The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 17, No. 100, February, 1866: A Magazine of Literature, Science, Art, and PoliticsVarious
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The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 17, No. 100, February, 1866: A Magazine of Literature, Science, Art, and Politics
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blarney, beginning in a rage, and ending as if she had been in jest.
Meanwhile her husband stood by very quiet, occasionally trying to still
her; but it is to be presumed, that, after our departure, they came to
blows, it being a custom with the Irish husbands and wives to settle
their disputes with blows; and it is said the woman often proves the
better man. The different families also have battles, and occasionally
the Irish fight with the Canadians. The latter, however, are much the
more peaceable, never quarrelling among themselves, and seldom with
their neighbors. They are frugal, and often go back to Canada with
considerable sums of money. B---- has gained much influence both with
the Irish and the French,--with the latter, by dint of speaking to them
in their own language. He is the umpire in their disputes, and their
adviser, and they look up to him as a protector and patron-friend. I
have been struck to see with what careful integrity and wisdom he
manages matters among them, hitherto having known him only as a free and
gay young man. He appears perfectly to understand their general
character, of which he gives no very flattering description. In these
huts, less than twenty feet square, he tells me that upwards of twenty
people have sometimes been lodged.
A description of a young lady who had formerly been insane, and now felt
the approach of a new fit of madness. She had been out to ride, had
exerted herself much, and had been very vivacious. On her return, she
sat down in a thoughtful and despondent attitude, looking very sad, but
one of the loveliest objects that ever were seen. The family spoke to
her, but she made no answer, nor took the least notice; but still sat
like a statue in her chair,--a statue of melancholy and beauty. At last
they led her away to her chamber.
We went to meeting this forenoon. I saw nothing remarkable, unless a
little girl in the next pew to us, three or four years old, who fell
asleep, with her head in the lap of her maid, and looked very pretty: a
picture of sleeping innocence.
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