I was not too much surprised, then, when one evening my dear old friend and curate, Father Tom Laverty, came to me, with tears in his eyes and an open letter in his hand:—
"I am off, Father Dan. Look at this!"
It was a succinct2, laconic3 order to present himself to a parish priest twenty miles distant, and to be in time to discharge his duties in that parish the following Saturday and Sunday, for his jurisdiction4 was transferred, etc.
It was a hard stroke. I was genuinely attached to Father Tom. We had the same tastes and habits,—easy, contented5, conservative, with a cordial dislike of innovations of any kind. We held the same political opinions, preached the same sermons, administered the Sacraments in the old way, and had a reverence6 for antiquities8 in general. It was a sad break in my life to part with him; and it is a harmless vanity on my part to say that he was sorry to part from me.
"I suppose there's no help for it?" said he.
"No," said I; "but if you care—"
"And you must be off to-morrow?" said I, consulting the bishop's letter.
"Yes," said he, "short shrift."
"And who am I getting?" I wondered.
"Hard to guess," said he. He was in no humor for conversation.
The following week, that most melancholy10 of processions, a curate's furniture en route, filed slowly through the village, and out along the highroad, that led through bog11 and fen12, and by lake borders to the town of N——. First came three loads of black turf, carefully piled and roped; then two loads of hay; a cow with a yearling calf13; and lastly, the house furniture, mostly of rough deal. The articles, that would be hardly good enough for one of our new laborers14' cottages, were crowned by a kitchen table, its four legs pointing steadily15 to the firmament16, like an untrussed fowl's, and between them, carefully roped, was the plague and the pet of the village, Nanny the goat, with her little kid beside her. What Nanny could not do in the way of mischief17 was so insignificant18, that it need not be told. But the Celtic vocabulary, particularly rich in expletives, failed to meet the ever-growing vituperative19 wants of the villagers. They had to fall back on the Saxon, and call her a "rep," "a rip," "de ribble," etc., etc. I walked side by side with Father Laverty, who, with head bent20 on his breast, scarcely noticed the lamentations of the women, who came to their cross-doors, and poured out a Jeremiad21 of lamentations that made me think my own well-meant ministrations were but scantily22 appreciated.
"Wisha, God be wid you, Father, wherever you go!"
"Wisha, may your journey thry wid you. Sure 't is we'll miss you!"
"Yerra, what'll the poor do now, whin he's gone?"
"Bishop, inagh, 't is aisy for him wid his ring and his mitre, and his grand carriage. Couldn't he let him alone?"
"Father," said a young girl, earnestly, her black hair blinding her eyes, "may God be with you." She ran after him. "Pray for me," she whispered. "You don't know all the good you done me." She hadn't been very sensible.
He turned towards her.
He held out his hand. It was such an honor, such a condescension25, that she blushed scarlet26: and hastily rubbing her hand in her apron27, she grasped his.
But the great trial came when we were passing the school-house. It was after three o'clock, the time for breaking up: and there at the wall were all the little boys and the sheilas with their wide eyes full of sorrow. He passed by hastily, never looking up. His heart was with these children. I believe the only real pleasure he ever allowed himself was to go amongst them, teach them, amuse them, and listen to their little songs. And now—
"Good by, Father—"
"Good by, Father—"
Then, Alice Moylan gave a big "boo-hoo!" and in a moment they were all in tears; and I, too, began to wink29, in a queer way, at the landscape.
At last, we came to the little bridge that humps itself over the trout30 stream. Many a summer evening we had made this the terminus of our evening's walk; for I was feeble enough on my limbs, though my head is as clear as a boy's of seventeen. And here we used to lean over the parapet, and talk of all things, politics, literature (the little we knew of it), the old classics, college stories, tales of the mission, etc.; and now we were to part.
"Good by, Father Tom," I said. "You know, there's always a bite and a sup and a bed, whenever you come hither. Good by. God knows, I'm sorry to part with you."
"Good by," he said. Not another word. I watched and waited, till I saw the melancholy procession fade away, and until he became a speck31 on the horizon. Then, with a heavy heart I turned homewards.
If I had the least doubt about the wonderful elasticity33 of the Irish mind, or its talent for adaptation, it would have been dispelled34 as I passed again through the village. I had no idea I was so popular, or that my little labors35 were so warmly appreciated.
"Well, thank God, we have himself whatever."
Gentle reader, "himself" and "herself" are two pronouns, that in our village idioms mean the master and mistress of the situation, beyond whom there is no appeal.
"Wisha, the Lord spare him to us. God help us, if he wint."
