Part 3 (1/2)

”_Musha, cead millia failtha ghud_ (* A hundred thousand welcomes to you.) to our house, Father Con, avourneen!” says Katty, dropping him a low curtsey, and spreading her new, brown, quilted petticoat as far out on each side of her as it would go--”musha, an' it's you that's welcome from my heart out.”

”I thank you,” said honest Con, who, as he knew not her name, did not pretend to know it.

”Well, Father Con,” said Phaddhy, this is, the first time you have ever come to us this, way; but, plase G.o.d, it won't be the last, I hope.”

”I hope not, Phaddhy,” said Father Con, who, notwithstanding his simplicity of character, loved a good dinner in the very core of his heart, ”I hope not, indeed, Phaddhy.” He then threw his eye about the premises, to see what point he might set his temper to during the remainder of the day; for it is right to inform our readers that a priest's temper, at a station, generally rises or falls according to the prospect of his cheer.

Here, however, a little vista, or pantry, jutting out from the kitchen, and left ostentatiously open, presented him with a view which made his very nose curl with kindness. What it contained we do not pretend to say, not having seen it ourselves; we judge, therefore, only by its effects upon his physiognomy.

”Why, Phaddhy,” he says, ”this is a very fine house you've got over you;” throwing his eye again towards a wooden b.u.t.tress which supported one of the rafters that was broken.

”Why then, your Reverence, it would not be a bad one,” Phaddhy replied, ”if it had a new roof and new side-walls; and I intend to get both next summer, if G.o.d spares me till then.”

”Then, upon my word, if it had new side-walls, a new roof, and new gavels, too,” replied Father Con, ”it would look certainly a great deal the better for it;--and do you intend to to get them next summer, Paddy?”

”If G.o.d spares me, sir.”

”Are all these fine gorsoons yours, Phaddhy?”

”Why, so Katty says, your Reverence,” replied Phaddhy, with a good-natured laugh.

”Haven't you got one of them for the church, Phaddhy?”

”Yes, your Reverence, there's one of them that I hope will live to have the robes upon him Come over, Briney, and speak to Father Con. He's not very far in his Latin yet, sir but his master tells me that he hasn't the likes of him in the school for brightness--Briney, will you come over, I say; come over, sarrah, and spake to the gintleman, and him wants to shake hands wid you--come up, man, what are you afeard of?--sure Father Con's not going to examine you now.”

”No, no, Briney,” said Father Con, ”I'm not about to examine you at present.”

”He's a little dashed, yer Reverence, be-kase he thought you war going to put him through some of his Latin,” said the father, bringing him up like a culprit to Father Con, who shook hands with him, and, after a few questions as to the books he read, and his progress, dismissed him.

”But, Father Con, wid submission,” said Katty, ”where's Father Philemy from us?--sure, we expected him along wid you, and he wouldn't go to disappoint us?”

”Oh, you needn't fear that, Katty,” replied Father Con; ”he'll be here presently--before breakfast, I'll engage for him at any rate; but he had a touch of the headache this morning, and wasn't able to rise so early as I was.”

During this conversation a little crowd had collected about the door of the room in which he was to hear the confessions, each struggling and fighting to get the first turn; but here, as in the more important concerns of this world, the weakest went to the wall. He now went into the room, and taking Katty herself first, the door was closed upon them, and he gave her absolution; and thus he continued to confess and absolve them, one by one, until breakfast.

Whenever a station occurs in Ireland, a crowd of mendicants and other strolling impostors seldom fail to attend it; on this occasion, at least, they did not. The day, though frosty, was fine; and the door was surrounded by a train of this description, including both s.e.xes, some sitting on stones, some on stools, with their blankets rolled up under them; and others, more ostensibly devout, on their knees, hard at prayer; which, lest their piety might escape notice, our readers may be a.s.sured, they did not offer up in silence. On one side you might observe a st.u.r.dy fellow, with a pair of tattered urchins secured to his back by a sheet or blanket pinned across his breast with a long iron skewer, their heads just visible at his shoulders, munching a thick piece of wheaten bread, and the father on his knees, with a a huge wooden cross in hand, repeating _padareens_, and occasionally throwing a jolly eye towards the door, or through the; window, opposite which he knelt, into the kitchen, as often as any peculiar stir or commotion led him to suppose that breakfast, the loadstar of his devotion, was about to be produced.

Scattered about the door were knots of these, men and women, occasionally chatting together; and when the subject of their conversation happened to be exhausted, resuming their beads, until some new topic would occur, and so on alternately.

The interior of the kitchen where the neighbors were a.s.sembled, presented an appearance somewhat more decorous. Andy Lalor, the ma.s.s-server, in whom the priest had the greatest confidence, stood in a corner examining, in their catechism, those who intended to confess; and, if they were able to stand the test, he gave them a bit of twisted brown paper as a ticket, and they were received at the tribunal.

The first question the priest uniformly puts to the penitent is, ”Can you repeat the Confiteor?” If the latter answers in the affirmative, he goes on until he comes to the words, mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa, when he stops, it being improper to repeat the remainder until after he has confessed; but, if he is ignorant of the ”Confiteor,”

the priest repeats it for him! and he commences the rehearsal of his offences, specifically as they occurred; and not only does he reveal his individual crimes, but his very thoughts and intentions. By this regulation our readers may easily perceive, that the penitent is completely at the mercy of the priest--that all family feuds, quarrels, and secrets are laid open to his eye--that the ruling; pa.s.sions of men's lives are held up before him, the weaknesses and propensities of nature--all the unguarded avenues of the human heart and character are brought within his positive knowledge, and that, too, as they exist in the young and the old, the married and the single, the male and the female.

It was curious to remark the ludicrous expression of temporary sanct.i.ty which was apparent on the countenances of many young men and maidens who were remarkable in the neighborhood for attending dances and wakes, but who, on the present occasion, were sobered down to a gravity which sat very awkwardly upon them; particularly in I the eyes of those who knew the lightness and drollery of their characters. This, however, was observable only before confession; for, as soon as, ”the priest's blessed hand had been over them,” their gloom and anxiety pa.s.sed away, and the thoughtless buoyancy of their natural disposition resumed its influence over their minds. A good-humored nod, or a sly wink, from a young man to his female acquaintance, would now be indulged in; or, perhaps a small joke would escape, which seldom failed to produce a subdued laugh from such as had confessed, or an impatient rebuke from those who had not.

”Tim!” one would exclaim, ”arn't ye ashamed or afeared to get an that way, and his Reverence undher the wan roof wid ye?”

”Tim, you had better dhrop your joking,” a second would observe, ”and not be putting us through other, (* confusing us) when we have our offenses to remimber; you have got your job over, and now you have nothing to trouble you.”

”Indeed, it's fine behavior,” a third would say, ”and you afther coming from the priest's knee; and what more, didn't resave (* Communicate) yet; but wait till Father Con appears, and, I'll warrant, you'll be as grave as another, for all you're so stout now.”