The Irish Penny Journal, Vol. 1 No. 06, August 8, 1840Various
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The Irish Penny Journal, Vol. 1 No. 06, August 8, 1840
Various
Ireland -- Periodicals
“What is the meaning of this, Mr O’Gorman?” said Mrs Harvey, who was quite
disconcerted at the turn things had taken, and was now seriously disposed
to be angry.
“My dear madam,” said he, “it may look a little unsightly, but it is all
prime meat, depend upon it. It was dressed yesterday for the College
dining-hall.”
“You don’t mean, surely, to call bare bones _meat_, sir?”
“My dear madam,” said Bob, “you will find that there is as much meat
without bone as will compensate. Mulholland is a very honest fellow in
that respect.”
Some laughed, some were annoyed, some were disgusted; but by degrees
hunger asserted its rights, and reconciled them a little, especially when
O’Gorman pointed out how much easier it would be to carve the small pieces
with a _penknife_, than if they had but one large one.
“Well,” said Mrs Harvey, “I have long indulged the hope of having a
_pic-nic_ party so perfectly arranged that nothing should go astray; and
so far have I been from succeeding, that I really do think there never was
a more unfortunate, irregular affair. I really do not know what to say,
and I feel quite incompetent to preside. Mr O’Gorman, as you have the
happy knack of making the best of every thing, I believe you are the
person best qualified in this company to make the most of the matter, and
we must rely on your ingenuity.”
“Thank you, ma’am. That is as much as to say, ‘Bob, as you have treated us
to broken meat, and lost the knives and forks, you will please to carve!’
Well, nabocklish, this isn’t a round table, like Prince Arthur’s, for it’s
little more than half round, and we have old Howth at the head, and old
Neptune at the foot of it; but, for the rest, we don’t stand upon
precedence, and therefore I need not change my place, to preside. Mr
Harvey, I’ll trouble you for the penknife--I beg pardon--the carver--hem!
and that specimen of antediluvian cutlery, the ‘_crukked ould fork_.’
Thank you--shove over the beef now. Ods marrow-bones and cleavers! what a
heap! Gentlemen, you had better turn up your cuffs as a needful
preliminary; and, perchance, an ablution may also be necessary--you can
get down to the water here, at this side.”
As soon as the party had re-assembled, after having washed their hands, he
again addressed them.
“Mr Sharpe, and Mr Harvey, will you please to drag that, turkey asunder?
Mr O’Brien, will you tear a wing off that fowl for Miss O’Donnell? Fitz,
gnaw the cord off one of those ale bottles; draw the cork with your teeth,
and send the bottle round. The corkscrew was with the knives.”
“Draw my teeth with the cork, you mean; I had rather knock off the neck,
thank you,” said Fitz, about to suit the action to the word.
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