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pituwt 1220 THE LEADER. [Saturday .
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¦ " Aisr , Misther , aisy ; it ' s jokin * you are , sure , spakin' Providence to an Irishman ; it ' s like tellin' a hungry man about his gran ' -faither's fine dinners Didn ' t you never hear how Providence wouldn't stay in the counthry along wid the Orangemen ?—it ' s as thrue as that wanst there was kings in Ireland of our own blood and bones , that Father Murphy spakes about . Them was the days , when we had kings and a Providence to look afther us— when our best crop wasn ' t childer , and there niver come mouths but there was praties to fill them ! It ' s jokin' you are , Misther ! What ! is it afther tellin' me you'd be , that Providence doesn ' t live over the say wid the fine gintlemen , and niver looks in here at all , at all ! Thruth , thin , if we was to wait for
Providence , we would be like Rory waitin' at Dubling for the thrain from Limerick to Cork ! Didn't you niver hear what happened to Phelim O ' Conor , whose daughter was the purty girl you was winkin * at ? ( Sure , thin , an' it ' s not blushin' you are , to find we have eyes ?) Faith , an' I'll tell you the story . You , see , Phelim was comin' home by the King ' Moss one night as light-headed as a lamp-post , an' as merry and lively as a lark , whirstlin' tunes whiles , and repatin' patheranavies if a lonesome thought come across him ; but few of them did . All at wanst it sthruck him to veesit his ould friend M'Carthy , whose house was a quarther of a mile off the road , —and by the same token he forgot his friend had gone to Austhralia . So , you see , he laves the road , and sthrikes across country for the house ; an when he gets there he knocks , callin' out , 'It ' s me , Phelim O ' Conor , so don ' t be disturbed , my darlin ' , ' and divil a one was there to answer him . So , Misther , he knocks and knocks for some time , sittin' down
for the convayniance of it on the door-step , where the whusky sent him asleep , and sure when he waked up it was the blissed morning' !— an' that was the way that he got the reumatis he died of , —rest his ould bones ! Isn ' t it the blissid thruth I'm tellin ' the gintleman , Rory , as if it came from Father Murphy himself ? No , no , Misther ; if we don ' t come up wid Providence on the straight road , we best not turn off it to look afther him . What is the matther with the counthry at this minute , but the reumatis that she gotten sittin' down by her bogs and waitin' on Providence;—more belike she will die of it—the poor ould creture ! What ! is it afther conthradictin' me you'd be ?—an . ' a purty opinion you must have of Providence , if you think he's been lookin' afther Ireland this eight hundhred years , an' made such a mess of it ! Bad luck to you , Misther , it ' s ashamed you ought to be for spakin' in that way , though I says it as knows little about Providence . JFaith , an' there ' s a hundree' years on to Misther ' s purgathory for that . 'eh , Rory ?
" Belave in purgathory ? Yes , an bedad you'd betther be afther dgin' the same ; but I niver mate a raysonable gintleman , did you , Rory?—they was all made dificiant in rayson , and got the land to make ' up for it ! Faith , here ' s Misther jokin' again ! How can I tell you about purgathory that have niver been there ?—thruth , an' you'll know about it time enough am thinkin ' . But maybe you will be goin' to the other place right on , like a thrue Prothestant ; it wouldn't be purlite , Rory , would it , to keep the gintleman waitin' ? Which is the other place ? Why will you be askin' about it , that have so many friends of your own there ? Sure , thin , you ' spakin'for the sake of it . Well , if you must know , it ' s the place for—JProthestants , an' proprietors , an' if you ' re the one or the other , Jasus —blessed be his name—and Father Murphy protect you ! Belave in Father
