and my master at the Lodge for health; and they all pitied him greatly,
and he had their good wishes, if that would do, but money was a thing
they unfortunately had not any of them at this time to spare. I had
my journey for my pains, and I, not used to walking, nor supple as
formerly, was greatly tired, but had the satisfaction of telling my
master, when I got to the Lodge, all the civil things said by high and
low.
“Thady,” says he, “all you’ve been telling me brings a strange thought
into my head: I’ve a notion I shall not be long for this world any how,
and I’ve a great fancy to see my own funeral afore I die.” I was greatly
shocked, at the first speaking, to hear him speak so light about his
funeral, and he, to all appearance, in good health, but recollecting
myself, answered, “To be sure, it would be as fine a sight as one could
see, I dared to say, and one I should be proud to witness, and I did
not doubt his honour’s would be as great a funeral as ever Sir Patrick
O’Shaughlin’s was, and such a one as that had never been known in the
county afore or since.” But I never thought he was in earnest about
seeing his own funeral himself, till the next day he returns to it
again. “Thady,” says he, “as far as the wake[18] goes, sure I might
without any great trouble have the satisfaction of seeing a bit of my
own funeral.” “Well, since your honour’s honour’s so bent upon it,” says
I, not willing to cross him, and he in trouble, “we must see what we can
do.” So he fell into a sort of a sham disorder, which was easy done, as
he kept his bed, and no one to see him; and I got my shister, who was an
old woman very handy about the sick, and very skilful, to come up to the
Lodge to nurse him; and we gave out, she knowing no better, that he was
just at his latter end, and it answered beyond any thing; and there was
a great throng of people, men, women, and childer, and there being
only two rooms at the Lodge, except what was locked up full of Jason’s
furniture and things, the house was soon as full and fuller than it
could hold, and the heat, and smoke, and noise wonderful great; and
standing amongst them that were near the bed, but not thinking at all of
the dead, I was started by the sound of my master’s voice from under the
great coats that had been thrown all at top, and I went close up, no one
noticing. “Thady,” says he, “I’ve had enough of this; I’m smothering,
and can’t hear a word of all they’re saying of the deceased.” “God bless
you, and lie still and quiet,” says I, “a bit longer, for my shister’s
afraid of ghosts, and would die on the spot with fright, was she to
see you come to life all on a sudden this way without the least
preparation.” So he lays him still, though well nigh stifled, and I made
all haste to tell the secret of the joke, whispering to one and t’other,
and there was a great surprise, but not so great as we had laid out it
would. “And aren’t we to have the pipes and tobacco, after coming so
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