Very soon after his coming to his property Flannelly had become a
daily and intolerant burthen to him. He had in his prime made some
ineffectual fight again this man,--he had made some faint attempts
rather to parry blows, than overcome his foe; but from the time that
Keegan's cunning had been added to Flannelly's weight, poor Lawrence
Macdermot had, as it were, owned himself thoroughly vanquished for
this world. Since that time he had done nothing but complain.
Joined to all this--and no wonder--he had taken to drink,--not
drinking in the would-be-jolly, rollicking, old Irish style, as
his father had done before him; but a slow, desperate, solitary,
continual melancholy kind of suction, which left him never drunk and
never sober. It had come to that, that if he were left throughout
the morning without his whiskey and water, he would cry like a child;
whatever power he had of endurance would leave him, and he would
sit over the fire whining the names of Flannelly and Keegan, and
slobbering over his wrongs and persecutions, till he had again drank
himself into silence and passive tolerance.
Not only his hair and his whiskers, but his very face had become grey
from the effect of the miserable, torpid life he led. He looked as if
he were degenerating into the grub even before he died.
The only visible feeling left to him was a kind of stupid family
pride, which solely, or chiefly, showed itself in continual
complaints that the descendants and the present family of the
Macdermots should be harrowed and brought to the ground by such
low-born ruffians as Flannelly and Keegan.
It is odd that though Feemy often thwarted him and Thady rarely
did,--and though Thady was making the best fight he could, poor
fellow, for the Macdermots and Ballycloran,--the old man always
seemed cross to him, and never was so to her. May be he spent more
of his time with her, and was more afraid of her; but so it was;
and though he certainly loved her better than anything, excepting
Ballycloran and his own name, it will be owned that he was no guide
for a girl like Feemy, possessed of strong natural powers, stronger
passions, and but very indifferent education.
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