"He will, avick," said the farmer himself--"he will. Cheer up, my good boy! I know thim that"s larned an" creditable clargy this day, that went as you"re goin"--ay, an" that ris an" helped their parents, an" put them above poverty an" distress; an" never fear, wid a blessin", but you"ll do the same."
"That"s what brings me at all," replied the boy, drying his tears; "if I was once able to take them out o" their distresses, I"d be happy: only I"m afeard the cares o" the world will break my father"s heart before I have it in my power to a.s.sist him."
"No such thing, darlin"," said the good woman. "Sure his hopes out o"
you, an" his love for you will keep him up; an" you dunna but G.o.d may give him a blessin" too, avick."
"Mix another sup o"that for him," said the fanner: "he"s low spirited, an" it"s too strong to give him any more of it as it is. Childhre, where"s the masther from us--eh? Why, thin, G.o.d help them, the crathurs--wasn"t it thoughtful o" them to lave the place while he was at his dinner, for fraid he"d be dashed--manin" them young crathurs, Alley, But can you tell us where the "masther" is? Isn"t this his night wid us?
I know he tuck his dinner here."
"Ay did he; but it"s up to Larry Murphy"s he"s gone, to thry his son in his book-keepin". Mavrone, but he had time enough to put him well through it afore this, any way."
As she spoke, a short thickset man, with black twinkling eyes and ruddy cheeks entered. This personage was no other than the schoolmaster of that district, who circulated, like a newspaper, from one farmer"s house to another, in order to expound for his kind entertainers the news of the day, his own learning, and the very evident extent of their ignorance.
The moment he came in, the farmer and his wife rose with an air of much deference, and placed a chair for him exactly opposite the fire, leaving a respectful distance on each side, within which no illiterate mortal durst presume to sit.
"Misther Corcoran," said the farmer, presenting Jemmy"s satchel, through which the shapes of the books were quite plain, "_thig in thu shinn?_"
(* Do you understand this) and as he spoke he looked significantly at its owner.
"Ah," replied the man of letters, "thigum, thigum. (* I understand) G.o.d be wid the day when I carried the likes of it. "Tis a badge of polite genius, that no boy need be ashamed of. So my young suckling of litherature, you"re bound for Munster?--for that counthry where the swallows fly in conic sections--where the magpies and the turkey"s confab in Latin, and the cows and bullocks will roar you Doric Greek--bo-a-o--clamo. What"s your pathronymic? _quo nomine gowdes, Domine doctissime?_"
The lad was silent; but the farmer"s wife turned up the whites of her eyes with an expression of wonder and surprise at the erudition of the "masther."
"I persave you are as yet uninitiated into the elementary principia of the languages; well--the honor is still before you. What"s your name?"
"James M"Evoy, sir."
Just now the farmer"s family began to a.s.semble round the s.p.a.cious hearth; the young lads, whose instruction the worthy teacher claimed as his own peculiar task, came timidly forward, together with two or three pretty bashful girls with sweet flashing eyes, and countenances full of feeling and intelligence. Behind on the settles, half-a-dozen servants of both s.e.xes sat in pairs--each boy placing himself beside his favorite girl. These appeared to be as strongly interested in the learned conversation which the master held, as if they were masters and mistresses of Munster Latin and Doric Greek themselves; but an occasional thump cautiously bestowed by no slender female hand upon the st.u.r.dy shoulder of her companion, or a dry cough from one of the young men, fabricated to drown the coming blow, gave slight indications that they contrived to have a little amus.e.m.e.nt among themselves, altogether independent of Mr. Corcoran"s erudition.
When the latter came in, Jemmy was taking the tumbler of punch which the farmer"s wife had mixed for him; on this he fixed an expressive glance, which instantly reverted to the _vanithee_, and from her to the large bottle which stood in a window to the right of the fire. It is a quick eye, however, that can antic.i.p.ate Irish hospitality.
"Alley," said the farmer, ere the wife had time to comply with the hint conveyed by the black, twinkling eye of the schoolmaster; "why, Alley"--
"Sure, I am," she replied, "an" will have it for you in less than no time."
She accordingly addressed herself to the bottle, and in a few minutes handed a reeking jug of punch to the _Farithee_, or good man.
"Come, Masther, by the hand o" my body, I don"t like dhry talk so long as I can get anything to moisten the discoorse. Here"s your health, Masther," continued the farmer, winking at the rest, "and a speedy conclusion to what you know! In throth, she"s the pick of a good girl--not to mintion what she has for her portion. I"m a friend to the same family, an" will put a spoke in your wheel, Masther, that"ll sarve you."
"Oh, Mr. Lanigan, very well, sir--very well--you"re becoming quite facetious upon me," said the little man, rather confused; "but upon my credit and reputation, except the amorous inclination and regard to me is on her side," and he looked sheepishly at his hands, "I can"t say that the arrows of Cupid have as yet pinethrated the sintimintal side of my heart. It is not with me as it was wid Dido--hem--
Non "haeret lateri lethalis arundo,"
as Virgil says. Yet I can"t say, but if a friend were to become spokesman for me, and insinuate in my behalf a small taste of amorous sintimintality, why--hem, hem, hem! The company"s health! Lad, James M"Evoy, your health, and success to you, my good boy!--hem, hem!"
"Here"s wishin" him the same!" said the farmer.
