The Martins Of Cro' Martin, Vol. I (of II)Lever, Charles
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The Martins Of Cro' Martin, Vol. I (of II)
Lever, Charles
Ireland -- History -- 1800-1837 -- Fiction; Ireland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
“I don't believe a word of it, Martin,--not a word of it. Ireland is not
to be redeemed by her own gentry. The thing is sheer impossibility! They
both know each other too well. Do you understand me? They are too ready
to make allowances for shortcomings that have their source in some
national prejudice; whereas your Saxon or your Scotchman would
scout such a plea at once. Ireland wants an alternative, Martin,--an
alternative; and, amidst our other anomalies, not the least singular is
the fact that the Englishman, who knows nothing about us, nor ever will
know anything, is precisely the man to better our condition.”
“These are strange opinions to hear from your lips, Repton. I never
heard any man so sarcastic as yourself on English ignorance regarding
Ireland.”
“And you may hear me again on the same theme whenever you vouchsafe me
an audience,” said the lawyer, sharply. “It was but the other day I gave
our newly arrived secretary, Mr. Muspratt, a gentle intimation of my
sentiments on that score. We were dining at the Lodge. I sat next his
Excellency, who, in the course of dinner, directed my attention to a
very graphic picture the secretary was drawing of the misery he had
witnessed that very day, coming up from Carlow. He did the thing well,
I must own. He gave the famished looks, the rags, the wretchedness, all
their due; and he mingled his pathos and indignation with all the skill
of an artist; while he actually imparted a Raffaelle effect to his
sketch, as he portrayed the halt, the maimed, the blind, and the palsied
that crowded around the carriage as he changed horses, exclaiming,
by way of peroration, 'Misery and destitution like this no man ever
witnessed before, all real and unfeigned as it was sure to be.'
“'Naas is a miserable place, indeed,' said I, for he looked directly
towards me for a confirmation of his narrative.
“'There is no denying one word the gentleman has said; I came up that way
from circuit three weeks ago, and was beset in the same spot, and in the
same manner as we have just heard. I can't attempt such a description as
Mr. Muspratt has given us; but I will say that there was not a human
deformity or defect that did n't appear to have its representative in
that ragged gathering, all clamorous and eager for aid. I looked at them
for a while in wonderment, and at last I threw out a “tenpenny” in the
midst. The “blind” fellow saw it first, but the “lame cripple” had the
foot of him, and got the money!'”
Repton leaned back in his chair, and laughed heartily as he finished. “I
only wish you saw his face, Martin; and, indeed, his Excellency's too.
The aides-de-camp laughed; they were very young, and could n't help it.”
“He 'll not make you a chief justice, Repton,” said Martin, slyly.
“I 'll take care he don't,” said the other. “_Summum jus summa injuria_.
The chief justice is a great humbug, or a great abuse, whichever way you
like to render it.”
“And yet they'd be glad to promote you,” said Martin, thoughtfully.
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