William Carleton, Fardorougha the Miser (1839)
Source: The Works of William Carleton, Vol. I (NY: Collier Edn. 1881), ill. M. L. Flanery; prepared for Project Gutenberg by David Widgery and captured in ASCII format for RICORSO from the Gutenberg website online [27.06.2010].
Part II |
THE DWELLING of Bodagh Buie OBrien, to which Connor is now directing his steps, was a favorable specimen of that better class of farm-houses inhabited by our most extensive and wealthy agriculturists. It was a large, whitewashed, ornamentally thatched building, that told by its external aspect of the good living, extensive comforts, and substantial opulence which prevailed within. Stretched before its hall-door was a small lawn, bounded on the left by a wall that separated it from the farm-yard into which the kitchen door opened. Here were stacks of hay, oats, and wheat, all upon an immense scale, both as to size and number; together with threshing and winnowing machines, improved ploughs, carts, cars, and all the other modern implements of an extensive farm. Very cheering, indeed, was the din of industry that arose from the clank of machinery, the grunting of hogs, the cackling of geese, the quacking of ducks, and all the various other sounds which proceeded from what at first sight might have appeared to be rather a scene of confusion, but which, on closer inspection, would be found a rough yet well-regulated system, in which every person had an allotted duty to perform. Here might Bodagh Buie be seen, dressed in a gray broad-cloth coat, broad kerseymere breeches, and lambs wool stockings, moving from place to place with that calm, sedate, and contented air, which betokens an easy mind and a consciousness of possessing a more than ordinary share of property and influence. With hands thrust into his small-clothes pockets, and a bunch of gold seals suspended from his fob, he issued his orders in a grave and quiet tone, differing very little in dress from an absolute Squireen, save in the fact of his Caroline hat being rather scuffed, and his strong shoes begrimed with the soil of his fields or farm-yard. Mrs. OBrien was, out of the sphere of her own family, a person of much greater pretension than the Bodagh her husband; and, though in a different manner, not less so in the discharge of her duty as a wife, a mother, or a mistress. In appearance, she was a large, fat, good-looking woman, eternally in a state of motion and bustle, and, as her education had been extremely scanty, her tone and manner, though brimful of authority and consequence, were strongly marked with that ludicrous vulgarity which is produced by the attempt of an ignorant person to accomplish a high style of gentility. She was a kind-hearted, charitable woman, however; but so inveterately conscious of her station in life, that it became, in her opinion, a matter of duty to exhibit a refinement and elevation of language suitable to a matron who could drive every Sunday to Mass on her own jaunting car. When dressed on these Occasions in her rich rustling silks, she had, what is called in Ireland, a comfortable flaghoola look, but at the same time a carriage so stiff and rustic, as utterly overcame all her attempts, dictated as they were by the simplest vanity, at enacting the arduous and awful character of a Squireens wife. Their family consisted of a son and daughter; the former, a young man of a very amiable disposition, was, at the present period of our story, a student in Maynooth College, and the latter, now in her nineteenth year, a promising pupil in a certain seminary for young ladies, conducted by that notorious Master of Arts, Little Cupid. Oona, or Una, OBrien, was in truth a most fascinating and beautiful brunette; tall in stature, light and agile in all her motions, cheerful and sweet in temper, but with just as much of that winning caprice, as was necessary to give zest and piquancy to her whole character. Though tall and slender, her person was by no means thin; on the contrary, her limbs and figure were very gracefully rounded, and gave promise of that agreeable fulness, beneath or beyond which no perfect model of female proportion can exist. If our readers could get one glance at the hue of her rich cheek, or fall for a moment under the power of her black mellow eye, or witness the beauty of her white teeth, while her face beamed with a profusion of dimples, or saw her while in the act of shaking out her invincible locks, ere she bound them up with her white and delicate hands - then, indeed, might they understand why no war of the elements could prevent Connor ODonovan from risking life and limb sooner than disappoint her in the promise of their first meeting.
Oh that first meeting of pure and youthful love! With what a glory is it ever encircled in the memory of the human heart! No matter how long or how melancholy the lapse of time since its past existence may be, still, still, is it remembered by our feelings when the recollection of every tie but itself has departed. The charm, however, that murmured its many-toned music through the soul of Una OBrien was not, upon the evening in question, wholly free from a shade of melancholy for which she could not account; and this impression did not result from any previous examination of her love for Connor ODonovan, though many such she had. She knew that in this the utmost opposition from both her parents must be expected; nor was it the consequence of a consciousness on her part, that in promising him a clandestine meeting, she had taken a step which could not be justified. Of this, too, she had been aware before; but, until the hour of appointment drew near, the heaviness which pressed her down was such as caused her to admit that the sensation, however painful and gloomy, was new to her, and bore a character distinct from anything that could proceed from the various lights in which she had previously considered her attachment. This was, moreover, heightened by the boding aspect of the heavens and the dread repose of the evening, so unlike anything she had ever witnessed before. Notwithstanding all this, she was sustained by the eager and impatient buoyancy of first affection; which, when imagination pictured the handsome form of her young and manly lover, predominated for the time over every reflection and feeling that was opposed to itself. Her mind, indeed, resembled a fair autumn landscape, over which the cloud-shadows may be seen sweeping for a moment, whilst again the sun comes out and turns all into serenity and light.
The place appointed for their interview was a small paddock shaded by alders, behind her fathers garden, and thither, with trembling limbs and palpitating heart, did the young and graceful daughter of Bodagh Buie proceed.
For a considerable time, that is to say, for three long years before this delicious appointment, had Connor ODonovan and Una been wrapped in the elysium of mutual love. At mass, at fair, and at market, had they often and often met, and as frequently did their eyes search each other out, and reveal in long blushing glances the state of their respective hearts. Many a time did he seek an opportunity to disclose what he felt, and as often, with confusion, and fear, and delight, did she afford him what he sought. Thus did one opportunity after another pass away, and as often did he form the towering resolution to reveal his affection if he were ever favored with another. Still would some disheartening reflection, arising from the uncommon gentleness and extreme modesty of his character, throw a damp upon his spirit. He questioned his own penetration; perhaps she was in the habit of glancing as much at others as she glanced at him. Could it be possible that the beautiful daughter of Bodagh Buie, the wealthiest man, and of his wife, the proudest woman, within a large circle of the country, would love the son of Fardorougha Donovan, whose name had, alas, become so odious and unpopular? But then the blushing face, and dark lucid eyes, and the long earnest glance, rose before his imagination, and told him that, let the difference in the character and the station of their parents be what it might, the fair dark daughter of OBrien was not insensible to him, nor to the anxieties he felt.
The circumstance which produced the first conversation they ever had arose from an incident of a very striking and singular character. About a week before the evening in question, one of Bodagh Buies bee-skeps hived, and the young colony, though closely watched and pursued, directed their course to Fardoroughas house, and settled in the mouth of the chimney. Connor, having got a clean sheet, secured them, and was about to submit them to the care of the Bodaghs servants, when it was suggested that the duty of bringing them home devolved on himself, inasmuch as he was told they would not remain, unless placed in a new skep by the hands of the person on whose property they had settled. While on his way to the Bodaghs he was accosted in the following words by one of OBriens servants:
Connor, theres good luck before you, or the bees wouldnt pick you out amongst all the rest o the neighbors. You ought to hould up your head, man. Who knows what mainins in it?
