" me; but it"s poor Mary, here, now recoverin" from the sickness, that I pity; don"t cry, Mary, dear; come here, darlin", come here, and turn up that ould creel, and sit down beside me. It"s useless to bid you not to cry, avourneen machree, bekaise we all know what you feel; but you have one comfort--you are innocent--so are you all--there"s nothing on any of your minds--no dark thought to lie upon your heart--oh, no, no; an" if it was only myself that was to suffer, I could bear it; but to see them that"s innocent sufferin" along wid me, is what kills me. This is the hand of G.o.d that"s upon us, an" that will be upon us, an" that has been upon us, an" I knew it would be so; for ever since that black night, the thought--the thought of what happened!--ay, it"s that that"s in me, an" upon me--it"s that that has put wrinkles in my cheek before their time, an" that has made my hair white before its time, and that has--"
"Con, dear," observed his wife, "I never wished you to be talkin" of that before them; sure you did as much as a man could do; you repented, an" were sorry for it, an" what more could be expected from you?"
"Father, dear," said Mary, drying, or struggling to dry her tears, "don"t think of me, or of any of us, nor don"t think of anything that will disturb your mind--don"t think of the, at any rate--I"m very weak, but I"m not so hungry as you may think; if I had one mouthful of anything just to take this feelin" that I have inwardly, an" this weakness away, I would be satisfied--that would do me; an" although I"m cryin" it"s more to see your misery, father dear, an" all your miseries, than for what I"m sufferin" myself; but there"s a kiss for you, it"s all I have to give you."
"Mary, dear," said her sister, smote to the heart by her words, "you"re sufferin" more than any of us, you an" my father," and she encircled her lovingly and mournfully in her arms as she spoke, and kissed her wan lips, after which she went to the old man, and said in a voice of compa.s.sion and consolation that was calculated to soothe any hearers--
"Oh, father, dear, if you could only banish all uneasy thoughts from your mind--if you could only throw that darkness that"s so often over you, off you, we could bear anything--anything--Oh, anything, if we seen you aisy in your mind, an" happy!"
Mrs. Dalton had dried her tears, and sat upon a low stool musing and silent, and apparently revolving in her mind the best course to be pursued under such circ.u.mstances. It was singular to observe the change that had taken place in her appearance even within a few hours; the situation of her family, and her want of success in procuring them food, had so broken down her spirits and crushed her heart, that the lines of her face were deepened and her features sharpened and impressed with the marks of suffering as strongly as if they had been left there by the affliction of years. Her son leant himself against a piece of the broken wall that partially divided their hut into something like two rooms, if they could be called so, and from time to time he glanced about him, now at his father, then at his poor sisters, and again at his heart-broken mother, with an impatient agony of spirit that could scarcely be conceived.
"Well," said he, clenching his hands and grinding his teeth, "it is expected that people like us will sit tamely undher sich tratement as we have resaved from d.i.c.k o" the Grange. Oh, if we had now the five hundre good pounds that we spent upon our farm--spent, as it turned out, not for ourselves, but to enable that ould villain of a landlord to set it to Darby Skinadre; for I b"lieve it"s he that"s to get it, with strong inthrest goin" into his pocket for all our improvements; if we had now,"
he continued, his pa.s.sion rising, "if we had that five hundre pounds now, or one hundre, or one pound, great G.o.d! ay, or one shillin" now, wouldn"t it save some of you from starving"
This reflection, which in the young man excited only wrath, occasioned the female portion of the family to burst into fresh sorrow; not so the old man; he arose hastily, and paced up and down the floor in a state of gloomy indignation and fury which far transcended that of his son.
"Oh!" said he, "if I was a young man, as I was wanst--but the young men now are poor, pitiful, cowardly--I would--I would;" he paused suddenly, however, looked up, and clasping his hands, exclaimed--"forgive me, O G.o.d! forgive the thought that was in my unhappy heart! Oh, no, no, never, never allow yourself, Con, dear, to be carried away by anger, for "fraid you might do in one minute, or in a short fit of anger, what might make you pa.s.s many a sleepless night, an" maybe banish the peace of G.o.d from your heart forever!"
"G.o.d bless you for them last words, Condy!" exclaimed his wife, "that"s the way I wish you always to spake; but what to do, or where to go, or who to turn to, unless to G.o.d himself, I don"t know."
"We"re come to it at last," said their daughter Peggy; "little we thought of it, but at all events, it"s betther to do that than to do worse--betther than to rob or steal, or do an ondaicent act of any kind. In the name of G.o.d, then, rather than you should die of hunger, Mary--you an" my father an" all of yez--I"ll go out and beg from the neighbors."
"Beg!" shouted the old man, with a look of rage--"beg!" he repeated, starting to his feet and seizing his staff--"beg! you shameless and disgraceful strap. Do you talk of a Dalton goin" out to bee? taka that!"
And as he spoke, he hit her over the arm with a stick he always carried.
"Now that will teach you to talk of beg-gin". No!--die--die first--die at wanst; but no beggin" for any one wid the blood of a Dalton in their veins. Death--death--a thousand times sooner!"
"Father--oh! father, father, why, why did you do that?" exclaimed his son, "to strike poor kind an" heart-broken Peggy, that would shed her blood for you or any of us. Oh! father, I am sorry to see it."
