Going to Maynooth: Traits and Stories of the Irish Peasantry, The Works of William Carleton, Volume ThreeCarleton, William
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Going to Maynooth: Traits and Stories of the Irish Peasantry, The Works of William Carleton, Volume Three
Carleton, William
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
“Well--having discussed that--_observatis observandis, quoad
sacerdolem_--having passed my eulogium upon Father Finnerty--upon my
word and credit though, punch is _prima facie_ drink--and father, that
brings me to remember an omission which I committed in my dialogue with
you this morning. I forgot to say, that after my dinner, in the manner I
expounded to you, it will be necessary to have a tumbler of punch--for,
as Father Finnerty says, there is nothing which so effectually promotes
the organs of digestion. Now, my introduction of this, in the middle
of my narrative, is what the hypercritics call a Parenthesis, which
certainly betrays no superficial portion of literary perusal on my part,
if you could at all but understand it as well as Father Finnerty, our
Worthy parochial incumbent, does. As for the curate, should I ever come
to authority in the Irish hierarchy, I shall be strongly disposed to
discountenance him; if it were only for his general superciliousness of
conduct. So there's another clause disposed of.
“Well--to proceed--I say I have intelligence regarding myself, that will
be by no means unsavory to you all. Father Finnerty and I had, about
an hour before dinner this day, a long and tedious conversation, the
substance of which was my future celebrity in the church. He has a claim
on the Bishop, which he stated to me will be exercised in my favor,
although there are several candidates for it in this parish, not one of
whom, however, is within forty-five degree's of being so well qualified
for college as myself. Father, is there not a jar--an _amphora_--as that
celebrated satirist Juvenile has it--an _amphora_--in the chimly-brace,
filled with liquor--get it, and let us _inter animosity_--I'll not be
long a member of the domestic circle with you--so, upon the basis of the
communication I have to make, let us, as I said, be--become sextons to
animosity and care. 'Dionysius,' said Father Finnerty, addressing me,
which shows, at all events, that I am not so unimportant as some of my
friends would suppose--'Dionysius,' said he '_inter nos_--between
you and me, I believe I have it in my power to send up a candidate to
Maynooth. 'Tis true, I never make a promise--_nunquam facio votum_,
except in certain cases, or, in other words, Dionysius, _exceptis
excipiendis_--in which is the essence, as it were, of a proper vow.' In
the meantime he proceeded--'With regard to your prospects in the church,
I can only say, in the first place, and I say it with much truth and
sincerity--that I'm badly off for a horse; that, however, is, as I said,
_inter nos--sub sigillo_. The old garran I have is fairly worn out--and,
not that I say it, your father has as pretty a colt as there is within
the bounds--_intra terminos parochii mei_, within the two ends of my
parish: _verbum sat_--which is, I'm sure you're a sensible and discreet
young man. Your father, Dionysius, is a parishioner whom I regard and
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