The Poor Scholar: Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of; William Carleton, Volume ThreeCarleton, William
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The Poor Scholar: Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of; William Carleton, Volume Three
Carleton, William
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
“Well, Jimmy--well, agra--God enable you, avourneen; 'tis a good
intintion. The divil a one o' me will turn another spadeful aither, for
this day: I'm _dhrookin'_ (* dripping) wid the rain. We'll go home an'
take an air o' the fire we want it; and aftherwards we can talk about
what you're _on_ (* determined) for.”
It is usual to attribute to the English and Scotch character,
exclusively, a cool and persevering energy in the pursuit of such
objects as inclination or interest may propose for attainment; whilst
Irishmen are considered too much the creatures of impulse to reach
a point that requires coolness, condensation of thought, and efforts
successively repeated. This is a mistake. It is the opinion of
Englishmen and Scotchmen who know not the Irish character thoroughly.
The fact is, that in the attainment of an object, where a sad-faced
Englishman would despair, an Irishman will, probably, laugh, drink,
weep, and fight, during his progress to accomplish it. A Scotchman will
miss it, perhaps, but, having done all that could be done, he will
try another speculation. The Irishman may miss it too; but to console
himself he will break the head of any man who may have impeded him in
his efforts, as a proof that he ought to have succeeded; or if he cannot
manage that point, he will crack the pate of the first man he meets, or
he will get drunk, or he will marry a wife, or swear a gauger never
to show his face in that quarter again; or he will exclaim, if it be
concerning a farm, with a countenance full of simplicity--“God bless
your honor, long life and honor to you, sir! Sure an' 'twas but a
thrifle, anyhow, that your Reverence will make up for me another time.
An' 'tis well I know your Lordship 'ud be the last man on airth to give
me the cowld shoulder, so you would, an' I an ould residenthur on your
own father's estate, the Lord be praised for that same! An' 'tis
a happiness, an' nothjn' else, so it is, even if I payed double
rint--wherein, maybe, I'm not a day's journey from that same, manin'
the double rint, your honor; only that one would do a great deal for
the honor an' glory of livin' undher a raal gintleman--an' that's but
rason.”
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