Why, do you blieve that bees sittin wid one is a sign o good luck?
Surely I do. Doesnt every one know it to be thrue? Connor, youre a good-lookin fellow, an I need scarcely tell you that we have a purty girl at home; can you lay that an that together? Arrah, be my sowl, the richest honey ever the same beesll make, is nothin but alloways, compared wid that purty mouth of her own! A honey-comb is a fool to it.
Why, did you ever thry, Mike?
Is it me? Och, och, if I was only high enough in this world, maybe I wouldnt be spakin sweet to her; no, no, be my word! thry, indeed, for the likes o me! Faith, but I know a sartin young man that she does be often spakin about.
Connors heart was in a state of instant commotion.
An who - who is he - who is that sartin young man, Mike?
Faith, the son o one that can run a shillin farther than eer another man in the country. Do you happen to be acquainted wid one Connor ODonovan, of Lisnamona?
Connor ODonovan - thats good, Mike - in the mane time dont be goin it on us. No, no; - an even if she did, it isnt to you she spake about any one, Michael ahagur!
No, nor it wasnt to me - sure I didnt say it was - but dont you know my sisters at sarvice in the Bodaghs family? Divil the word o falsity Im tellin you; so, if you havent the heart to spake for yourself, I wouldnt give knots o straws for you; and now, theres no harm done I hope - moreover, an by the same token, you neednt go to the trouble o puttin up an advertisement to let the parish know what Ive tould you.
Hut, tut, Mike, its all folly. Una Dhun OBrien to think of me! - nonsense, man; that cock would never fight.
Very well; divil a morsel of us is forcin you to blieve it. I suppose the mother o you has your wooden spoon to the fore still. Id kiss the Bravery you didnt come into the world wid a silver ladle in your mouth, anyhow. In the mane time, were at the Bodaghs - an have an eye about you afther what youve heard - Nabocklish!
This, indeed, was important intelligence to Connor, and it is probable that, had he not heard it, another opportunity of disclosing his passion might have been lost.
Independently of this, however, he was not proof against the popular superstition of the bees, particularly as it appeared to be an augury to which his enamored heart could cling with all the hope of young and passionate enthusiasm.
Nor was it long till he had an opportunity of perceiving that she whose image had floated in light before his fancy, gave decided manifestations of being struck by the same significant occurrence. On entering the garden, the first person his eye rested upon was Una herself, who, as some of the other hives were expected to swarm, had been engaged watching them during the day. His appearance at any time would have created a tumult in her bosom, but, in addition to this, when she heard that the bees which had rested on Connors house, had swarmed from her own hive, to use the words of Burns -
She looked - she reddened like the rose, Syne pale as ony lily,
and, with a shy but expressive glance at Connor, said, in a low hurried voice, These belong to me.
Until the moment we are describing, Connor and she, notwithstanding that they frequently met in public places, had never yet spoken; nor could the words now uttered by Una be considered as addressed to him, although from the glance that accompanied them it was sufficiently evident that they were intended for him alone. It was in vain that he attempted to accost her; his confusion, her pleasure, his timidity, seemed to unite in rendering him incapable of speaking at all. His lips moved several times, but the words, as they arose, died away unspoken.
At this moment, Mike, with waggish good-humor, and in a most laudable fit of industry, reminded the other servants, who had been assisting to secure the bees, that as they (the bees) were now safe, no further necessity existed for their presence.
Come, boys - death-alive, the days passin - only think. Miss Una, that we have all the hay in the Long-shot meadow to get into cocks yet, an here were idlin an ghostherin away our time like I dunna what. Theyre schamin, Miss Una - divil a thing else, an whatll the masther say if the same meadows not finished tonight?
Indeed, Mike, replied Una - ; if the meadow is to be finished this night, theres little time to be lost.
Come, boys, exclaimed Mike, you hear what Miss Una says - if its to be finished tonight theres but little time to be lost - turn out - march. Miss Una can watch the bees widout our help. Good evenin, Misther Donovan; be my word, but youre entitled to a taste o honey any way, for bringing back Miss Unas bees to her.
Mike, after having uttered this significant opinion relative to his sense of justice, drove his fellow-servants out of the garden, and left the lovers together. There was now a dead silence, during the greater part of which, neither dared to look at the other; at length each hazarded a glance; their eyes met, and their embarrassment deepened in a tenfold degree. Una, on withdrawing her gaze, looked with an air of perplexity from one object to another, and at length, with downcast lids, and glowing cheeks, her eyes became fixed on her own white and delicate finger.
Who would think, said she, in a voice tremulous with agitation, that the sting of a bee could be so painful.
Connor advanced towards her with a beating heart. Where have you been stung, Miss OBrien? said he, in a tone shaken out of its fulness by what he felt.
In the finger, she replied, and she looked closely into the spot as she uttered the words.
Will you let me see it? asked Connor.
She held her hand towards him without knowing what she did, nor was it till after a strong effort that Connor mastered himself so far as to ask her in which finger she felt the pain. In fact, both saw at once that their minds were engaged upon far different thoughts, and that their anxiety to pour out the full confession of their love was equally deep and mutual.
As Connor put the foregoing question to her, he took her hand in his.
In what finger? she replied, I dont - indeed - I - I believe in the - the - but what - what is this? - I am very - very weak.
Let me support you to the summer-house, where you can sit, returned Connor, still clasping her soft delicate hand in his; then, circling her slender waist with the other, he helped her to a seat under the thick shade of the osiers.
Unas countenance immediately became pale as death, and her whole frame trembled excessively.
You are too weak even to sit without support, said Connor, your head is droopin. For Gods sake, lean it over on me! Oh! Id give ten thousand lives to have it on my breast only for one moment!
Her paleness still continued; she gazed on him, and, as he gently squeezed her hand, a slight pressure was given in return. He then drew her head over upon his shoulder, where it rather fell than leaned; a gush of tears came from her eyes, and the next moment, with sobbing hearts, they were encircled in each others arms.
From this first intoxicating draught of youthful love, they were startled by the voice of Mrs. OBrien calling upon her daughter, and, at the same time, to their utter dismay, they observed the portly dame sailing, in her usual state, down towards the arbor, with an immense bunch of keys dangling from her side.
Oonagh, Miss - Miss Oonagh - where are you, Miss, Ma Colleen? - Heres a litther, she proceeded, when Una appeared, from Mrs. Fogarty, your school-misthress, to your fadher - statin that she wants you to finish your Jiggraphy at the dancin, wid a new dancin-teacher from Dubling. Why - Eah! what ails you, Miss, Ma Colleen? What the dickens wor you cryin for?
These nasty bees that stung me, returned the girl. Oh, for goodness sake, mother dear, dont come any farther, except you wish to have a whole hive upon you!
Why, sure, they wouldnt sting any one that wont meddle wid them, replied the mother in a kind of alarm.
The sorra pin they care, mother - dont come near them; Ill be in, by an by. Wheres my father?
Hes in the house, an wants you to answer Mrs. Fogarty, statin feder youll take a months larnin on the flure or not.
Well, Ill see her letter in a minute or two, but you may tell my father he neednt wait - I wont answer it tonight at all events.
