"And what is that, Briney?"
"Why, I"ll--but, Phaddhy,don"t be talking of this, bekase, if it should come to be known, I might get my brains knocked out by some of the heretics."
"Never fear, Briney, there"s no danger of that--but what is it?"
"Why, I"ll translate all the Protestants into a.s.ses, and then we"ll get our hands red of them altogether."
"Well, that flogs for cuteness, and it"s a wondher the clargy* doesn"t do it, and them has the power; for "twould give us pace entirely. But, Briney, will you speak in Latin to Father Philemy on Thursday?"
* I have no hesitation in a.s.serting that the bulk of the uneducated peasantry really believe that the priests have this power.
"To tell you the thruth, Phaddhy, I would rather he wouldn"t examine me this bout, at all at all."
"Ay, but you know we couldn"t go agin him, Briney, bekase he promised to get you into the college. Will you speak some Latin, now till I hear you?"
"Hem!--_Verb.u.m personaley cohairit c.u.m nomnatibo numbera at persona at numquam sera yeast at bonis moras voia_."
"Bless my heart!--and, Briney, where"s that taken from?"
"From Syntax, Phaddhy."
"And who was Syntax--do you know, Briney?"
"He was a Roman, Phaddhy, bekase there"s a Latin prayer in the beginning of the book."
"Ay, was he--a priest, I"ll warrant him. Well, Briney, do you mind yer Latin, and get on wid yer larnin", and when you grow up you"ll have a pair of boots, and a horse of your own (and a good broadcloth black coat, too) to ride on, every bit as good as Father Philemy"s, and may be betther nor Father Con"s."
From this point, which usually wound up these colloquies between the father and son, the conversation generally diverged into the more s.p.a.cious fields of science; so that by the time they reached home, Briney had probably given the father a learned dissertation upon the elevation of the clouds above the earth, and told him within how many thousand miles they approached it, at their nearest point of approximation.
"Katty," said Phaddhy, when he got home, "we"re to have a station here on Thursday next: "twas given out from the altar to-day by Father Philemy."
"Oh, wurrah, wurrah!" exclaimed Katty, overwhelmed at the consciousness of her own incapacity to get up a dinner in sufficient style for such guests--"wurrah, wurrah! Phaddhy, ahagur, what on the livin" earth will we do at all at all! Why, we"ll never be able to manage it."
"Arrah, why, woman; what do they want but their skinful to eat and dhrink, and I"m sure we"re able to allow them that, any way?"
"Arrah, bad manners to me, but you"re enough to vex a saint--"their skinful to eat and dhrink!"--you common crathur you, to speak that way of the clargy, as if it was ourselves or the laborers you war spaking of."
"Ay, and aren"t we every bit as good as they are, if you go to that?--haven"t we sowls to be saved as well as themselves?"
""As good as they are!"--as good as the clargy!! _Manum a yea agus a wurrah!_*--listen to what he says! Phaddhy, take care of yourself, you"ve got rich, now; but for all that, take care of yourself. You had betther not bring the priest"s ill-will, or his bad heart upon us. You know they never thruv that had it; and maybe it"s a short time your riches might stay wid you, or maybe it"s a short time you might stay wid them: at any rate, G.o.d forgive you, and I hope he will, for making use of sich unsanctified words to your lawful clargy."
* My soul to G.o.d and the Virgin.
"Well, but what do you intind to do?---or, what do you think of getting for them?" inquired Phaddy.
"Indeed, it"s very little matther what I get for them, or what I"ll do either--sorrow one of myself cares almost: for a man in his senses, that ought to know better, to make use of such low language about the blessed and holy crathurs, that hasn"t a stain of sin about them, no more than the child unborn!"
"So you think."
"So I think! aye, and it would be betther for you that you thought so, too; but ye don"t know what"s before ye yet, Phaddhy--and now take warnin" in time, and mend your life."
"Why what do you see wrong in my life? Am I a drunkard? am I lazy? did ever I neglect my business? was I ever bad to you or to the childher?
didn"t I always give yez yer fill to ate, and kept yez as well clad as yer neighbors that was richer? Don"t I go to my knees, too, every night and morning?"
