"Our son, Vara--our son, childhre: Jemmy got him out, an" got ourselves back to our farm! I had it partly from the n.o.ble Colonel"s own lips, an" the remainder from Mr. Moutray, that I met on my way home. But there"s more to come:--sure Jemmy has friends aquil to the Colonel himself: an" sure he"s at a Catholic boordin"-school, among gintlemen"s childhre, an" in a short time he"ll be a priest in full ordhers."
We here draw a veil over the delight of the family. Questions upon questions, replies upon replies, sifting and cross-examinations, followed in rapid succession, until all was known that the worthy man had to communicate.
Another simple scene followed, which, as an Irishman, I write with sorrow. When the joy of the family had somewhat subsided, the father, putting his hand in his coat-pocket, pulled out several large slices of mutton.
"Along wid all, childhre," said he, "the Colonel ordhered me my dinner.
I ate plinty myself, an" slipped these slices in my pocket for you: but the devil a one o" me knows what kind o" mate it is. An" I got wine, too! Oh!--Well, they may talk, but wine is the drink! Bring me the ould knife, till I make a fair divide of it among ye. Musha, what kind o"
mate can it be, for myself doesn"t remimber atin" any sort, barrin"
bacon an" a bit o" slink-veal of an odd time?"
They all ate it with an experimental air of sagacity that was rather amusing. None, however, had ever tasted mutton before, and consequently the name of the meat remained, on that occasion, a profound secret to M"Evoy and his family.* It is true, they supposed it to be mutton; but not one of them could p.r.o.nounce it to be such, from any positive knowledge of its peculiar flavor.
* There are hundreds of thousands--yes, millions--of the poorer cla.s.ses in Ireland, who have never tasted mutton!
"Well," said Dominick, "it"s no matther what the name of it is, in regard that it"s good mate, any way, for them that has enough of it."
With a fervent heart and streaming eyes did this virtuous family offer up their grateful prayers to that G.o.d whose laws they had not knowingly violated, and to whose providence they owed so much. Nor was their benefactor forgotten. The strength and energy of the Irish language, being that in which the peasantry usually pray, were well adapted to express the depth of their grat.i.tude towards a man who had, as they said, "humbled himself to look into their wants, as if he was like one of themselves!"
For upwards of ten years they had not gone to bed free from the heaviness of care, or the wasting grasp of poverty. Now their hearth was once more surrounded by peace and contentment; their burthens were removed, their pulses beat freely, and the language of happiness again was heard under their humble roof. Even sleep could not repress the vivacity of their enjoyments: they dreamt of their brother--for in the Irish heart domestic affections hold the first place;--they dreamt of the farm to which those affections had so long yearned. They trod it again as its legitimate possessors. Its fields were brighter, its corn waved with softer murmurs to the breeze, its harvests were richer, and the song of their harvest home more cheerful than before. Their delight was tumultuous, but intense; and when they arose in the morning to a sober certainty of waking bliss, they again knelt in worship to G.o.d with exulting hearts, and again offered up their sincere prayers in behalf of the just man who had a.s.serted their rights against the oppressor.
Colonel B. was a man who, without having been aware of it, possessed an excellent capacity for business. The neglect of his property resulted not from want of feeling, but merely from want of consideration. There had, moreover, been no precedent for him to follow. He had seen no Irishman of rank ever bestow a moment"s attention on his tenantry. They had been, for the most part, absentees like himself, and felt satisfied if they succeeded in receiving their half-yearly remittance in due course, without ever reflecting for a moment upon the situation of those from whom it was drawn.
Nay, what was more--he had not seen even the resident gentry enter into the state and circ.u.mstances of those who lived upon their property. It was a mere accident that determined him to become acquainted with his tenants; but no sooner had he seen his duty, and come to the resolution of performing it, than the decision of his character became apparent.