You must answer it on the nail, replied her mother, becase the messagers waitin in the kitchen ithin.
That alters the case altogether, returned Una, and Ill follow you immediately.
The good woman then withdrew, having once more enjoined the daughter to avoid delay, and not to detain the messenger.
You must go instantly, she said to Connor. Oh, what would happen me if they knew that I love - that I - a short pause ensued, and she blushed deeply.
Say, what you were goin to say, returned Connor; Oh, say that one word, and all the misfortunes that ever happened to man, cant make me unhappy! Oh, God! an is it possible? Say that word - Oh! say it - say it!
Well, then, she continued, if they knew that I love the son of Fardorougha Donovan, what would become of me? Now go, for fear my father may come out.
But when will I see you again?
Go, said she anxiously; go, you can easily see me.
But when? - when? say on Thursday.
Not so soon - not so soon, and she cast an anxious eye towards the garden gate.
When then - say this day week.
Very well - but go - maybe my father has heard from the servants that you are here.
Dusk is the best time.
Yes - yes - about dusk; under the alders, in the little green field behind the garden.
Show me the wounded finger, said he with a smile, before I go.
There, said she, extending her hand; but for Heavens sake go.
Ill tell you how to cure it, said he, tenderly; honey is the medicine; put that sweet finger to your own sweeter lip - and, afterwards, Ill carry home the wound.
But not the medicine, now, said she, and, snatching her hand from his, with light, fearful steps, she fled up the garden and disappeared.
Such, gentle reader, were the circumstances which brought our young and artless lovers together in the black twilight of the singularly awful and ominous evening which we have already described.
Connor, on reaching the appointed spot, sat down; but his impatience soon overcame him; and, while hurrying to and fro, under the alders, he asked himself in what was this wild but rapturous attachment to terminate? That the proud Bodagh, and his prouder wife, would never suffer their beautiful daughter, the heiress of all their wealth, to marry the son of Fardorougha, the miser, was an axiom, the truth of which pressed upon his heart with a deadly weight. On the other hand, would his father, or rather could he, change his nature so far as to establish him in life, provided Una and he were united without the consent of her parents? Alas! he knew his fathers parsimony too well; and, on either hand, he was met by difficulties that appeared to him to be insurmountable. But again came the delightful and ecstatic consciousness, that, let their parents act as they might, Unas heart and his were bound to each other by ties which, only to think of, was rapture. In the midst of these reflections, he heard her light foot approach, but with a step more slow and melancholy than he could have expected from the ardor of their love.
When she approached, the twilight was just sufficient to enable him to perceive that her face was pale, and tinged apparently with melancholy, if not with sorrow. After the first salutations were over, he was proceeding to inquire into the cause of her depression, when, to his utter surprise, she placed her hands upon her face, and burst into a fit of grief.
Those who have loved need not be told that the most delightful office of that delightful passion is to dry the tears of the beloved one who is dear to us beyond all else that life contains. Connor literally performed this office, and inquired, in a tone so soothing and full of sympathy, why she wept, that her tears for a while only flowed the faster. At length her grief abated, and she was able to reply to him.
You ask me why I am raying, said the fair young creature; but, indeed, I cannot tell you. There has been a sinking of the heart upon me during the greater part of this day. When I thought of our meeting I was delighted; but again some heaviness would come over me that I cant account for.
I know what it is, replied Connor, a very simple thing; merely the terrible calm an blackness of the evenin. I was sunk myself a little.
I ought to cry for a better reason, she returned. In meeting you I have done - an am doing - what I ought to be sorry for - that is, a wrong action that my conscience condemns.
There is nobody perfect, my dear Una, said Connor; an none without their failins; they have little to answer for that have no more than you.
Dont flatter me, she replied; if you love me as you say, never flatter me while you live; I will always speak what I feel, and I hope youll do the same.
If I could spake what I feel, said he, you would still say I flattered you - its not in the power of any words that ever were spoken, to tell how I love you - how much my heart an souls fixed upon you. Little you know, my own dear Una, how unhappy I am this minute, to see you in low spirits. What do you think is the occasion of it? Spake now, as you say you will do, that is, as you feel.
Except it be that my heart brought me to meet you tonight contrary to my conscience, I do not know. Connor, Connor, that heart is so strongly in your favor, that if you were not to be happy neither could its poor owner.
Connor for a moment looked into the future, but, like the face of the sky above him, all was either dark or stormy; his heart sank, but the tenderness expressed in Unas last words filled his whole soul with a vehement and burning passion, which he felt must regulate his destiny in life, whether for good or evil. He pulled her to his breast, on which he placed her head; she looked up fondly to him, and, perceiving that he wrought under some deep and powerful struggle, said in a low, confiding voice, whilst the tears once more ran quietly down her cheeks, Connor, what I said is true.
My hearts burnin - my hearts burnin! he exclaimed. Its not love I feel for you, Una - its more than love; oh, what is it - Una, Una, this I know, that I cannot live long without you, or from you; if I did, Id go wild or mad through the world. For the last three years you have never been out of my mind, I may say awake or asleep; for I believe a night never passed during that time that I didnt drame of you - of the beautiful young crature. Oh! God in heaven, can it be thrue that she loves me at last? Say them blessed words again, Una; oh, say them again! But Im too happy - I can hardly bear this delight.
It is true that I love you, and if our parents could think as we do, Connor, how easy it would be for them to make us happy, but -
Its too soon, Una; its too soon to spake of that. Happy! dont we love one another? Isnt that happiness? Who or what can deprive us of that? We are happy without them; we can be happy in spite of them; oh, my own fair girl! sweet, sweet life of my life, and heart of my heart! Heaven - heaven itself would be no heaven to me, if you werent with me!
Dont say that, Connor dear; its wrong. Let us not forget what is due to religion, if we expect our love to prosper. You may think this strange from one that has acted contrary to religion in coming to meet you against the will and knowledge of her parents; but beyond that, dear Connor, I hope I never will go. But is it true that youve loved me so long?
It is, said he; the second Sunday in May next was three years, I knelt opposite you at mass. You were on the left hand side of the altar, I was on the right; my eyes were never off you; indeed, you may remember it.
I have a good right, said she, blushing and hiding her face on his shoulder. I ought to be ashamed to acknowledge it, an me so young at the time; little more than sixteen. From that day to this, my story has been just your own. Connor, can you tell me how I found it out but I knew you loved me?
Many a thing was to tell you that, Una dear. Sure my eyes were never off you, whenever you wor near me; an wherever you were, there was I certain to be too. I never missed any public place if I thought you would be at it, an that merely for the sake of seein you. An, now will you tell me why it was that I could a sworn you lovd me?
You have answered for us both, she replied. As for me, if I only chance to hear your name mentioned my heart would beat; if the talk was about you I could listen to nothing else, and I often felt the color come and go on my cheek.
Una, I never thought I could be born to such happiness. Now that I know that you love me, I can hardly think that it was love I felt for you all along; its wonderful - its wonderful!
What is so wonderful? she inquired.
Why, the change that I feel since knowin that you love me; since I had it from your own lips, it has overcome me - Im a child - Im anything, anything you choose to make me; it was never love - its only since I found you loved me that my hearts burnin as it is.
Ill make you happyr if I can, she replied, and keep you so, I hope.