"That"s true enough, but what signifies it all? When did ye cross a priest"s foot to go to your duty? Not for the last five years, Phaddhy--not since poor Torly (G.o.d be good to him) died of the mazles, and that"ll be five years, a fortnight before Christmas."
"And what are you the betther of all yer confessions? Did they ever mend yer temper, avourneen? no, indeed, Katty, but you"re ten times worse tempered coming back from the priest than before you go to him."
"Oh! Phaddhy! Phaddhy! G.o.d look down upon you this day, or any man that"s in yer hardened state--I see there"s no use in spaking to you, for you"ll still be the ould cut."
"Ay, will I; so you may as well give up talking about it Arrah, woman!"
said. Phaddhy, raising his voice, "who does it ever make betther--show me a man now in all the neighborhood, that"s a pin-point the holier of it? Isn"t there Jemmy Shields, that goes to _his duty_ wanst a month, malivogues his wife and family this minute, and then claps them to a Rosary the next; but the ould boy"s a thrifle to him of a fast day, afther coming from the priest. Betune ourselves, Katty, you"re not much behind him."
Katty made no reply to him, but turned up her eyes, and crossed herself, at the wickedness of her unmanageable husband. "Well, Briney," said she, turning abruptly to the son, "don"t take patthern by that man, if you expect to do any good; let him be a warning to you to mind yer duty, and respect yer clargy--and prepare yerself, now that I think of it, to go to Father Philemy or Father Con on Thursday: but don"t be said or led by that man, for I"m sure I dunna how he intends to face the Man above when he laves this world--and to keep from his duty, and to spake of his clargy as he does!"
There are few men without their weak sides. Phaddhy, although the priests were never very much his favorites, was determined to give what he himself called a _let-out_ on this occasion, simply to show his ill-natured neighbors that, notwithstanding their unfriendly remarks, he knew "what it was to be dacent," as well as his betters; and Katty seconded him in his resolution, from her profound veneration for the clargy. Every preparation was accordingly entered into, and every plan adopted that could possibly be twisted into a capability of contributing to the entertainment of Fathers Philemy and Con.
One of those large, round, stercoraceous nosegays that, like many other wholesome plants, make up by odor what is wanting in floral beauty, and which lay rather too contagious as Phaddhy expressed it, to the door of his house, was transplanted by about half a dozen laborers, and as many barrows, in the course of a day or two, to a bed some yards distant from the spot of its first growth; because, without any reference whatever to the nasal sense, it was considered that it might be rather an eye-sore to their Reverences, on approaching the door. Several concave inequalities, which constant attrition had worn in the earthen floor of the kitchen, were filled up with blue clay, brought on a cart from the bank of a neighboring river, for the purpose. The dresser, chairs, tables, I pots, and pans, all underwent a rigor of discipline, as if some remarkable event was about to occur; nothing less, it must be supposed than a complete, domestic revolution, and a new state of things. Phaddhy himself cut two or three large furze bushes, and, sticking them on the end of a pitchfork, attempted to sweep down the chimney. For this purpose he mounted on the back of a chair, that he might be able to reach the top with more ease; but, in order that his footing might be firm, he made one of the servant-men sit upon the chair, to keep it steady during the operation. Unfortunately, however, it so happened that this man was needed to a.s.sist in removing a meal-chest to another part of the house; this was under Katty"s superintendence, who, seeing the fellow sit rather more at his ease than she thought the hurry and importance of the occasion permitted, called him, with a little of her usual sharpness and energy, to a.s.sist in removing the chest. For some reason or other, which it is not necessary to mention here, the fellow bounced from his seat, in obedience to the shrill tones of Katty, and the next moment Phaddhy (who was in a state of abstraction in the chimney, and totally unconscious of what was going forward below) made a descent decidedly contrary to the nature of that which most aspirants would be inclined to relish. A severe stun, however, was the most serious injury he received on his own part, and several round oaths, with a good drubbing, fell to the servant; but unluckily he left the furze bush behind him in the highest and narrowest part of the chimney; and were it not that an active fellow succeeded in dragging it up from the outside of the roof, the chimney ran considerable risk, as Katy said, of being choked.
