"God," said he, "has been good to me; blessed be his holy name!--betther
it appears in one sinse, than he has been to you, dear, though maybe I
don't desarve it as well. But no matther, acushla; I have it, an' you
want it; so here's a thrifle to help your forrid in your larnin'; an'
all I ax from you is to offer up a bit of a prayer for me, of an odd
time, an' if ever you live to be a priest, to say, if it wouldn't be
throublesome, one Mass for me an' those that you see about me. It's not
much, James agra--only two guineas. They may stand your friend, whin
friends will be scarce wid you; though, I hope, that won't be the case
aither."
The tears were already streaming down. Jemmy's cheeks. "Oh," said the
artless boy, "God forever reward you! but sure I have a great dale of
money in the--in the--cuff o' my coat. Indeed I have, an' I won't want
it!"
The farmer, affected by the utter simplicity of the lad, looked at his
wife and smiled, although a tear stood in his eye at the time. She wiped
her eyes with her apron, and backed the kind offer of her husband.
"Take it, asthore," she added, "in your cuff! Musha, God help you! sure
it's not much you or the likes of you can have in your cuff, avourneen!
Don't be ashamed, but take it; we can well afford it, glory be to God
for it! It's not, agra, bekase you're goin' the way you are--though that
same's an honor to you--but bekase our hearts warmed to you, that we
offered it, an' bekase we would wish you to be thinkin' of us now an'
thin, when you're in a strange part of the country.
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