Theres one thing that will make me still happier than I am, said Connor.
What is it? If its proper and right Ill do it.
Promise me that if I live youll never marry any one else than me.
You wish then to have the promise all on one side, she replied with a smile and a blush, each as sweet as ever captivated a human heart.
No, no, no, my darling Una, acushla gra gal machree, no! I will promise the same to you.
She paused, and a silence of nearly a minute ensued.
I dont know that its right, Connor; I have taken one wrong step as it is, but, well as I love you, I wont take another; whatever I do I must feel that its proper. Im not sure that this is.
Dont you say you love me, Una?
I do; you know I do.
I have only another question to ask; could you, or would you, love me as you do, and marry another?
I could not, Connor, and would not, and will not. I am ready to promise; I may easily do it; for God knows the very thought of marrying another, or being deprived of you, is more than I can bear.
Well, then, returned her lover, seizing her hand, I take God to witness that, whilst you are alive an faithful to me, I will never marry any woman but yourself. Now, he continued, put your right hand into mine, and say the same words.
She did so, and was in the act of repeating the form, I take God to witness - when a vivid flash of lightning shot from the darkness above them, and a peal of thunder almost immediately followed, with an explosion so loud as nearly to stun both. Una started with terror, and instinctively withdrew her hand from Connors.
God preserve us! she exclaimed; thats awful. Connor, I feel as if the act I am goin to do is not right. Let us put it off at all events, till another time.
Is it because there comes an accidental brattle of thunder? he returned. Why, the thunder would come if we were never to change a promise. You have mine, now, Una dear, an Im sure you wouldnt wish me to be bound an yourself free. Dont be afraid, darling; give me your hand, an dont tremble so; repeat the words at wanst, an let it be over.
He again took her hand, when she repeated the form in a distinct, though feeble voice, observing, when it was concluded,
Now, Connor, I did this to satisfy you, but I still feel like one who has done a wrong action. I am yours now, but I cannot help praying to God that it may end happily for us both.
It must, darling Una - it must end happily for us both. How can it be otherwise? For my part, except to see you my wife, I couldnt be happier than I am this minute; exceptin that, my heart has all it wished for. Is it possible - Oh! is it possible that this is not a dream, my hearts life? But if it is - if it is - I never more will wish to waken.
Her young lover was deeply affected as he uttered these words, nor was Una proof against the emotion they produced.
I could pray to God, this moment, with a purer heart than I ever had before, he proceeded, for makin my lot in life so happy. I feel that I am better and freer from sin than I ever was yet. If were faithful and true to one another, what can the world do to us?
I couldnt be otherwise than faithful to you, she replied, without being unhappy myself; an I trust its no sin to love each other as we do. Now let us - God bless me, what a flash! and heres the rain beginning. That thunders dreadful; Heaven preserve us! Its an awful night! Connor, you must see me as far as the corner of the garden; as for you, I wish you were safe at home.
Hasten, dear, said he, hasten; its no night for you to be out in, now that the rains coming. As for me, if it was ten times as dreadful I wont feel it. Theres but one thought - one thought in my mind, and that I wouldnt part with for the wealth of the universe.
Both then proceeded at a quick puce until they reached the corner of Bodaghs garden, where, with brief but earnest reassurances of unalterable attachment, they took a tender and affectionate farewell.
It is not often that the higher ranks can appreciate the moral beauty of love as it is experienced by those humbler classes to whom they deny the power of feeling in its most refined and exalted character. For our parts we differ so much from them in this, that, if we wanted to give an illustration of that passion in its purest and most delicate state, we would not seek for it in the saloon or the drawing-room, but among the green fields and the smiling landscapes of rural life. The simplicity of humble hearts is more accordant with the unity of affection than any mind can be that is distracted by the competition of rival claims upon its gratification. We do not say that the votaries of rank and fashion are insensible to love; because, how much soever they may be conversant with the artificial and unreal, still they are human, and must, to a certain extent, be influenced by a principle that acts wherever it can find a heart on which to operate. We say, however, that their love, when contrasted with that which is felt by the humble peasantry, is languid and sickly; neither so pure, nor so simple, nor so intense. Its associations in high life are unfavorable to the growth of a healthy passion; for what is the glare of a lamp, a twirl through the insipid maze of the ball-room, or the unnatural distortions of the theatre, when compared to the rising of the summer sun, the singing of birds, the music of the streams, the joyous aspect of the varied landscape, the mountain, the valley, the lake, and a thousand other objects, each of which transmits to the peasants heart silently and imperceptibly that subtle power which at once strengthens and purifies the passion? There is scarcely such a thing as solitude in the upper ranks, nor an opportunity of keeping the feelings unwasted, and the energies of the heart unspent by the many vanities and petty pleasures with which fashion forces a compliance, until the mind falls from its natural dignity, into a habit of coldness and aversion to everything but the circle of empty trifles in which it moves so giddily. But the enamored youth who can retire to the beautiful solitude of the still glen to brood over the image of her he loves, and who, probably, sits under the very tree where his love was avowed and returned; he, we say, exalted with the fulness of his happiness, feels his heart go abroad in gladness upon the delighted objects that surround him, for everything that he looks upon is as a friend; his happy heart expands over the whole landscape; his eye glances to the sky; he thinks of the Almighty Being above him, and though without any capacity to analyze his own feelings - love - the love of some humble, plain but modest girl - kindles by degrees into the sanctity and rapture of religion.
Let not our readers of rank, then, if any such may honor our pages with a perusal, be at all surprised at the expression of Connor ODonovan when, under the ecstatic power of a love so pure and artless as that which bound his heart and Unas together, he exclaimed, as he did, Oh! I could pray to God this moment with a purer heart than I ever had before! Such a state of feeling among the people is neither rare nor anomalous; for, however, the great ones and the wise ones of the world may be startled at our assertion, we beg to assure them that love and religion are more nearly related to each other than those, who have never felt either in its truth and purity, can imagine.
As Connor performed his journey home, the thunder tempest passed fearfully through the sky; and, though the darkness was deep and unbroken by anything but the red flashes of lightning, yet, so strongly absorbed was his heart by the scene we have just related, that he arrived at his fathers house scarcely conscious of the roar of elements which surrounded him.
The family had retired to bed when he entered, with the exception of his parents, who, having felt uneasy at his disappearance, were anxiously awaiting his return, and entering into fruitless conjectures concerning the cause of an absence so unusual.
What, said the alarmed mother, what in the wide world could keep him so long out, and on sich a tempest as is in it? God protect my boy from all harm an danger, this fearful night! Oh, Fardorougha, what ud become of us if anything happened him? As for me - my hearts wrapped up in him; wid-out our darlin it ud break, break, Fardorougha.
Hut; hes gone to some neighbors an cant come out till the storm is over; hell soon be here now that the thunder an lightnins past.
But did you never think, Fardorougha, what ud become of you, or what youd do or how youd live, if anything happened him? which the Almighty forbid this night and forever! Could you live widout him?
The old man gazed upon her like one who felt displeasure at having a contingency so painful forced upon his consideration. Without making any reply, however, he looked thoughtfully into the fire for some time, after which he rose up, and, with a querulous and impatient voice, said,
Whats the use of thinkin about sich things? Lose him! why would I lose him? I couldnt lose him - Id as soon lose my own life - Id rather be dead at wanst than lose him.