The sorrowing girl turned pale by the blow, and a few tears came down her cheeks; but she thought not of herself, nor of her sufferings. After the necessary pause caused by the pain, she ran to him, and, throwing her arms about his neck, exclaimed in a gush of sorrow that was perfectly heart-rending to witness--
"Oh! father dear, forgive me--your own poor Peggy; sure it was chiefly on your account and Mary"s I was goin" to do it. I won"t go, then, since you don"t wish it; but I"ll die with you."
The old man flung the stick from him, and clasping her in his arms, he sobbed and wept aloud.
"My darlin" child," he exclaimed, "that never yet gave one of us a bad word or angry look--will you forgive your unhappy father, that doesn"t know what he"s doin"! Oh! I feel that this state we"re in--this outher desolation an" misery we"re in--will drive me mad! but that hasty blow, _avourneen machree_--that hasty blow an" the hot temper that makes me give it, is my curse yet, has always been my curse, an" ever will be my curse; it"s that curse that"s upon me now, an" upon all of us this minute--it is, it is!"
"Condy," said his wife, "we all know that you"re not as bad as you make yourself. Within the last few years your temper has been sorely tried, and your heart too, G.o.d knows; for our trials and our downcome in this world has been great. In all these trials, however, and sufferings, its a consolation to us, that we never neglected to praise an" worship the Almighty--we are now brought almost to the very last pa.s.s--let us go to our knees, then, an" throw ourselves upon His mercy, and beg of Him to support us, an" if it"s His holy will, to aid us, and send us relief."
"Oh, Mary dear," exclaimed her husband, "but you are the valuable and faithful wife! If ever woman was a protectin" angel to man, you wor to me. Come children, in the name of the merciful G.o.d, let us kneel and pray."
The bleak and depressing aspect of twilight had now settled down upon the sweltering and deluged country, and the air was warm, thick, moist, and consequently unhealthy. The cabin of the Daltons was placed in a low, damp situation; but fortunately it was approached by a remnant of one of those old roads or causeways which had once been peculiar to the remote parts of the country, and also of very singular structure, the least stone in it being considerably larger than a shilling loaf. This causeway was nearly covered with gra.s.s, so that in addition to the antique and desolate appearance which this circ.u.mstance gave it, the footsteps of a pa.s.senger could scarcely be heard as they fell upon the thick close gra.s.s with which its surface was mostly covered.
Along this causeway, then, at the very hour when the Daltons, moved by that piety which is characteristic of our peasantry, had gone to prayer, was the strange woman whom we have already noticed, proceeding with that relief which it may be G.o.d in His goodness had ordained should reach them in answer to the simple but trustful spirit of their supplications.
On reaching the miserable looking cabin, she paused, listened, and heard their voices blend in those devout tones that always mark the utterance of prayer among the people. They were, in fact, repeating a Rosary, and surely, it is not for those who differ with them in creed, or for any one who feel the influence of true charity, to quarrel with the form of prayer, when the heart is moved as theirs were, by earnestness and humble piety.
The strange woman on approaching the door more nearly, stood again for a minute or two, having been struck more forcibly by something which gave a touching and melancholy character to this simple act of domestic worship. She observed, for instance, that their prayers were blended with many sighs, and from time to time, a groan escaped from one of the males, which indicated either deep remorse or a sense of some great misery. One of the female voices, too, was so feeble as scarcely to be heard, yet there ran through it, she felt, a spirit of such tender and lowly resignation, mingled with such an expression of profound sorrow, as almost moved her to tears. The door was open, and the light so dim, that she could not distinctly see their persons--two circ.u.mstances which for a moment induced her to try if it were possible to leave the meal there without their knowledge. She determined otherwise, however, and as their prayers were almost immediately concluded, she entered the house.
The appearance of a stranger in the dusky gloom carrying a burden, caused them to suppose that it was some poor person coming to ask charity, or permission to stop for the night.
"Who is this?" asked Condy. "Some poor person, I suppose, axin"
charity," he added. "But G.o.d"s will be done, we haven"t it to give this many a long day. Glory be to his name!"
"This is Condy Dalton"s house?" said the strange woman in a tone of inquiry.
"Sich as it is, it"s his house, an" the best he has, my poor creature. I wish it was betther both for his sake and yours," he replied, in a calm and resigned voice, for his heart had been touched and solemnized by the act of devotion which had just concluded.
Mrs. Dalton, in the meantime, had thrown a handful of straw on the fire to make a temporary light.
"Here," said the stranger, "is a present of meal that a" friend sent you."
"Meal!" exclaimed Peggy Dalton, with a faint scream of joy; "did you say meal?" she asked.
"I did," replied the other; "a friend that heard of your present distress, and thinks you don"t desarve it, sent it to you."
Mrs. Dalton raised the burning straw, and looked for about half a minute into her face, during which the woman carried the meal over and placed it on the hearth.
"I met you to-day, I think," said Mrs. Dalton, "along with Donnel Dhu"s wife on your way to Darby Skinadre"s?"
"You might," replied the woman; "for I went there part o" the road with her."
"And who are we indebted to for the present?" she asked again.
"I"m not at liberty to say," replied the other; "barrin" that it"s from a friend and well-wisher."
Mrs. Dalton clasped her hands, and looking with an appearance of abstraction, on the straw as it burned in the fire, said in a voice that became infirm by emotion--