The Tithe-Proctor: The Works of William Carleton, Volume TwoCarleton, William
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The Tithe-Proctor: The Works of William Carleton, Volume Two
Carleton, William
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
In every country whose political, commercial, or social relations, are
not properly settled, or in which there exists a struggle between
the principles at variance with civil order and those of enlightened
progress, there will always be found a considerable portion of
the population ripe and ready for violence and crime. This is an
undisputable fact, and one the more dangerous too, inasmuch as crime is
usually stripped by these misguided wretches of its inherent guilt, and
looked upon as a necessary instrument, or, in other words, as a means
to work out an end. It is true, the relative portion of the reckless
and guilty is, in this country at least, considering its population,
exceedingly small, for we all know how miserable the number of those
who are at any time necessary to involve the character of a district at
large, or inculpate the moral reputation of a whole country. At the same
time, we must unquestionably admit, that, if we contrast the population
of the country at large, and the frequency of crime in it, joined to
its character of cool and deliberate atrocity, with that of the sister
countries, we must candidly acknowledge, that the conduct of the people,
even taking the proportions I have mentioned into consideration, is not
only without parallel in modern times, but that religion is not merely a
name, but, in every sense, incapable, whether by its internal spirit
or maladministration, of discharging to society those great functional
duties which mankind have a right to expect from it. But now to return.
Finnerty had joined the meeting; his wife, approaching M'Carthy, said,
in a low whisper--
“They have some argument about you, whatever it is. However, with God's
assistance, I'll venthur to do a thing that may be dangerous enough to
myself, at any rate; but what do I care about that, if I can save an
unoffendin' fellow-creature from harm?--Stay where you are then, till I
come in again.”
She went out as she spoke, and after an? interval of about six or eight
minutes again made her appearance.
“I can't hear them plain enough,” she said, on her return, “but whatever
it is, I can undherstan' that the most of them all is against it. In
God's name, at any rate, stay where you are--they're risin' to go
home, and as the night's light they'd be sure to pounce upon you if
you attempted to escape. Whatever I can do to save you from harm here I
will.”
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