God knows your love for him is a quare love, Fardorougha, rejoined the wife; you wouldnt give him a guinea if it ud save his life, or allow him even a few shillings now an then, for pocket-money, that he might be aquil to other young boys like him.
No use, no use in that, except to bring him into drink an other bad habits; a bad way, Honora, of showin ones love for him. If you had your will youd spoil him; Im keepin whatsomever little shillins weve scraped together to settle him dacently in life; but, indeed, thats time enough yet; hes too young to marry for some years to come, barrin he got a fortune.
Well, one thing, Fardorougha, if ever two people were blessed in a good son, praise be God we are that!
We are, Honor, we are; theres not his aquil in the parish - achora machree that he is. When Im gone hell know what Ive done for him.
Whin youre gone; why, Saver of arth, sure you wouldnt keep him out of his - husth! - here he is, God be thanked! poor boy hes safe. Oh, thin, vich no Hoiah, Connor jewel, were you out undher this terrible night?
Connor, avich machree, added the father, youre lost! My hand to you, if hes worth three hapuns; sthrip an throw my Cothamore about you, an draw in to the fire; youre fairly lost.
Im worth two lost people yet, said Connor, smiling; mother, did you ever see a pleasanter night?
Pleasant, Connor, darlin! Oh thin its you may say so, Im sure!
Father, youre a worthy - only your Cothamores too scimpt for me. Faith, mother, although you think Im jokin, the devil a one o me is; a pleasanter night - a happier night I never spent. Father, you ought to be proud o me, an stretch out a bit with the cash; faith, Im nothin else than a fine handsome young fellow.
Be me soul an he ought to be proud out of you, Connor, whether youre in arnest or not, observed the mother, an to stretch out wid the arrighad too if you want it.
Folly on, Connor, folly on! your motherll back you, Ill go bail, say what you will; but sure you know all I have must be yours yet, acushla.
Connor now sat down, and his mother stirred up the fire, on which she placed additional fuel. After a little time his manner changed, and a shade of deep gloom fell upon his manly and handsome features. I dont know, he at length proceeded, that, as we three are here together, I could do betther than ask your advice upon what has happened to me tonight.
Why, what has happened you, Connor? said the mother alarmed; plase God, no harm, I hope.
Who else, added the father, would you be guided by, if not by your mother an myself?
No harm, mother, dear, said Connor in reply to her; harm! Oh! mother, mother, if you knew it; an as for what you say, father, its right; what advice but my mothers an yours ought I to ask?
An Gods too, added the mother.
An my heart was nevir more ris to God than it was, an is this night, replied their ingenuous boy.
Well, but what has happened, Connor? said his father; if its anything where our advice can serve you, of coorse well advise you for the best.
Connor then, with a glowing heart, made them acquainted with the affection which subsisted between himself and Una OBrien, and ended by informing them of the vow of marriage which they had that night solemnly pledged to each other.
You both know her by sight, he added, an afther what Ive sed, can you blame me for sayin that I found this a pleasant and a happy night?
The affectionate mothers eyes filled with tears of pride and delight, on hearing that her handsome son was loved by the beautiful daughter of Bodagh Buie, and she could not help exclaiming, in the enthusiasm of the moment,
Shes a purty girl - the purtiest indeed I ever laid my two livin eyes upon, and by all accounts as good as shes purty; but I say that, face to face, youre as good, ay, an as handsome, Fardorougha, as she is. God bless her, any way, an mark her to grace and happiness, ma colleen dhas dhun.
Hes no match for her, said the father, who had listened with an earnest face, and compressed lips, to his sons narrative; hes no match for her - by four hundred guineas.
Honora, when he uttered the previous part of his observation, looked upon him with a flash of indignant astonishment; but when he had concluded, her countenance fell back into its original expression. It was evident that, while she, with the feelings of a woman and a mother, instituted a parallel between their personal merits alone, the husband viewed their attachment through that calculating spirit which had regulated his whole life.
Youre thinkin of her money now, she added; but remimber, Fardorougha, that it wasnt born wid her. An I hope, Connor, its not for her money that you have any grah for her?
You may swear that, mother; I love her little finger betther than all the money in the kings bank.
Connor, avich, your mother has made a fool of you, or you wouldnt spake the nonsense you spoke this minute.
My word to you, father, Ill take all the money Ill get; but what am I to do? Bodagh Buie an his wife will never consent to allow her to marry me, I can tell you; an if she marries me without their consent, you both know I have no way of supportin her, except you, father, assist me.
That wont be needful, Connor; you may manage them; they wont see her want; shes an only daughter; they couldnt see her want.
An isnt he an only son, Fardorougha? exclaimed the wife. An my sowl to happiness but I believe youd see him want.
Any way, replied her husband, Im not for matches against the consint of parents; theyre not lucky; or cant you run away wid her, an thin refuse marryin her except they come down wid the cash?
Oh, father! exclaimed Connor, father, father, to become a villain!
Connor, said his mother, rising up in a spirit of calm and mournful solemnity, never heed; go to bed, achora, go to bed.
Of coorse Ill never heed, mother, he replied; but I cant help sayin that, happy as I was awhile agone, my father is sendin me to bed with a heavy heart. When I asked your advice, father, little I thought it would be to do - but no matter; Ill never be guilty of an act that ud disgrace my name.
No, avillish, said his mother, you never will; God knows its as much an more than you an other people can do, to keep the name we have in decency.
Its fine talk, observed Fardorougha, but what I advise has been done by hundreds that wor married an happy afterwards; how-an-iver you neednt get into a passion, either of you; Im not pressin you, Connor, to it.
Connor, achree, said his mother, go to bed, an instead of the advice you got, ax Gods; go, avillish!
Connor, without making any further observation, sought his sleeping-room, where, having recommended himself to God, in earnest prayer, he lay revolving all that had occurred that night, until the gentle influence of sleep at length drew him into oblivion.
Now, said his mother to Fardorougha, when Connor had gone, you must sleep by yourself; for, as for me, my side Ill not stretch on the same bed wid you tonight.
Very well, I cant help that, said her husband; all I can say is this, that Im not able to put sinse or prudence into you or Connor; so, since you wont be guided by me, take your own coorse. Bodagh Buies very well able to provide for them - ; an if he wont do so before they marry, why let Connor have nothing to say to her.
Ill tell you what, Fardorougha, God wouldnt be in heaven, or youll get a cut heart yet, either through your son or your money; an that it may not be through my darlin boy, O, grant, sweet Saver o the earth, this night! Im goin to sleep wid Biddy Casey, an youll find a clane nightcap on the rail o the bed; an, Fardorougha, afore you put it an, kneel down an pray to God to change your heart - for it wants it - it wants it.
In Ireland the first object of a servant man, after entering the employment of his master, is to put himself upon an amicable footing with his fellow-servants of the other sex. Such a step, besides being natural in itself, is often taken in consequence of the esprit du corps which prevails among persons of that class. Bartle Flanagan, although he could not be said to act from any habit previously acquired in service, went to work with all the tact and adroitness of a veteran. The next morning, after having left the barn where he slept, he contrived to throw himself in the way of Biddy Duggan, a girl, who, though vain and simple, was at the same time conscientious and honest. On passing from the barn to the kitchen, he noticed her returning from the well with a pitcher of water in each hand, and as it is considered an act of civil attention for the male servant, if not otherwise employed, to assist the female in small, matters of the kind, so did Flanagan, in his best manner and kindest voice, bid her good-morning and offer to carry home the pitcher.
