The Martins of Cro'Martin . , Hayes; come and tell me iftheres anything you are dissatisfied with. And did you go? asked the priest. Faix! I did not, said Peter, with a dry look. I thoughtthe visit might cost me ten shillings, and so I stayed at home. The manner in which he uttered these words produced ahearty laugh, in which he himself most good-humouredly tookpart. Well, shes good to the poor, anyhow, said Brierley; andits a new thing for one of her name to be so! All policy—all scheming ! said Magennis. She sees howthe family influence has declined, and is fast becoming obliteratedin this c
The Martins of Cro'Martin . , Hayes; come and tell me iftheres anything you are dissatisfied with. And did you go? asked the priest. Faix! I did not, said Peter, with a dry look. I thoughtthe visit might cost me ten shillings, and so I stayed at home. The manner in which he uttered these words produced ahearty laugh, in which he himself most good-humouredly tookpart. Well, shes good to the poor, anyhow, said Brierley; andits a new thing for one of her name to be so! All policy—all scheming ! said Magennis. She sees howthe family influence has declined, and is fast becoming obliteratedin this country, by reason of their worthlessness, insolence, andneglect of the people; and shes just shrewd enough to see howfar a little cajolery goes with poor Paddy; but, as my augustleader observed, it is not a frieze coat, nor a pair of brogues,that can compensate for the loss of that freedom, that is everymans birthright; and it is not by an ounce of tea, or adose of physic, well ever see Ireland great, glorious, andfree.**. A DINNER-PARTT. 101 * First gem of the earth, and first flower of the sea! * ex-claimed Hayes, with enthusiasm. Nor in the moment was the blunder of his quotation noticedby any but Massingbred, You are an admirer of TommyMoore, I see, sir ? said he to the old man. • Im fond of The Meeting of the Waters, sir, said Hayes,meekly, and like a man who was confessing to a weakness. And heres the man to sing it! cried Brierley, clapping thepriest familiarly on the shoulder; a proposal that was at oncehailed with acclamation. Tis many a long day I havent sung a note, said FatherNeal, modestly. Come—come, Father Neal; well not let you off that not under this roof that you can make such an excuse ! Hed rather give us something more to his own taste,said Brierley. To Ladies eyes around, boys—eh, FatherRafFerty ? Thats my favourite of all the songs he sings, broke inMagennis. Let it be, To Ladies eyes! cried Massingbred; andwell drink Miss Martins. Ill war
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