Wait till them
that's young an' hearty now, harrows as much as I ploughed in my day,
an' they won't have much to brag of. Why, thin, but yer Reverence stands
it bravely--faix, wondherfully itself--the Lord be praised! an' it warms
my own heart to see you look so well."
"Thank you, Dominick. Indeed, my health, God be thanked, is very good.
Ellish," he added, calling to an old female servant--"you'll take a
glass, Dominick, the day is cowldish--Ellish, here take the kay, and
get some spirits--the poteen, Ellish--to the right hand in the cupboard.
Indeed, my health is very good, Dominick. Father Murray says he invies
me my appetite, an' I tell him he's guilty of one of the Seven deadly
sins."
"Ha, ha, ha!--Faix, an' Invy is one o' them sure enough; but a joke is
a joke in the mane time. A pleasant gintleman is the same Father Murray,
but yer Reverence is too deep for him in the jokin' line, for all that.
Ethen, Sir, but it's you that gave ould Cokely the keen cut about his
religion--ha, ha, ha! Myself laughed till I was sick for two days afther
it--the ould thief!"
"Eh?--Did you hear that, Dominick? Are you sure that's the poteen,
Ellish? Ay, an' the best of it all was, that his pathrun, Lord
Foxhunter, was present. Come, Dominick, try that--it never seen wather.
But the best of it all was--"
--"'Well, Father Kavanagh,' said he, 'who put you into the church?
Now,' said he, 'you'll come over me wid your regular succession from St.
Peter, but I won't allow that.
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