The Station; The Party Fight And Funeral; The Lough Derg Pilgrim: Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of; William Carleton, Volume ThreeCarleton, William
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The Station; The Party Fight And Funeral; The Lough Derg Pilgrim: Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of; William Carleton, Volume Three
Carleton, William
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
“Ah,” said my brother, pulling out a guinea, “I would with the greatest
pleasure; but I fear this guinea is not orthodox. I'm afraid it has a
heretical mark upon it.”
“In that case,” replied his Reverence laughing heartily, “your only plan
is to return it to the bosom of the church, by laying it on the plate
here--it will then be within the pale, you know.”
This reply produced a great deal of good-humor among that part of the
crowd which immediately surrounded them--not excepting his nearest
relations, who laughed heartily--
“Well,” said my brother, as he laid it on the plate, “how many prayers
will you offer up in my favor for this?”
“Leave that to myself,” said his Reverence, looking at the money; “it
will be before you, I say, when you go to St. Peter.”
He then held the plate over to me in a droll manner; and I added another
guinea to my brother's gift; for which I had the satisfaction of having
my name called out so loud, that it might be heard a quarter of a mile
off.
“God bless you, sir,” said the priest, “and I thank you.”
“John,” said I, when he left us, “I think that is a pleasant and rather
a sensible man?”
“He's as jovial a soul,” replied my brother, “as ever gave birth to a
jest, and he sings a right good song. Many a convivial hour have he and
I spent together; and a more hospitable man besides, never yet existed.
Although firmly attached to his own religion, he is no bigot; but, on
the contrary, an excellent, liberal, and benevolent man.”
When the offerings were all collected, he returned to the altar,
repeated a few additional prayers in prime style--as rapid as lightning;
and after hastily shaking the holy water on the crowd, the funeral
moved oh. It was now two o'clock, the day clear and frosty, and the sun
unusually bright for the season. During mass, many were added to those
who formed the funeral train at the outset; so that, when we got out
upon the road, the procession appeared very large. After this, few or
none joined it; for it is esteemed by no means “dacent” to do so after
mass, because, in that case, the matter is ascribed to an evasion of the
offerings; but those whose delay has not really been occasioned by this
motive, make it a point to pay them at the grave-yard, or after the
interment, and sometimes even on the following day--so jealous are
the peasantry of having any degrading suspicion attached to their
generosity.
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