Its the least I may do, said he, now that Im your fellow-servant; but before you go farther, lay down your burden, an let us chat awhile.
Indeed, replied Biddy, its little we expected ever to see your fathers son goin to earn his bread undher another mans roof.
Pooh! Biddy! theres greater wondhers in the world than that, woman alive! But tell me - pooh - ay, is there a thousand quarer things - but I say, Biddy, how do you like to - live wid this family?
Why, troth indeed, only for the withered ould leprechaun himself, divil a dacenter people ever broke bread.
Yet, isnt it a wondher that the ould fellow is what he is, an he so full o money?
Troth, theres one thing myself wondhers at more than that.
What, Biddy? let us hear it.
Why, that you could be mane an shabby! enough to come as a sarvint to ate the bread of the man that ruined yees!
Biddy, replied Flanagan, Im glad! youve said it; but do you think that I have so bad a heart as too keep revinge in against an inimy? How could I go to my knees at night, if I - no, Biddy, we must be Christians. Well! let us drop that; so you tell me this mother an son are kind to you.
As good-hearted a pair as ever lived.
Connor, of course, cant but be very kind to so good-looking a girl as you are, Biddy, said Bartle, with a knowing smile.
Very kind! good-looking! ay, indeed, Im sure o that, Bartle; behave! an dont be gettin an wid any o your palavers. What ud make Connor be kind to the likes of me, that way?
I dont see why you oughtnt an mightnt - youre as good as him, if it goes to that.
Oh, yis, indeed!
Why, you know your handsome.
Handsome, replied the vain girl, tightening her apron-strings, and assuming a sly, coquettish look; Bartle, go an mind your business, and let me bring home my pitchers; its time the breakwist was down. Sich nonsense!
Very well, youre not, thin; youve a bad leg, a bad figure, an a bad face, an it would be a terrible thing all out for Connor ODonovan to fall in consate wid you.
Well, about Connor I could tell you something; - me! tut! go to the sarra; - faix, you dont know them that Connors afther, nor the collogin they all had about it no longer ago than last night itself. I suppose they thought I was asleep, but it was like the hares, wid my eyes open.
An its a pity, Biddy, ever the same two eyes should be shut. Begad, myself is beginning to feel quare somehow, when I look at them.
A glance of pretended incredulity was given in return, after which she proceeded -
Bartle, dont be bringin yourself to the fair wid sich folly. My eyes is jist as God made them; but I can tell you that before a month o Sundays passes, I wouldnt be surprised if you seen Connor married to - you wouldnt guess!
Not I; divil a haporth I know about who hes courtin.
No less than our great beauty, Bodagh Buies daughter, Una OBrien. Now, Bartle, for goodness sake, dont let this cross your lips to a livin mortal. Sure I heard him tellin all to the father and mother last night - theyre promised to one another. Eh! blessed saints, Bartle, what ails you? youre as white as a sheet. Whats wrong? and what did you start for?
Nothin, replied Flanagan, coolly, but a stitch in my side. Im subject to that - it pains me very much while it lasts, and laves me face, as you say, the color of dimity; but about Connor, upon my throth, Im main proud to hear it; shes a purty girl, an besides hell have a fortune thatll make a man of him. I am, in throth, heart proud to hear it. Its a pity Connors father isnt as dacent as himself. Arrah, Biddy, where does the ould codger keep his money?
Little of it in the house any way - sure, whenever he scrapes a guinea together hes away wid it to the county - county - och, that countryman that keeps the money for the people.
The treasurer; well, much good may his thrash do him, Biddy, thats the worst I wish him. Come now and Ill lave your pitchers at home, and remember you owe me something for this.
Good will, I hope.
That for one thing, he replied, as they went along; but well talk more about it when we have time; and Ill thin tell you the truth about what brought me to hire wid Fardorougha Donovan.
Having thus excited that most active principle called female curiosity, both entered the kitchen, where they found Connor and his mother in close and apparently confidential conversation - Fardorougha himself having as usual been abroad upon his farm for upwards of an hour before any of them had risen.
The feelings with which they met that morning at breakfast may be easily understood by our readers without much assistance of ours. On the part of Fardorougha there was a narrow, selfish sense of exultation, if not triumph, at the chance that lay before his son of being able to settle himself independently in life, without the necessity of making any demand upon the hundreds which lay so safely in the keeping of the County Treasurer. His sordid soul was too deeply imbued with the love of money to perceive that what he had hitherto looked upon as a proof of parental affection and foresight, was nothing more than a fallacy by which he was led day after day farther into his prevailing vice. In other words, now that love for his son, and the hope of seeing him occupy a respectable station in society, ought to have justified the reasoning by which he had suffered himself to be guided, it was apparent that the prudence which he had still considered to be his duty as a kind parent, was nothing else than a mask for his own avarice. The idea, therefore, of seeing Connor settled without any aid from himself, filled his whole soul with a wild, hard satisfaction, which gave him as much delight as perhaps he was capable of enjoying. The advice offered to his son on the preceding night appeared to him a matter so reasonable in itself, and the opportunity offered by Unas attachment so well adapted for making it an instrument to work upon the affections of her parents, that he could not for the life of him perceive why they should entertain any rational objection against it.
The warm-hearted mother participated so largely in all that affected the happiness of her son, that, if we allow for the difference of sex and position, we might describe their feelings as bearing, in the character of their simple and vivid enjoyment, a very remarkable resemblance. This amiable womans affection for Connor was reflected upon Una OBrien, whom she now most tenderly loved, not because the fair girl was beautiful, but because she had plighted her troth to that Son who had been during his whole life her own solace and delight.
No sooner was the morning meal concluded, and the servants engaged at their respective employments, than Honor, acting probably under Connors suggestion, resolved at once to ascertain whether her husband could so far overcome his parsimony as to establish their son and Una in life; that is, in the event of Unas parents opposing their marriage, and declining to render them any assistance. With this object in view, she told him, as he was throwing his great-coat over his shoulders, in order to proceed to the fields, that she wished to speak to him upon a matter of deep importance.
What is it? said Fardorougha, with a hesitating shrug, what is it? This is ever an always the way when you want money; but I tell you I have no money. You wor born to waste and extravagance, Honor, an theres no curin you. What is it you want? an let me go about my business.
Throw that ould threadbare Cothamore off o you, replied Honor, and beg of God to give you grace to sit down, an have common feeling and common sense.
If its money to get cloes either for yourself or Connor, theres no use in it. I neednt sit; you dont want a stitch, either of you.
Honor, without more ado, seized the coat, and, flinging it aside, pushed him over to a seat on which she forced him to sit down.
As heavens above me, she exclaimed, I dunna what come over you at all, at all. Your money, your thrash, your dirt an filth, ever, ever, an for evermore in your thought, heart and sowl. Oh, Chierna! to think of it, an you know there is a God above you, an that you must meet Him, an that widout your money too!