It is true, that, within the last few years, the Irish landlords have advanced in knowledge. Many of them have introduced more improved systems of agriculture, and instructed their tenants in the best methods of applying them; but during the time of which we write, an Irish landlord only saw his tenants when canva.s.sing them for their votes, and instructed them in dishonesty and perjury, not reflecting that he was then teaching them to practise the arts of dissimulation and fraud against himself. This was the late system: let us hope that it will be superseded by a better one; and that the landlord will think it a duty, but neither a trouble nor a condescension, to look into his own affairs, and keep an eye upon the morals and habits of his tenantry.
The Colonel, as he had said, remained more than a fortnight upon his estate; and, as he often declared since, the recollections arising from the good which he performed during that brief period, rendered it the portion of his past life upon which he could look with most satisfaction. He did not leave the country till he saw M"Evoy and his family restored to their farm, and once more independent;--until he had redressed every well-founded complaint, secured the affections of those who had before detested him, and diffused peace and comfort among every family upon his estate. From thenceforth he watched the interests of his tenants, and soon found that in promoting their welfare, and instructing them in their duties, he was more his own benefactor than theirs.
Before many years had elapsed, his property was wonderfully improved; he himself was called the "Lucky Landlord," "bekase," said the people, "ever since he spoke to, an" advised his tenants, we find that it"s lucky to live undher him. The people has heart to work wid a gintleman that won"t grind thim; an" so sign"s on it, every one thrives upon his land: an" dang my bones, but I believe a rotten stick "ud grow on it, set in case it was thried."
In sooth, his popularity became proverbial; but it is probable, that not even his justice and humanity contributed so much to this, as the vigor with which he prosecuted his suit against "Yellow Sam," whom he compelled literally to "disgorge" the fruits of his heartless extortion.
This worthy agent died soon after his disgrace, without any legitimate issue; and his property, which amounted to about fifty thousand pounds, is now inherited by a gentleman of the strictest honor and integrity. To this day his memory is detested by the people, who, with that bitterness by which they stigmatized a villain, have erected him into a standard of dishonesty. If a man become remarkable for want of principle, they usually say--"he"s as great a rogue as Yallow Sam;" or, "he is the greatest sconce that ever was in the country, barrin" Yallow Sam."
We now dismiss him, and request our readers, at the same time, not to suppose that we have held him up as a portrait of Irish agents in general. On the contrary, we believe that they const.i.tute a most respectable cla.s.s of men, who have certainly very difficult duties to perform. The Irish landlords, we are happy to say, taught by experience, have, for the most part, both seen and felt the necessity of appointing gentlemen of property to situations so very important, and which require so much patience, consideration, and humanity, in those who fill them.
We trust they will persevere in this plan; * but we can a.s.sure them, that all the virtues of the best agent can never compensate, in the opinion of the people, for neglect in the "Head Landlord." One visit, or act, even of nominal kindness, for him, will at any time produce more attachment and grat.i.tude among them, than a whole life spent in good offices by an agent. Like Sterne"s French Beggar, they would prefer a pinch of snuff from the one, to a guinea from the other. The agent only renders them a favor, but the Head Landlord does them an honor.
* This tale has been written nearly twelve years, but the author deeply regrets that the Irish landlords have disent.i.tled themselves to the favorable notice taken of them in the text.
Colonel B., immediately after his return home, sent for Mr. O"Brien, who waited on him with a greater degree of curiosity than perhaps he had ever felt before. The Colonel smiled as he extended his hand to him.
"Mr. O"Brien," said he, "I knew you would feel anxious to hear the result of my visit to the estate which this man with the nickname managed for me."
"Managed, sir? Did you say managed?"
"I spoke in the past time, O"Brien: he is out."
"Then your protege"s story was correct, sir?"
"True to a t.i.tle. O"Brien, there is something extraordinary in that boy; otherwise, how could it happen that a sickly, miserable-looking creature, absolutely in tatters, could have impressed us both so strongly with a sense of the injustice done ten years ago to his father?
It is, indeed, remarkable."
"The boy, Colonel, deeply felt that act of injustice, and the expression of it came home to the heart."