But along with the l.u.s.tration which every fixture within the house was obliged to undergo, it was necessary that all the youngsters should get new clothes; and for this purpose, Jemmy Lynch, the tailor, with his two journeymen and three apprentices, were sent for in all haste, that he might fit Phaddhy and each of his six sons, in suits, from a piece of home-made frieze, which Katty did not intend to break up till "towards Christmas."
A station is no common event, and accordingly the web was cut up, and the tailor left a wedding-suit, half-made, belonging to Edy Dolan, a thin old bachelor, who took it into his head to try his hand at becoming a husband ere he"d die. As soon as Jemmy and his train arrived, a door was taken off the hinges, and laid on the floor, for himself to sit upon, and a new drugget quilt was spread beside it, for his journeymen and apprentices. With nimble fingers they plied the needle and thread, and when night came, a turf was got, into which was stuck a piece of rod, pointed at one end and split at the other; the "the white candle,"
slipped into a shaving of the fringe that was placed in the cleft end of the stick, was then lit, whilst many a pleasant story, told by Jemmy, who had been once in Dublin for six weeks, delighted the circle of lookers-on that sat around them.
At length the day previous to the important one arrived. Hitherto, all hands had contributed to make every thing in and about the house look "dacent"--scouring, washing, sweeping, pairing, and repairing, had been all disposed of. The boys got their hair cut to the quick with the tailor"s scissors; and such of the girls as were not full grown, not only that which grew on the upper part of the head taken off, by a cut somewhat resembling the clerical tonsure, so that they looked extremely wild and unsettled with their straight locks projecting over their ears; every thing, therefore, of the less important arrangements had been gone through--the weighty and momentous concern was as yet unsettled.
This was the feast; and alas! never was the want of experience more strongly felt than here. Katty was a bad cook, even to a proverb; and bore so indifferent a character in the country for cleanliness, that very few would undertake to eat her b.u.t.ter. Indeed, she was called Katty Sallagh (* Dirty Katy) on this account: however, this prejudice, whether ill or weil founded, was wearing fast away, since Phaddhy had succeeded to the stocking of guineas, and the Lisnaskey farm. It might be, indeed, that her former poverty helped her neighbors to see this blemish more clearly: but the world is so seldom in the habit of judging people"s qualities or failings through this uncharitable medium, that the supposition is rather doubtful. Be this as it may, the arrangements for the breakfast and dinner must be made. There was plenty of bacon, and abundance of cabbages--eggs, ad infinitum--oaten and wheaten bread in piles--turkeys, geese, pullets, as fat as aldermen--cream as rich as Croesus--and three gallons of poteen, one sparkle of which, as Father Philemy said in the course of the evening, would lay the hairs on St.
Francis himself in his most self-negative mood, if he saw it. So far so good: everything excellent and abundant in its way. Still the higher and more refined items--the _deliciae epidarum_--must be added. White bread, and tea, and sugar, were yet to be got; and lump-sugar for the punch; and a tea-pot and cups and saucers to be borrowed; all which was accordingly done.
Well, suppose everything disposed for tomorrow"s feast;--suppose Phaddhy himself to have butchered the fowl, because Katty, who was not able to bear the sight of blood, had not the heart to kill "the crathurs" and imagine to yourself one of the servant men taking his red-hot tongs out of the fire, and squeezing a large lump of hog"s lard, placed in a grisset, or _Kam_, on the hearth, to grease all their brogues; then see in your mind"s eye those two fine, fresh-looking girls, slyly take their old rusty fork out of the fire, and going to a bit of three-corned looking-gla.s.s, pasted into a board, or, perhaps, to a pail of water, there to curl up their rich-flowing locks, that had hitherto never known a curl but such, as nature gave them.
On one side of the hob sit two striplings, "thryin" wan another in their catechiz," that they may be able to answer, with some credit, to-morrow.