"James," said the schoolmaster, "you are goin" to Munsther, an" I can say that I have travelled it from end to end, not to a bad purpose, I hope--hem! Well, a bouchal, there are hard days and nights before you, so keep a firm heart. If you have money, as "tis likely you have, don"t let a single rap of it into the hands of the schoolmaster, although the first thing he"ll do will be to bring you home to his own house, an"
palaver you night an" day, till he succeeds in persuading you to leave it in his hands for security. You might, if not duly pre-admonished, surrender it to his solicitations, for--
"Nemo mortalium omnibus horis sapit."
Michael, what case is mortalium?" added he, suddenly addressing one of the farmer"s sons; "come, now, Michael, where"s your brightness? What case is mortalium?"
The boy was taken by surprise, and for a few minutes could not reply.
"Come man," said the father, "be sharp, spake out bravely, an" don"t be afraid; nor don"t be in a hurry aither, we"ll wait for you."
"Let him alone--let him alone," said Corcoran; "I"ll face the same boy agin the county for cuteness. If he doesn"t expound that, I"ll never consthru a line of Latin, or Greek, or Masoretic, while I"m livin"."
His cunning master knew right well that the boy, who was only confused at the suddenness of the question, would feel no difficulty in answering it to his satisfaction. Indeed, it was impossible for him to miss it, as he was then reading the seventh book of Virgil, and the fourth of Homer.
It is, however, a trick with such masters to put simple questions of that nature to their pupils, when at the houses of their parents, as knotty and difficult, and when they are answered, to a.s.sume an air of astonishment at the profound reach of thought displayed by the pupil.
When Michael recovered himself, he instantly replied, "_Mortalium_ is the genitive case of nemo, by "_Nomina Partiva_.""
Corcoran laid down the tumbler, which he was in the act of raising to his lips, and looked at the lad with an air of surprise and delight, then at the farmer and his wife, alternately, and shook his head with much mystery. "Michael," said he to the lad; "will you go out and tell us what the night"s doin"."
The boy accordingly went out--"Why," said Corcoran, in his absence, "if ever there was a phanix, and that boy will be the bird--an Irish phanix he will be, a
_Rara avis in terris, nigroque simillima cygno!_
There"s no batin" him at anything he undher-takes. Why, there"s thim that are makin" good bread by their larnin", that couldn"t resolve that; and you all saw how he did it widout the book! Why, if he goes on at this rate, I"m afraid he"ll soon be too many for myself--hem!"
"Too many for yourself! Fill the masther"s tumbler, Alley. Too many for yourself! No, no! I doubt he"ll never see that day, bright as he is, an"
cute. That"s it--put a hape upon it. Give me your hand, masther. I thank you for your attention to him, an" the boy is a credit to us. Come over, Michael, avourneen. Here, take what"s in this tumbler, an" finish it.
Be a good boy and mind your lessons, an" do everything the masther here--the Lord bless him!--bids you; an" you"ll never want a frind, masther, nor a dinner, nor a bed, nor a guinea, while the Lord spares me aither the one or the other."
"I know it, Mr. Lanigan, I know it; and I will make that boy the pride of Ireland, if I"m spared. I"ll show him _cramboes_ that would puzzle the great Scaliger himself; and many other difficulties I"ll let him into, that I have never let out yet, except to Tim Kearney, that bate them all at Thrinity College in Dublin up, last June."
"Arrah, how was that, Masther?"
"Tim, you see, went in to his Entrance Examinayshuns, and one of the Fellows came to examine him, but divil a long it was till Tim sacked him.
""Go back agin", says Tim, "and sind some one that"s able to tache me, for you"re not."
"So another greater scholar agin came to yry Tim, and did thry him, and Tim made a _hare_ of _him_, before all that was in the place--five or six thousand ladies and gintlemen, at laste!
"The great learned Fellows thin began to look odd enough; so they picked out the best scholar among them but one, and slipped him at Tim; but well becomes Tim, the never a long it was till he had him, too, as dumb as a post. The fellow went back--
""Gintlemen," says he to the rest, "we"ll be disgraced all out," says he, "for except the Prowost sacks that Munsther spalpeen, he"ll bate us all, an" we"ll never be able to hould up our heads afther."
"Accordingly, the Prowost attacks Tim; and such a meetin" as they had, never was seen in Thrinity College since its establishment. At last when they had been nine hours and a half at it, the Prowost put one word to him that Tim couldn"t expound, so he lost it by one word only. For the last two hours the Prowost carried on the examinashun in Hebrew, thinking, you see, he had Tim there; but he was mistaken, for Tim answered him in good Munsther Irish, and it so happened that they understood each other, for the two languages are first cousins, or, at all evints, close blood relations. Tim was then p.r.o.nounced to be the best scholar in Ireland except the Prowost; though among ourselves, they might have thought of the man that taught him. That, however, wasn"t all. A young lady fell in love wid Tim, and is to make him a present of herself and her great fortune (three estates) the moment he becomes a counsellor; and in the meantime she allows him thirty pounds a year to bear his expenses, and live like a gintleman.
"Now to return to the youth in the corner: _Nemo mortalium omnibus horis sapit_, Jemmy keep your money, or give it to the priest to keep, and it will be safest; but by no means let the Hyblean honey of the schoolmaster"s blarney deprive you of it, otherwise it will be a _vale, vale, longum vale_ between you. _Crede experto!_"
"Masther," said the farmer, "many a sthrange accident you met wid on yer thravels through Munsther?"
"No doubt of that, Mr. Lanigan. I and another boy thravelled it in society together. One day we were walking towards a gintleman"s house on the road side, and it happened that we met the owner of it in the vicinity, although we didn"t know him to be such.