The Irish Penny Journal, Vol. 1 No. 49, June 5, 1841Various
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The Irish Penny Journal, Vol. 1 No. 49, June 5, 1841
Various
Ireland -- Periodicals
Howsomever, that bears no prodigality to the story I’m narratin’. So
what would you have of it, but Balgruntie, who had heard of the father’s
wealth and the daughter’s beauty, took a holy hankerin’ afther both; an’
havin’ as usual said his prayers an’ sung a psalm, he determined for
to clap his thumb upon the father’s money, thinkin’ that the daughter
would be the more aisily superinduced to folly it. In other words, he
made up his mind to sack the castle, carry off the daughter and marry
her righteously, rather, he said, through a sincere wish to bring her
into a state of grace, by a union with a God-fearin’ man, whose walk he
trusted was Zionward, than from any cardinal detachment for her wealth
or beauty. He accordingly sent up a file of the most pious men he had,
picked fellows, with good psalm-singin’ voices and strong noses, to
request that John Graham would give them possession of the castle for
a time, an’ afterwards join them at prayers, as a proof that he was no
royalist, but a friend to Crummle an’ the Commonwealth. Now, you see, the
best of it was, that the very man they demanded this from was commonly
denominated by the people as ‘Gunpowdher Jack,’ in consequence of the
great signification of his courage; an’, besides, he was known to be
a member of the Hell-fire Club, that no person could join that hadn’t
fought three duels, and killed at least one man; and in ordher to show
that they regarded neither God nor hell, they were obligated to dip one
hand in blood an’ the other in fire, before they could be made members
of the club. It’s aisy to see, then, that Graham was not likely to quail
before a handful of the very men he hated wid all the vociferation in his
power, an’ he accordingly put his head out of the windy, an’ axed them
their tergiversation for bein’ there.
‘Begone about your business,’ he said; ‘I owe you no regard. What
brings you before the castle of a man who despises you? Don’t think to
determinate me, you cauting rascals, for you can’t. My castle’s well
provided wid men, an’ ammunition, an’ food; an’ if you don’t be off, I’ll
make you sing a different tune from a psalm one.’ Begad he did, plump to
them, out of the windy.
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