"The heads of our Church, God spare them long! Wisha, your reverence might have a copper36 about you to help a poor lone23 widow?"
I must say this subtle flattery did not raise my drooped37 spirits. I went home, sat down by my little table, and gave myself up to gloomy reflections.
It must have been eight o'clock, or more, for the twilight38 had come down, and my books and little pictures were looking misty39, when a rat-tat-tat rang at the door. I didn't hear the car, for the road was muddy, I suppose; but I straightened myself up in my arm-chair, and drew my breviary towards me. I had read my Matins and Lauds40 for the following day, before dinner; I always do, to keep up the old tradition amongst the Irish priests; but I read somewhere that it is always a good thing to edify41 people who come to see you. And I didn't want any one to suspect that I had been for a few minutes asleep. In a moment, Hannah, my old housekeeper42, came in. She held a tiny piece of card between her fingers, which were carefully covered with her check apron, lest she should soil it. I took it—while I asked—
"Who is it?"
"I don't know, your reverence."
"Is 't a priest?"
"No, but I think he's a gintleman," she whispered. "He talks like the people up at the great house."
She got a candle, and I read:—
"'T is the new curate," I said.
"Oyeh," said Hannah, whose dread43 and admiration44 for the "strange gintleman" evaporated, when she found he was a mere45 curate.
I went out and welcomed with what warmth I could my new coöperator. It was too dark for me to see what manner of man he was; but I came to some rapid conclusions from the way he spoke46. He bit off his words, as riflemen bite their cartridges47, he chiselled48 every consonant49, and gave full free scope to every vowel50. This was all the accent he had, an accent of precision and determination and formalism, that struck like a knell51, clear and piercing on my heart.
"I took the liberty of calling, Sir," he said, "and I hope you will excuse my troubling you at such an unseasonable hour; but I am utterly52 unacquainted with the locality, and I should be thankful to you if you would refer me to a hotel."
"There's but one hotel in the village," I replied slowly. "It has also the advantage of being the post-office, and the additional advantage of being an emporium for all sorts of merchandise, from a packet of pins to Reckitt's blue, and from pigs' crubeens to the best Limerick flitches. There's a conglomeration53 of smells," I continued, "that would shame the City on the Bosphorus; and there are some nice visitors there now in the shape of two Amazons who are going to give selections from 'Maritana' in the school-house this evening; and a drunken acrobat54, the leavings of the last circus."
"Good heavens," he said under his breath.
I think I astonished him, as I was determined55 to do. Then I relented, as I had the victory.
"If, however," said I, "you could be content with the humble56 accommodation and poor fare that this poor presbytery affords, I shall be delighted to have you as my guest, until you can secure your own little domicile."
"I thank you very much, Sir," said he, "you are extremely kind. Would you pardon me a moment, whilst I dismiss the driver and bring in my portmanteau?"
He followed me into the parlor59, where the lamp was now lighting60, and I had a good opportunity of observing him. I always sit with my back to the light, which has the double advantage of obscuring my own features and lighting up the features of those whom I am addressing. He sat opposite me, straight as an arrow. One hand was gloved; he was toying gently with the other glove. But he was a fine fellow. Fairly tall, square shouldered, not a bit stout61, but clean cut from head to spur, I thought I should not like to meet him in a wrestling bout32, or try a collision over a football. He had a mass of black hair, glossy62 and curled, and parted at the left side. Large, blue-black luminous63 eyes, that looked you squarely in the face, were hardly as expressive64 as a clear mouth that now in repose65 seemed too quiet even for breathing. He was dressed ad ——. Pardon me, dear reader, I have had to brush up my classics, and Horace is like a spring eruption66. There was not a line of white visible above his black collar; but a square of white in front, where the edges parted. A heavy chain hung from his vest; and his boots glistened67 and winked68 in the lamplight.
"You'll take something?" I said. "You have had a long drive."
"If not too much trouble," he said, "I'll have a cup of tea."
I rang the bell.
"Get a cup of tea, Hannah," I said.
"A cup of tea," I said decisively, "and don't be long."
"Oyeh!" said Hannah. But she brought in a few minutes later the tea and hot cakes that would make an alderman hungry, and two poached eggs on toast. I was awfully70 proud of my domestic arrangements. But I was puzzled. Hannah was not always so courteous71. She explained next day.
"I didn't like him at all, at all," she said, "but whin I came out and saw his portmanty all brass72 knobs, and took up his rug, whew! it was that soft and fine it would do to wrap up the Queen, I said to myself, 'this is a gintleman, Hannah; who knows but he's the Bishop on his tower.'"
"I hope you like your tea?" I said.
"It's simply delicious," he answered.
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