Ay, ay, the moneys what you want to come at; but Ill not sit here to be hecthord. What is it, I say again, you want?
Fardorougha ahagur, continued the wife, checking herself, and addressing him in a kind and affectionate voice, maybe I was spakin too harsh to you, but sure it was an is for your own good. How an ever, Ill thry kindness, and if you have a heart at all, you cant but show it when you hear what Im goin to say.
Well, well, go an, replied the pertinacious husband; but - money - ay, ay, is there. I feel, by the way youre comin about me, that there is money at the bottom of it.
The wife raised her hands and eyes to heaven, shook her head, and after a slight pause, in which she appeared to consider her appeal a hopeless one, she at length went on in an earnest but subdued and desponding spirit -
Fardorougha, the times now come that will show the world whether you love Connor or not.
I dont care a pin about the world; you an Connor know well enough that I love him.
Love for ones child doesnt come out merely in words, Fardorougha; actin for their benefit shows it better than spakin. Dont you grant that?
Very well, may be I do, and again may be I dont; theres times when the ones better than the other; but go an; may be I do grant it.
Now tell me where in this parish, ay, or in the next five parishes to it, youd find sich a boy for a father or mother to be proud out of, as Connor, your own darlin as you often cau him?
Divil a one, Honor; damnho to the one; I wont differ wid you in that.
You wont differ wid me! the divil thank you for that. You wont indeed! but could you, I say, if you wor willin?
I tell you I could not.
Now theres sinse an kindness in that. Very well, you say youre gatherin up all the money you can for him.
For him - him, exclaimed the unconscious miser, why, what do you mane - for - well - ay - yes, yes, I did say for him; its for him Im keeping it - it is, I tell you.
Now, Fardorougha, you know hes ould enough to be settled in life on his own account, an you heard last night the girl he can get, if you stand to him, as he ought to expect from a father that loves him.
Why, last night, thin, didnt I give my -
Whist, ahagur! hould your tongue awhile, and let me go on. Thruths best - he dotes on that girl to such a degree, that if he doesnt get her, hell never see another happy day while hes alive.
All feasthalagh, Honor - that wont pass wid me; I know otherwise myself. Do you think that if I hadnt got you, Id been unhappy four-an-twenty hours, let alone my whole life? I tell you thats feasthalagh, an wont pass. He wouldnt eat an ounce the less if he was never to get her. You seen the breakfast he made this mornin; I didnt begrudge it to him, but may I never stir if that Flanagan wouldnt ate a horse behind the saddle; he has a stomach thatd require a kings ransom to keep it.
You know nothing of what Im spakin about, replied his wife. I wasnt Una dhas dhun OBrien in my best days; an be the vestment, you warnt Connor, that has more feelin, an spirit, an generosity in the nail of his little finger than ever you had in your whole carcass. I tell you if he doesnt get married to that girl hell break his heart. Now how can he marry her except you take a good farm for him, and stock it dacently, so that he may have a home sich as she desarves to bring her to?
How do you know but theyll give her a fortune when they find her bent on him?
Why, its not unpossible, said the wife, immediately changing her tactics, its not impossible, but I can tell you its very unlikely.
The best way, then, in my opinion, ud be to spake to Connor about breaking it to the family.
Why, thats fair enough, said the wife. I wondher myself I didnt think of it, but the time was so short since last night.
It is short, replied the miser, far an away too short to expect any one to make up their mind about it. Let them not be rash themselves aither, for I tell you that when people marry in haste, theyre apt to have time enough to repint at laysure.
Well, but Fardorougha acushla, now hear me, throth its thruth and sinse what you say; but still, avourneen, listen; now set in case that the Bodagh and his wife dont consint to their marriage, or to do anything for them, wont you take them a farm and stock it bravely? Think of poor Connor, the darlin fine fellow that he is. Oh, thin, Saver above, but its he id go to the well o the worlds end to ase you, if your little finger only ached. He would, or for myself, and yet his own father to trate him wid sich -
It was in vain she attempted to proceed; the subject was one in which her heart felt too deep an interest to be discussed without tears. A brief silence ensued, during which Fardorougha moved uneasily on his seat, took the tongs, and mechanically mended the fire, and, peering at his wife with a countenance twitched as if by tic douloureux, stared round the house with a kind of stupid wonder, rose up, then sat instantly down, and in fact exhibited many of those unintelligible and uncouth movements, which, in person of his cast, may be properly termed the hieroglyphics of human action, under feelings that cannot be deciphered either by those on whom they operate, or by those who witness them.
Yes, said he, Connor is all you say, an more - an more - an - an - a rash act is the worst thing he could do. Its betther, Honor, to spake to him as I sed, about lettin the matther be known to Unas family out of hand.
And thin, if they refuse, you can show them a ginerous example, by puttin them into a dacent farm. Will you promise me that, Fardorougha? If you do, alls right, for theyre not livin that ever knew you to braak your word or your promise.
Ill make no promise, Honor; Ill make no promise; but let the other plan be tried first. Now dont be pressin me; he is a noble boy, and would, as you say, thravel round the earth to keep my little finger from pain; but let me alone about it now - let me alone about it.
This, though slight encouragement, was still, in Honors opinion, quite as much as, if not more, than she expected. Without pressing him, therefore, too strongly at that moment, she contented herself with a full-length portrait of their son, drawn with all the skill of a mother who knew, if her husbands heart could be touched at all, those points at which she stood the greatest chance of finding it accessible.
For a few days after this the subject of Connors love was permitted to lie undebated, in the earnest hope that Fardoroughas heart might have caught some slight spark of natural affection from the conversation which had taken place between him and Honor. They waited, consequently, with patience for some manifestation on his part of a better feeling, and flattered themselves that his silence proceeded from the struggle which they knew a man of his disposition must necessarily feel in working up his mind to any act requiring him to part with that which he loved better than life, his money. The ardent temperament of Connor, however, could ill brook the pulseless indifference of the old man; with much difficulty, therefore, was he induced to wait a whole week for the issue, though sustained by the mothers assurance, that, in consequence of the impression left on her by their last conversation, she was certain the father, if not urged beyond his wish, would declare himself willing to provide for them. A week, however, elapsed, and Fardorougha moved on in the same hard and insensible spirit which was usual to him, wholly engrossed by money, and never, either directly or indirectly, appearing to remember that the happiness and welfare of his son were at stake, or depending upon the determination to which he might come.
Another half week passed, during which Connor had made two unsuccessful attempts to see Una, in order that some fixed plan of intercourse might be established between them, at least until his fathers ultimate resolution on the subject proposed to him should be known. He now felt deeply distressed, and regretted that the ardor of his attachment had so far borne him away during their last meeting, that he had forgotten to concert measures with Una for their future interviews.