On the other hob sits Briney, hard at his syntax, with the _Fibulae AEsiopii_, as he called it, placed open at a particular pa.s.sage, on the seat under him, with a hope that, when Philemy will examine him, the book may open at his favorite fable of "_Gallus Gallinaceus_--a dung-hill c.o.c.k." Phaddy himself is obliged to fast this day, there being one day of his penance yet unperformed, since the last time he was at his duty; which was, as aforesaid, about five years: and Katty, now that everything is cleaned up and ready, kneels down in a corner to go over her beads, rocking herself in a placid silence that is only broken by an occasional malediction against the servants, or the cat, when it attempts the abduction of one of the dead fowl.
The next morning the family were up before the sun, who rubbed his eyes, and swore that he must have overslept himself, on seeing such a merry column of smoke dancing over Phaddhy"s chimney. A large wooden dish was placed upon the threshold of the kitchen door, filled with water, in which, with a trencher of oatmeal for soap,* they successively scrubbed their faces and hands to some purpose. In a short time afterwards, Phaddhy and the sons were cased, stiff and awkward, in their new suits, with the tops of their fingers just peeping over the sleeve cuffs. The horses in the stable were turned out to the fields, being obliged to make room for their betters, that were soon expected under the reverend bodies of Father Philemy and his curate; whilst about half a bushel of oats was left in the manger, to regale them on their arrival. Little Richard Maguire was sent down to the five-acres, with the pigs, on purpose to keep them from about the house, they not being supposed fit company at a set-dinner. A roaring turf fire, which blazed two yards up the chimney, had been put down; on this was placed a large pot, filled with water for the tea, because they had no kettle.
* Fact--Oatmeal is in general subst.i.tuted for soap, by those who cannot afford to buy the latter.
By this time the morning was tolerably advanced, and the neighbors were beginning to arrive in twos and threes, to wipe out old scores. Katty had sent several of the gorsoons "to see if they could see any sight of the clargy," but hitherto their Reverences were invisible. At length, after several fruitless emba.s.sies of this description, Father Con was seen jogging along on his easygoing hack, engaged in the perusal of his Office, previous to his commencing the duties of the day. As soon as his approach was announced, a chair was immediately placed for him in a room off the kitchen--the parlor, such as it was, having been reserved for Father Phileniy himself, as the place of greater honor. This was an arrangement, however, which went against the grain of Phaddhy, who, had he got his will, would have established Father Con in the most comfortable apartment of the house: but that old vagabond, human nature, is the same under all circ.u.mstances--or, as Katty would have (in her own phraseology) expressed it, "still the ould cut;" for even there the influence of rank and elevation was sufficient to throw merit into the shade; and the parlor-seat was allotted to Father Philemy, merely for being Parish Priest, although it was well known that he could not "tare off"* ma.s.s in half the time that Father Con could, nor throw a sledge, or shoulder-stone within a perch of him, nor scarcely clear a street-channel, whilst the latter could jump one-and-twenty feet at a running leap. But these are rubs which men of merit must occasionally bear; and, when exposed to them, they must only rest satisfied in the consciousness of their own deserts.
* The people look upon that priest as the best and most learned who can perform the ceremony of the ma.s.s in the shortest period of time. They call it as above "tareing off". The quickest description of ma.s.s, however, is the "hunting ma.s.s," so termed from the speed at which the priest goes over it--that is, "at the rate of a hunt."
From the moment that Father Con became visible, the conversation of those who were collected in Phaddhy"s dropped gradually, as he approached the house, into a silence which was only broken by an occasional short observation, made by one or two of those who were in habits of the greatest familiarity with the priest; but when they heard the noise of his horse"s feet near the door, the silence became general and uninterrupted.
There can scarcely be a greater contrast in anything than that presented by the beginning of a station-day and its close. In the morning, the faces of those who are about to confess present an expression in which terror, awe, guilt, and veneration may be easily traced; but in the evening all is mirth and jollity. Before confession every man"s memory is employed in running over the catalogue of crimes, as they are to be found in the prayer-books, under the ten commandments, the seven deadly sins, the Commandments of the Church, the four sins that cry to heaven for vengeance, and the seven sins against the Holy Ghost.
When Father Con arrived, Phaddhy and Katty were instantly at the door to welcome him.