The Black Baronet; or, The Chronicles Of Ballytrain: The Works of William Carleton, Volume OneCarleton, William
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The Black Baronet; or, The Chronicles Of Ballytrain: The Works of William Carleton, Volume One
Carleton, William
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
heroically adventuring to the dignity of a burglar for which he had
neither skill nor daring, was made prisoner in the act; and there he
sits, half drunk, in that corner, repenting his failure instead of
his crime, forgetting his cowardice, and making moral resolutions with
himself, that, should he escape now, he will execute the next burglary
in a safe and virtuous state of sobriety. But we need not proceed: there
was the idle and drunken mechanic, or, perhaps, the wife, whose Saturday
night visits to the tap-room in order to fetch him home, or to rescue
the wages of his industry from the publican, had at length corrupted
herself.
Two other characters were there which we cannot overlook, both of whom
had passed through the world with a strong but holy scorn for the errors
and failings of their fellow-creatures. One of them was a man of gross,
carnal-looking features, trained, as it seemed to the uninitiated, into
a severe and sanctified expression by the sheer force of religion. His
face was full of godly intolerance against everything at variance with
the one thing needful, whatever that was, and against all who did not,
like himself, travel on fearlessly and zealously Zionward. He did not
feel himself justified in the use of common and profane language; and,
consequently, his vocabulary was taken principally from the Bible, which
he called “the Lord's word.” Sunday was not Sunday with him, but “the
Lord's day;” and he never went to church in his life, but always to
“service.” Like most of his class, however, he seemed to be influenced
by that extraordinary anomaly which characterizes the saints--that is to
say, as great a reverence for the name of the devil as for that of God
himself; for in his whole life and conversation he was never known to
pronounce it as we have written it. Satan--the enemy--the destroyer,
were the names he applied to him: and this, we presume, lest the world
might suspect that there subsisted any private familiarity between them.
His great ruling principle, however, originated in what he termed a
godless system of religious liberality; in other words, he attributed
all the calamities and scourges of the land to the influence of Popery.
and its toleration by the powers that be. He was a big-boned, coarse
man, with black, greasy hair, cut short; projecting cheek-bones, that
argued great cruelty; dull, but lascivious eyes; and an upper lip like a
dropsical sausage. We forget now the locality in which he had committed
the offence that had caused him to be brought there. But it does
not much matter; it is enough to say that he was caught, about three
o'clock, perambulating the streets, considerably the worse for liquor,
and not in the best society. Even as it was, and in the very face of
those who had detected him so circumstanced, he was railing against the
ungodliness of our “rulers,” the degeneracy of human nature, and the
awful scourges that the existence of Popery was bringing on the land.
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