Part 4 (1/2)
”Why, sure you know, Father Philemy, that he wasn't what they call a dhrinking man: once a quarther, or so, he sartinly did take a jorum; and except at these times, he was very sober. But G.o.d look upon us, yer Reverence--or upon myself, anyway; for if he's to suffer for his doings that way, I'm afeard we'll have a troublesome reck'ning of it.”
”Hem, a-hem!--Phaddhy,” replied the priest, ”he has raised you and your children from poverty, at all events, and you ought to consider that. If there is anything in your power to contribute to the relief of his soul, you havs a strong duty upon you to do it; and a number of ma.s.ses, offered up devoutly, would--”
”Why, he did, sir, raise both myself and my childre from poverty,” said Phaddhy, not willing to let that point go farther--”that I'll always own to; and I hope in G.o.d that whatever little trouble might be upon him for the dhrop of dhrink, will be wiped off by this kindness to us.”
”He hadn't even a Month's mind!”*
* A Mouth's Mind is the repet.i.tion of one or more ma.s.ses, at the expiration of a month after death, for the repose of a departed soul. There are generally more than the usual number of priests on such occasions: each of whom receives a sum of money, varying according to the wealth of the survivors--sometimes five s.h.i.+llings, and sometimes five guineas.
”And it's not but I spoke to him about both, yer Eeverence.”
”And what did he say, Phaddy?”
”'Phaddy,' said he, 'I have been giving Father M'Guirk, one way or another, between whiskey, oats, and dues, a great deal of money every year; and now, afther I'm dead,' says he, 'isn't it an ungrateful thing of him not to offer up one ma.s.s for my sowl, except I leave him payment for it?'”
”Did he say that, Phaddhy?”
”I'm giving you his very words, yer Reverence.”
”Phaddhy, I deny it; it's a big lie--he could not make much use of such words, and he going to face death. I say you could not listen to them; the hair would stand on your head if he did; but G.o.d forgive him--that's the worst I wish him. Didn't the hair stand on your head, Phaddhy, to hear him?”
”Why, then, to tell yer Reverence G.o.d's truth, I can't say it did.”
”You can't say it did! and if I was in your coat, I would be ashamed to say it did not. I was always troubled about the way the fellow died, but I hadn't the slightest notion: that he went off such a reprobate. I fought his battle and yours hard enough yesterday; but I knew less about him than I do now.”
”And what, wid submission, did you fight our battles about, yer Reverence?” inquired Phaddhy.
”Yesterday evening, in Parrah More Slevin's, they had him a miser, and yourself they set down as very little better.”
”Then I don't think I desarved that from Parrah More, anyhow, Father Philemy; I think I can show myself as dacent as Parrah More or any of his faction.”
”It was not Parrah More himself, nor his family, that said anything about you, Phaddhy,” said the priest, ”but others that were present. You must know that we were all to be starved here to-day.”
”Oh! ho!” exclaimed Phaddhy, who was. .h.i.t most palpably upon the weakest side--the very sorest spot about him, ”they think bekase this is the first station that ever was held in my house, that you won't be thrated as you ought; but they'll be disappointed; and I hope, for so far, that yer Reverence and yer friends had no rason to complain.”
”Not in the least, Phaddhy, considering that it was a first station; and if the dinner goes as well off as the breakfast, they'll be biting their nails: but I should not wish myself that they would have it in their power to sneer or throw any slur over you about it.--Go along, Dolan,”
exclaimed his Reverence to a countryman who came in from the street, where those stood who were for confession, to see if he had gone to his room--”Go along, you vagrant, don't you see I'm not gone to the tribunal yet?--But it's no matter about that, Phaddhy, it's of other things you ought to think: when were you at your duty?”
”This morning, sir,” replied the other--”but I'd have them to understand, that had the presumption to use my name in any such manner, that I know when and where to be dacent with any mother's son of Parrah More's faction; and that I'll be afther whispering to them some of these fine mornings, plase goodness.”
”Well, well, Phaddhy, don't put yourself in a pa.s.sion about it, particularly so soon after having been at confession--it's not right--I told them myself, that we'd have a leg of mutton and a bottle of wine at all events for it was what they had; but that's not worth talking about--when were you with the priest before Phaddhy?”
”If I wasn't able, it would be another thing, but as long as I'm able, I'll let them know that I've the spirit”--said Phaddhy, smarting under the implication of n.i.g.g.ardliness--”when was I at confession before, Father Philemy? Why, then, dear forgive me, not these five years;--and I'd surely be the first of the family that would show a mane spirit, or a want of hospitality.”
”A leg of mutton is a good dish, and a bottle of wine is fit for the first man in the land!” observed his Reverence; ”five years!--why, is it possible you stayed away so long, Phaddhy! how could you expect to prosper with five years' burden of sin upon your conscience--what would it cost you--?”
”Indeed, myselfs no judge, your Reverence, as to that; but, cost what it will, I'll get both.”
”I say, Phaddhy, what trouble would it cost you to come to your duty twice a year at the very least; and, indeed, I would advise you to become a monthly communicant. Parrah More was speaking of it as to himself, and you ought to go--”