"I have restored his father, however. The poor man and his family are once more happy. I have stocked their old farm for them; in! fact, they now enjoy comfort and independence."
"I am glad, sir, that you have done them justice. That act, alone, will go far to redeem your character from the odium which the conduct of your agent was calculated to throw upon it."
"There is not probably in Ireland a landlord so popular as I am this moment--at least among my tenants on that property. Restoring M"Evoy, however, is but a small part of what I have done. Carson"s pranks were incredible. He was a rack-renter of the first water. A person named Brady had paid him twenty-five guineas as a douceur--in other words, as a bribe--for renewing a lease for him; yet, after having received the money, he kept the poor man dangling after him, and at length told him that he was offered a larger sum by another. In some cases he kept back the receipts, and made the poor people pay twice, which was still more iniquitous. Then, sir, he would not take bank notes in payment. No; he was so wonderfully concientious, and so zealously punctual in fulfilling my wishes, as he told them on the subject, that nothing would pa.s.s in payment but gold. This gold, sir, they were compelled to receive from himself, at a most oppressive premium; so that he actually fleeced them under my name, in every conceivable manner and form of villainy. He is a usurer, too; and, I am told, worth forty or fifty thousand pounds: but, thank heaven! he is no longer an agent of mine."
"It gives me sincere pleasure, sir, that you have at length got correct habits of thinking upon your duties as an Irish landlord; for believe me, Colonel B., as a subject involving a great portion of national happiness or national misery, it is ent.i.tled to the deepest and most serious consideration, not only of the cla.s.s to which you belong, but of the legislature. Something should be done, sir, to improve the condition of the poorer cla.s.ses. A rich country and poor inhabitants is an anomaly; and whatever is done should be prompt and effectual. If the Irish landlords looked directly into the state of their tenantry, and set themselves vigorously to the task of bettering their circ.u.mstances, they would, I am certain, establish the tranquillity and happiness of the country at large. The great secret, Colonel, of the dissensions that prevail among us is the poverty of the people. They are poor, and therefore the more easily wrought up to outrage; they are poor, and think that any change must be for the better; they are not only poor, but imaginative, and the fittest recipients for those vague speculations by which they are deluded. Let their condition be improved, and the most fertile source of popular tumult and crime is closed. Let them be taught how to labor: let them not be bowed to the earth by rents so far above the real value of their lands. The pernicious maxims which float among them must be refuted--not by theory, but by practical lessons performed before their eyes for their own advantage. Let them be taught how to discriminate between their real interests and their prejudices; and none can teach them all this so effectually as their landlords, if they could be roused from their apathy, and induced to undertake the task. Who ever saw a poor nation without great crimes?"
"Very true, O"Brien; quite true. I am resolved to inspect personally the condition of those who reside on my other estates. But now about our protege? How is he doing?"
"Extremely well. I have had a letter from him a few days ago, in which he alludes to the interest you have taken in himself and his family, with a depth of feeling truly affecting."
"When you write to him, let him know that I have placed his father in his old farm; and that Carson is out. Say I am sure he will conduct himself properly, in which case I charge myself with his expenses until he shall have accomplished his purpose. After that he may work his own way through life, and I have no doubt but he will do it well and honorably."
Colonel B------"s pledge on this occasion was n.o.bly redeemed. Our humble hero pursued his studies with zeal and success. In due time he entered Maynooth, where he distinguished himself not simply for smartness as a student, but as a young man possessed of a mind far above the common order. During all this time nothing occurred worthy of particular remark, except that, in fulfilment of his former vow, he never wrote to any of his friends; for the reader should have been told, that this was originally comprehended in the determination he had formed. He received ordination at the hands of his friend the Bishop, whom we have already introduced to the reader, and on the same day he was appointed by that gentleman to a curacy in his own parish. The Colonel, whose regard for him never cooled, presented him with fifty pounds, together with a horse, saddle, and bridle; so that he found himself in a capacity to enter upon his duties in a decent and becoming manner. Another circ.u.mstance that added considerably to his satisfaction, was the appointment of Mr. O"Brien to a parish adjoining that of the Bishop.