Murphy ? That ' s like your way of spakin' about Providence . Ugh ! I wonder where half of the praties sin the whole of the rint goes ? Beluve in Father Murphy I Phiise don ' t be blasphainious , if none of your kind nivcr was raysonable . Oh , Rory inacushia , here ' s Misther not seein ' we ' re jokin ' him ! But listen ; you'll hear the whole blissed thruth about me and Father Murphy , and thin you'll know if I belave in him . " I was wanst at D - ^ that I wint to , to buy ribbans for my purt y Kate Devlin , that ' s now the wife of my busom , but my sweet'art that thin was . The weather was fine and frosty , and the wind keen , makin' the pint of my nose as red as my lieekeroheef ; brusk weather , with blue and white the only cullers on the ground and sky , and I ray died the town , by ruiuiin ' and sliddin ' , half an hour before I expected ; and faith , when 1 didit ' s
, ready I was for a dhrum o' pottheen to drive the could from my nose and fingers ; so . sure I turned into the ' Irishman Itiimpint' to have one . It ' s not in the middle of the glass I stopped that movnin ' , nor at the botthum nayther , for I dhrunk right on to the end of the second ; and thin I was comfortible . To eoinplate my recovery I stamped wid my feet and sthruclc my hands aeeross , iimlhcr ray oxturs , jm' over my shouldhers , an ' all the time I was winkiif ; it purty Mary that sarved the nottheen ; when what . should I hear from the room , iimde but the , voice of Father Murphy spakin' of Ivory Itiggan—that ' , Mi . sther—and laughing at me as if 1 was the bent joke in the world . l Whisht , says I , ' Mury darhu ' , whisht , und let » ne hear what his myverence has to nay of me thin morniu ' . ' So I "oes aisv ' -. ' . 1 1 « 1 -mm * _ _ ~ - ^ I t -J 7 and to t \ holelistenin
^ * — .. daps xuy ear , w kay , ' and holdin' up my finger to Mury to bo . quato . l Finish your glass , ' says Father Murphy to hi 3 friend . 1 Finish your glass , 1 ' ether , and it's myself will pay for another ; wire it ' s only a year I'll have to put on to Rory ' s purgathory , an' the poor boy will soon buy it off agin , ' aays he . ' Thruth , ' says Pettier , ' an' it ' s right you are , brother Murphy , mi' it's purgathory we could niver do wid out , ' isuys lie , u s betther nor tides ( tithes ^) an' an establishmint , ' says he , ' but is it thrue that Rory is goin' to be married ? ' ' Faith , thin , ' says Father Murphy , ' ' it ' s too thrue ; but it ' s myself I hat ' s sorry for it , ' says lus , ' for when the childer come , and it ' s the big pot they put on the fire , divil a half of what I get out of him will I . get , ' says he . ' Here ' s to purgathory 1 ' wiys Tether , dhrinkin' his glass dry ; and may its fires niver mi inch , ' nays he , ' and the
people always belave in it . ' ' Whee-ee-wu ! ' says I , whirstlin ' , 'the ton of the mornin' to you , Father Murphy , an' be d——d if RoryBiggan is the fool you take him for , ' says'I . - - An * wid that I buttons my coat up , claps mv hat on my head , and walks off wid my stick ; an ' , by japers , that was the last I heard of Father Murphy ' s sermons ! " Didn ' t I not tell you that I pay my tides ? what more would you be askin' about ? Sure thin , an' I wish I hadn't to do it . Why , do yourself belave in the voluntar seestem ? ^ I never knewn what it was . You see when I pay my tides I can ' t help it , and when I used to pay Father Murphy it was ' can't help it , ' all the same ; the parson had an Act of Parlimint and the iest had What othseestem is there of
pr purgathory . er gettin' money , that you call the voluntar seestem ? Lavin' it intirely to . myself ! sure thin I ' d lave the money intirely in my pockit . Thrust me , Misther , for a knowlidge of the humane crature ; depind upon it he ' ysonable at botthum , an r only gives when he expects to have valee recaved ! But Misther , tell me what the Frothestants say for thimselves anint their establishmint , for of coorse they ' re raysonable cratures ? What ! that they must extermainite Popery—thruth , thin , they may take credit for the work an ' that ' s jist what the Papists want to do to them ; By japers , the Prothestants and Papists are like rival docthors , each wantin' to pison the oth er in ordher to get the whole practice ; but , bedad , it ' s too bad of the Prothestant docthor to make the Papist pay for the pison !
