Illustrations of political economy, Volume 3 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 3 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
The successful bidder, came forward, smiling and scraping, not a whit
ashamed of the bare knees which had burst through what had once been
breeches, or of the tatters which were bound about his person, in
various directions, by hay-ropes, there being no other way of keeping
them together.
“Ask him,” urged the eager foreigner, “ask him where his pounds are to
come from, and why he wishes to be a farmer.”
“There is most likely a lady in the case,” observed Henry; and then
turning to the man, he inquired whether he had not done a very daring
thing in engaging to pay so high a yearly sum?
“God save your honour kindly, the mother is turned out of her own,
beyond there; and it’s a cabin I’m wishing to give her, old creature as
she is, and a bite and sup with me.”
“And is there nobody else, friend, likely to be your cabin-keeper?”
The man’s countenance fell, and he replied that there was to have been
one last Shrovetide, but that she was forcibly carried off, and married
to another man, before he could overtake her. Henry turned the subject
hastily, shocked at his own curiosity, which had led to such a
disclosure. He asked the man whether he could honestly say that he had a
week’s provision beforehand for his mother and himself? The tenant
laughed and pointed to his new ground, saying that they might glean
potatoes enough among the ridges, after the digging, to keep them for a
few days till they could look about them a bit. His mother moreover had
a cow, and a slip of a pig. He ended by bewitchingly asking for the
“blissen” on his enterprise. The foreigner was amused to observe that in
Ireland a blessing comes out of the pocket instead of the mouth; not
that the verbal blessing is absolutely worthless; but it is considered
merely as an accessory to something more substantial.
The process of giving the blessing quickened the bidding, as it was
feared the gentlemen might leave the ground before the next successful
candidate was ready to pay his smiling service. The lot was awarded to
Dan, who, after tossing up his hat, advanced towards the horsemen,
followed by his father-in-law. They observed to one another that he
looked better qualified than his predecessor to pay rent, his dress
being decent, and his manner betokening more forethought and experience.
“Have you an old mother to find a shelter for, too?” inquired Alexander.
“There’s the mother and the father too that’s to the fore,” replied Dan,
turning to introduce Sullivan.
“And the darling too that’s been his wife almost since the sun rose,”
added Sullivan. “Dan has had the priest’s blessing this morn, and sure
your honours’ won’t be long in following?”
“I would have married in the evening, Dan, if I had been you,” said
Henry. “The land first, and then the girl, is the prudent way, you know.
How would you have managed, if you had had the girl without the land?”
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