James"s afflictions had been the means of bringing the merits of that excellent man before his spiritual superior, who became much attached to him, and availed himself of the earliest opportunity of rewarding his un.o.btrusive piety and benevolence.
No sooner was his ordination completed, than the long suppressed yearnings after his home and kindred came upon his spirit with a power that could not be restrained. He took leave of his friends with a beating heart, and set out on a delightful summer morning to revisit all that had been, notwithstanding his long absence and severe trials, so strongly wrought into his memory and affections. Our readers may, therefore, suppose him on his journey home, and permit, themselves to be led in imagination to the house of his former friend, Lanigan, where we must lay the scene for the present.
Lanigan"s residence has the same comfortable and warm appearance which always distinguishes the habitation of the independent and virtuous man.
What, however, can the stir, and bustle, and agitation which prevail in it mean? The daughters run out to a little mound, a natural terrace, beside the house, and look anxiously towards the road; then return, and almost immediately appear again, with the same intense anxiety to catch a glimpse of some one whom they expect. They look keenly; but why is it that their disappointment appears to be attended with such dismay?
They go into their father"s house once more, wringing their hands, and betraying all the symptoms of affliction. Here is their mother, too, coming to peer into the distance, she is rocking with that motion peculiar to Irishwomen when suffering distress. She places her open hand upon her brows that she may collect her sight to a particular spot; she is blinded by her tears; breaks out into a low wail, and returns with something like the darkness of despair on her countenance. She goes into the house, pa.s.ses through the kitchen, and enters into a bed-room; seats herself on a chair beside the bed, and renews her low but" bitter wail of sorrow. Her husband is lying in that state which the peasantry know usually precedes the agonies of death.
"For the sake of the livin" G.o.d," said he, on seeing her, "is there any sign o" them?"
"Not yet, a _suillish_; (* My light) but they will soon--they must soon, asth.o.r.e, be here, an" thin your mind will be asy."
"Oh, Alley, Alley, if you could know what I suffer for "fraid I"d die widout the priest you"d pity me!"
"I do pity you, asth.o.r.e: but don"t be cast down, for I have my trust in G.o.d that he won"t desart you in your last hour. You did what you could, my heart"s pride; you bent before him night an" mornin", and sure the poor neighbor never wint from your door widout lavin" his blessin"
behind him."
The dying man raised his hands feebly from the bed-clothes; "Ah!" he exclaimed, "I thought I did a great dale, Alley: but now--but now--it appears nothin" to what I ought to a" done when I could. Still, avour-neen, my life"s not unpleasant when I look back at it; for I can"t remimber that I ever purposely offinded a livin" mortal. All I want to satisfy me is the priest."
"No, avourneen, you did not; for it wasn"t in you to offind a child."
"Alley, you"ll pardon me an" forgive me acushla, if ever--if ever I did what was displasin" to you! An" call in the childhre, till I see them about me--I want to have their forgiveness, too. I know I"ll have it--for they wor good childhre, an" ever loved me."
The daughters now entered the room, exclaiming--"_Ahir dheelish_ (beloved father), Pether is comin" by himself, but no priest! Blessed Queen of Heaven, what will we do! Oh! father darlin", are you to die widout the Holy Ointment?"
The sick man clasped his hands, looked towards heaven and groaned aloud.
"Oh, it"s hard, this," said he. "It"s hard upon me! Yet I won"t be cast down. I"ll trust in my good G.o.d; I"ll trust in his blessed name!"
His wife, on hearing that her son was returned without the priest, sat, with her face shrouded by her ap.r.o.n, weeping in grief that none but they who know the dependence which those belonging to her church place in its last rites can comprehend. The children appeared almost distracted; their grief had more of that stunning character which attends unexpected calamity, than of sorrow for one who is gradually drawn from life.
At length the messenger entered the room, and almost choked with tears, stated that both priests were absent that day at Conference, and would not return till late.