" I ' m an industhrious man , Misther , an' pays my rint ail' tides , en' do every other thing that ' s honest or accordin * to law ; an' there's some as would wish me undher the ground for it ; an' it ' s not but there ' s some rayson in them too . The Prothestants an' propriethors isn ' t what they ought to be , more nor the Papists and priests . Did I ever shoot a propriethor ? Why , thin , an' no I niver did ; but it ' s many a one of their breed that I ' ve knewn put out of the way with satisfaction to mvjieart . I niver hears of a
propriethor ' s beein' shot but I says ' Glory be to God—Amin ! for you see , Misther , it ' s a eight hundhred years' fight we ' ve been carryin' on , and worsted in it always ; for , thrue to spake , Providence w on the side of the English . What can I think of Providence for keepin' on that side ? Thruth , thin , I don t think of him at all ; he always sides with the strongest am thinkin ' , and if we was to be the strongest he -would be with us , and thin , as Father JVfurphy says , who could be aginst us ? In the mane time we must do our best for ourselves widout him , an' divil a thing is there for it but to shoot
propriethors . Shockin' ! Whats shockm' ? Isn ' t it shockm to be forcin ' the money from the poor boys to feed and clothe in luxury hell-fire heretics ? Did you niver hear the like of . that , which is no more justice bekaise it is law , than Mulligan is just , bekaise he ' s a lawvier ' . Shockin' ! by japers , this is what ' s shockin ' . There was Paddy Conor lived down by there , a dacent , industhrious man , wid a faamily of seven , and his wife Judy , what bored them , and at the time I ' m spakin' , she was goin' about wid the eiffhth—blessed be the Father of all ! It was the time of the
pratie deseese , and we all was -very bad off , but Paddy had more childer than praties , poor boy , and it was by the kindness of his neeboors that life was kept in him and his * . Well , sure enough , his rint fell due , and ho couldn ' t pay it , as I say , and they was resolved to make him , or else dhrive him out of the counthry . Now , I say they was wrong . Hovr can a man can Avhat he cannot can ; could you , or me , or another one do what we couldn't do ? Thruth , thin , and we could not . But the propriethor couldn ' t see that , or if he did , he wouldn't belave it , which comes to the same . Well , one could frosty night , when the winds was whirslin' likedirils over the counthry , comes the agents of the propriethor and dhrives Paddy and his out of their house , and took tlie roof of it , and threw down the sides , and put fire to the furniture—all in the name of the blissed Acts of Farlimint ; an , ' hell conshume them , they said they'd do the same to them that took di
the poor things in . Well , it was that night , that an ould friend of Pady ' —I'll not name names , saw Paddy , heartbroken in the could , repatin . pathenanavies on his knees by his poor Judy—rest her sowl—who was dyia' before him , by the bare hedge , of the child she was barin' him ; while the rest of the childer Avas shiverin' about her ; their skin red wid the wind , and not juice enough in their bodies to enable them to shed tears ; an he saw her die , us I say , an' a day or two afther , sure , Paddy and his were scattered like leeves from a tree that the wind forced off , and thin drave away ; and it was as if no one cared for them ; but—Paddy ' s friend shoot the propriethor ! Och ! bother your raysonin ' . about it , it ' s niver in nature to stand it , whativer be the Acts of Parlhnint ; and depind upon it , Misther , undher an Irishman ' s could-bloodidness there's always a warm heart I
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A LIFE OF FELIX MENDELSSOHN . AuuoiKiH wd agree with Mr . Benedict in regretting " that a satisfactory and complete biography of ho eminent a genius should not yo . t have Wproduced , " en attendant the / production of that lusux littcrarum ^ "«• wlt ) Hl ^ tory und complete biography , " we are heartily glad to set ) that Ins own < pretending but , effective and sympathetic Memoir . of the Lith and Woi'Kfi < the late Felix Mendelssohn IJartholdy has reached si second edition . lo H 4 ^ _ 4 |_ . _ A . _** b _ 4 . f .. . fh'BBm * Jt . ' «>** mBB ^> hh- ~ 1 « _ A . U _ . _^ -fr . >_* . l . ' . ¦ l . hBta . l V ^ BBBBk ^ h > ' ^ V \ f Ik ^ Ji * J II I III jt I % t ^ ' * the truth periencedoes not render sanguine the Hiibjer . l . < '
^* . .... *** , our ex - us on ,, satisfactory and complete' biography of any human being , the y ' ° , Felix Mendelssohn cannot be ' done' by any one , merely bemase he »« s ' idea that ' it would sell , ' like the Liviw of Queens and " rnncesses- -WiJ eellors and Judges—Popular Peers and Poets . Neither a musical ci » ^ » with u pretty talent for lifcemry composition , nor a literary # eiitleinfln »^^ a . tante for munie—up to e . oncert , pilch—would reach ' the lu'ignt o ^ ^ great argument . ' It requires n litorsiry nrtist , with a largo brain « ^ k ) ving heart ; , who can bring to the tank u very uucoiimion nnioiint of '"'^ Jjy Keieneo . The biographer of Mendelssohn must appreeiute not only tnc ^ , ( j 1 ( 3 beautiful organisation , the pure , and noble , suecesfsful and gloiio "" '' / '' ^^ artist , but also the real merit of his work *) , and their true powtion an *
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We should do owe -atmost to encourage the Beautiful , for the Useful encourages itself . — Goethb .
Pituwt 1220 The Leader. [Saturday .
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Leader (1850-1860), Dec. 17, 1853, page 1220, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse2.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/l/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2017/page/20/
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