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at the shawl. “ And was not he wrong yesterday, then,” says she, “ to be telling me I was greatly altered, to affront me? ” “ But, Judy,” says I, “ what is it brings you here then at all in the mind you are in; is it to make Jason think the better of you?” “ I'll tell you no more of my secrets, Thady," nor would have told
this much, had I taken
for such an unnatural fader as I find you are, not to wish your own son prefarred to another.” “Oh, troth, you are wrong now, Thady,” says my shister. Well, I was never so put to it in my life: between these womens, and my son and my master, and all I felt and thought just now, I could not, upon my conscience, tell which was the wrong from the right. So I said not a word more, but was only glad his honour had not the luck to hear all Judy had been saying of him, for I reckoned it would have gone nigh to break his heart; not that I was of opinion he cared for her as much as she and my shister fancied, but the ungratitude of the whole from Judy might not plase him; and he could never stand the notion of not being well spoken of or beloved like behind his back. Fortunately for all parties concerned, he was so much elevated at this time, there was no danger of his understanding any thing, even if it had reached his ears.
There was a great horn at the Lodge, ever since my master and captain Moneygawl was in together, that used to belong originally to the celebrated sir Patrick, his ancestor; and his honour was fond often of telling the story that he learned from me when a child, how sir
« Done,” says
Patrick drank the full of this horn without stopping, and this was what no other man afore or since could without drawing breath. Now sir Condy challenged the gauger,
who seemed to think little of the horn, to swallow the contents, and had it filled to the brim with punch ; and the gauger said it was what he could not do for nothing, but he'd hold sir Condy a hundred guineas he'd do it. “ Done,” says my master; “ I'll lay you a hundred golden guineas to a tester* you don't.”
and done and done's enough between two gentlemen, The
gauger was cast, and my master won the bet, and thought he'd won a hundred guineas, but by the wording it was adjudged to be only a tester that was his due by the exciseman. It was all one to him; he was as well pleased, and I was glad to see him in such spirits again. The gauger,
bad luck to him! was the man that next proposed to my master to try himself could he take at a draught the contents of the great horn. “ Sir Patrick's horn!” said his honour; “ hand it to me: I'll hold you your own bet over again I'll swallow it.” “Done," says the gauger; “ I'll lay ye any thing at all you do no such thing." " A hundred guineas to sixpence I do,” says he: “ bring me the handkerchief.” I was loth, knowing he meant the handkerchief with the gold in it, to bring it out in
* Tester—sixpence; from the French word tête, a head : a piece of silver stamped with a head, which in old French was
un testion,” and which was about the value of an old English sixpence. Tester is used in Shakspeare.
and his honour not very able to reckon it. Bring me the handkerchief, then, Thady,” says he, and stamps with his foot; so with that I pulls it out of my great coat pocket, where I had put it for safety. Oh, how it grieved me to see the guineas counting upon the table, and they the last my master had! Says sir Condy to me,
- Your hand is steadier than mine to-night, old Thady, and that's a wonder ; fill you
the horn for me.” And so, wishing his honour success, I did; but I filled it, little thinking of what would befall him. He swallows it down, and drops like one shot. We lifts him up, and he was speechless, and quite black in the face. We put him to bed, and in a short time he wakened, raving with a fever on his brain. He was shocking either to see or hear. “ Judy! Judy! have you no touch of feeling? won't you stay to help us nurse him?” says I to her, and she putting on her shawl to go out of the house. “ I'm frightened to see him," says she, “ and wouldn't nor couldn't stay in it; and what use? he can't last till the morning.” With that she ran off. There was none but my shister and myself left near him of all the many friends he had. The fever came and went, and came and went, and lasted five days, and the sixth he was sensible for a few minutes, and said to me, knowing me very well, “ I'm in burning pain all withinside of me, Thady." I could not speak, but my shister asked him would he have this thing or t'other to do him good ? “ No,” says he, thing will do me good no more," and he gave a terrible screech with the torture he was in then
again a minute's ease—“ brought to this by drink,”. says he ;
" where are all the friends ?-where's Judy ?-Gone, hey? Ay, sir Condy has been a fool all his days,” said he; and there was the last word he spoke, and died. He had but a very poor funeral, after all. If you want to know any more, I'm not very
well able to tell you ; but my lady Rackrent did not die, as was expected of her, but was only disfigured in the face ever after by the fall and bruises she got ; and she and Jason, immediately after my poor master's death, set about going to law about that jointure; the memorandum not being on stamped paper,
it is worth nothing, others again it may do ; others say, Jason won't have the lands at any rate; Many wishes it so: for my part, I'm tired wishing for any thing in this world, after all I've seen in itbut I'll say nothing; it would be a folly to be getting myself ill-will in my old age. Jason did not marry, nor think of marrying Judy, as I prophesied, and I am not sorry for it; who is ? As for all I have here set down from memory and hearsay of the family, there's nothing but truth in it from beginning to end: that you may depend upon; for where's the use of telling lies about the things which every body knows as well as I do?
The Editor could have readily made the catastrophe of sir Condy's history more dramatic and more pathetic, if he thought it allowable to varnish
the plain round tale of faithful Thady. He lays it before the English reader as a specimen of manners and characters, which are, perhaps, unknown in England. Indeed, the domestic habits of no nation in Europe were less known to the English than those of their sister country, till within these few years.
Mr. Young's picture of Ireland, in his tour through that country, was the first faithful portrait of its inhabitants. All the features in the foregoing sketch were taken from the life, and they are characteristic of that mixture of quickness, simplicity, cunning, carelessness, dissipation, disinterestedness, shrewdness, and blunder, which, in different forms, and with various success, has been brought upon the stage, or delineated in novels.
It is a problem of difficult solution to determine, whether an Union will hasten or retard the melioration of this country. The few gentlemen of education, who now reside in this country, will resort to England: they are few, but they are in nothing inferior to men of the same rank in Great Britain. The best that can happen will be the introduction of British manufacturers in their places.
Did the Warwickshire militia, who were chiefly artisans, teach the Irish to drink beer ? or did they learn from the Irish to drink whiskey?