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
“Why do you crush forward in that manner, you ill-bred spalpeens? Can't
you stand back, and behave yourselves like common Christians?--back with
you! or, if you make me get my whip, I'll soon clear you from about the
dacent man's door. Hagarty, why do you crush them two girls there,
you great Turk, you? Look at the vagabonds! Where's my whip,” said he,
running in, and coming out in a fury, when he commenced cutting about
him, until they dispersed in all directions. He then returned into the
house; and, after calling in about two dozen, began to catechize them
as follows, still holding the whip in his hand, whilst many of those
individuals, who at a party quarrel or faction fight, in fair or market,
were incapable of the slightest terror, now stood trembling before him,
absolutely pale and breathless with fear.
“Come, Kelly,” said he to one of them, “are you fully prepared for the
two blessed sacraments of Penance and the Eucharist, that you are about
to receive? Can you read, sir?”
“Can I read, is id?--my brother Barney can, yor Rev'rence,” replied
Kelly, sensible, amid all the disadvantages around him, of the
degradation of his ignorance.
“What's that to me, sir?” said the priest, “what your brother Barney can
do--can you not read yourself?”
“I can not, your Reverence,” said Kelly, in a tone of regret.
“I hope you have your Christian Doctrine, at all events,” said the
priest. “Go on with the Confiteor.”
Kelly went on--“Confeetur Dimnipotenmti batchy Mary semplar virginy,
batchy Mickletoe Archy Angelo, batchy Johnny Bartisty, sanctris
postlis--Petrum hit Paulum omnium sanctris, et tabby pasture, quay a
pixavit minus coglety ashy hony verbum et offer him smaxy quilia smaxy
quilta--sniaxy maxin in quilia.” *
* Let not our readers suppose that the above version in
the mouth of a totally illiterate peasant is
overcharged; for we have the advantage of remembering
how we ourselves used to hear it pronounced in our
early days. We will back the version in the text
against Edward Irving's new language--for any money.--
Original note.
“Very well, Kelly, right enough, all except the pronouncing,
which wouldn't pass muster in Maynooth, however. How many kinds of
commandments are there?”
“Two, sir.”
“What are they?”
“God's and the Church's.”
“Repeat God's share of them.”
He then repeated the first commandment according to his catechism.
“Very good, Kelly, very good. Well now, repeat the commandments of the
Church.”
“First--Sundays and holidays, Mass thou shalt sartinly hear;
“Second--All holidays sanctificate throughout all the whole year.
“Third--Lent, Ember days, and Virgins, thou shalt be sartain to fast;
“Fourth--Fridays and Saturdays flesh thou shalt not, good, bad or
indifferent, taste.
“Fifth--In Lent and Advent, nuptial fastes gallantly forbear.
“Sixth--Confess your sins, at laste once dacently and soberly every
year.
“Seventh--Resave your God at confission about great Easter-day;
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