He had often watched about her fathers premises from a little before twilight until the whole family had gone to bed, yet without any chance either of conversing with her, or of letting her know that he was in the neighborhood. He had gone to chapel, too, with the hope of seeing her, or snatching a hasty opportunity of exchanging a word or two, if possible; but to his astonishment she had not attended mass - an omission of duty of which she had not been guilty for the last three years. What, therefore, was to be done? For him to be detected lurking about the Bodaghs house might create suspicion, especially after their interview in the garden, which very probably had, through the officiousness of the servants, been communicated to her parents. In a matter of such difficulty he bethought him of a confidant, and the person to whom the necessity of the ease directed him was Bartle Flanagan. Bartle, indeed, ever since he entered into his fathers service, had gained rapidly upon Connors good will, and on one or two occasions well-nigh succeeded in drawing from him a history of the mutual attachment which subsisted between him and Una. His good humor, easy language, and apparent friendship for young ODonovan, together with his natural readiness of address, or, if you will, of manner, all marked him out as admirably qualified to act as a confidant in a matter which required the very tact and talent he possessed.
Poor fellow, thought Connor to himself, it will make him feel more like one of the family than a servant. If he can think that hes trated as my friend and companion, he may forget that hes ating the bread of the very man that drove him an his to destruction. Ay, an if were married, Im not sure but Ill have him to give me away too.
This resolution of permitting Flanagan to share his confidence had been come to by Connor upon the day subsequent to that on which he had last tried to see Una. After his return home, disappointment on one hand, and his anxiety concerning his fathers liberality on the other, together with the delight arising from the certainty of being beloved, all kept his mind in a tumult, and permitted him to sleep but little. The next day he decided on admitting Bartle to his confidence, and reposing this solemn trust to his integrity. He was lying on his back in the meadow - for they had been ricking the hay from the lapcocks - when that delicious languor which arises from the three greatest provocatives to slumber, want of rest, fatigue, and heat, so utterly overcame him, that, forgetting his love, and all the anxiety arising from it, he fell into a dreamless and profound sleep.
From this state he was aroused after about an hour by the pressure of something sharp and painful against his side, near the region of the heart, and on looking up, he discovered Bartle Flanagan standing over him with pitchfork in his hand, one end of which was pressed against his breast, as if he had been in the act of driving it forward into his body. His face was pale, his dark brows frightfully contracted, and his teeth apparently set together, as if working over some fearful determination. When Connor awoke, Flanagan broke out into a laugh that no language could describe. The character of mirth which he wished to throw into his face, jarred so terrifically with his demoniacal expression when first seen by Connor, that, even unsuspecting as he was, he started up with alarm, and asked Flanagan what was the matter. Flanagan, however, laughed on - peal after peal succeeded - he tossed the pitchfork aside, and, clapping both his hands upon his face, continued the paroxysms until he recovered his composure.
Oh, said he, Im sick, Im as wake as a child wid laughin; but, Lord bless us, after all, Connor, what is a mans life worth whin he has an enemy near him? There was I, ticklin you wid the pitchfork, strivin to waken you, and one inch of it would have baked your bread for life. Didnt you feel me, Connor?
Divil a bit, till the minute before I ris.
Then the divil a purtier jig you ever danced in your life; wait till I show you how your left toe wint.
He accordingly lay down and illustrated the pretended action, after which he burst out into another uncontrollable fit of mirth.
Twas just for all the world, said he, as if I had tied a string to your toe, for you groaned an grunted, an went on like I dunna what; but, Connor, what makes you so sleepy today as well as on Monday last?
Thats the very thing, replied the unsuspicious and candid young man, that I wanted to spake to you about.
What! about sleepin in the meadows?
Divil a bit o that, Bartle, not a morsel of sleepin in the meadows is consarned in what Im goin to mintion to you. Bartle, didnt you tell me, the day you hired wid my father, that you wor in love?
I did, Connor, I did.
Well, so am I; but do you know who Im in love with?
How the divil, man, could I?
Well, no swerin, Bartle; keep the commandments, my boy. Ill tell you in the mane time, an thats more than you did me, you close-mouth-is-a-sign-of-a-wise-head spalpeen!
Did you ever hear tell of one Colleen dhas dhun as shes called, known by the name Una or Oona OBrien, daughter to one Bodagh Buie OBrien, the richest man, barin a born gentleman, in the three parishes?
All very fair, Connor, for you or any one else to be in love wid her - ay, man alive, for myself, if it goes to that - but, but, Connor, avouchal, are you sure that sure youll bring her to be in love wid you?
Bartle, said Connor, seriously and after a sudden change in his whole manner, in this business Im goin to trate you as a friend, and a brother. She loves me, Bartle, and a solemn promise of marriage has passed between us.
Connor, said Bartle, its wondherful, its wondherful! you couldnt believe what a fool I am - fool! no, but a faint-hearted, cowardly villain.
What do you mane, Bartle? what the dickens are you drivin at!
Driven at! whenever I happen to have an opportunity of makin a drive that id - but! Im talkin balderdash. Do you see here, Connor, said he, putting his hand to his neck, do you see here?
To be sure I do. Well, what about there?
Be my sowl, Im very careful of - but! - sure I may as well tell you the whole truth - I sed I was in love; well, man, that was thrue, an, he added in a low, pithy whisper, I was near - no, Connor, I wont but go an; its enough for you to know that I was an am in love, an that itll go hard wid me if ever any one else is married to the girl Im in love wid. Now that my business is past, let me hear yours, poor fellow, an Im devilish glad to know, Connor, that - that - why, tunder an ouns, that youre not as I am. Be the crass that saved us, Connor, Im glad of that!
Why, love will set you mad, Bartle, if you dont take care of yourself; an, faith, I dunna but it may do the same with myself, if Im disappointed. However, the truth is, you must sarve me in this business. I struv to see her twiste, but couldnt, an Im afraid of bein seen spyin about their place.
The truth is, Connor, you want to make me a go-between - a blackfoot; very well, Ill do that same on your account, an do it well, too, I hope.
It was then arranged that Flanagan, who was personally known to some of the Bodaglis servants, should avail himself of that circumstance, and contrive to gain an interview with Una, in order to convey her a letter from ODonovan. He was further enjoined by no means to commit it to the hands of any person save those of Una herself, and, in the event of his not being able to see her, then the letter was to be returned to Connor. If he succeeded, however, in delivering it, he was to await an answer, provided she found an opportunity of sending one; if not, she was to inform Connor, through Flanagan, at what time and place he could see her. This arrangement having been made, Connor immediately wrote the letter, and, after having despatched Flanagan upon his errand, set himself to perform, by his individual labor, the task which his father had portioned out for both. Ere Bartles return, Fardorougha came to inspect their progress in the meadow, and, on finding that the servant was absent, he inquired sharply into the cause of it.
Hes gone on a message for me, replied Connor, with the utmost frankness.
But thats a bad way for him to mind his business, said the father.
Ill have the task that you set both of us finished, replied the son, so that youll lose nothin by his absence, at all events.
Its wrong, Connor, its wrong; where did you sind him to?
To Bodagh Buies wid a letter to Una.
Its a waste of time, an a loss of work; about that business I have something to say to your mother an you tonight, afther the supper, when the rest goes to bed.
I hope, father,youll do the dacent thing still.
No; but I hope, son, youll do the wise thing still; how-an-ever let me alone now; if you expect me to do anything, you mustnt drive me as your mother does. To-night well make up a plan thatll outdo Bodagh Buie. Before you come home, Connor, throw a stone or two in that gap, to prevent the cows from gettin into the hay; it wont cost you much throuble. But, Connor, did you ever see sich a gut as Bartle has? Hell brake me out o house an home feedin him; he has a stomach for ten-penny-nails; be my word it ud be a charity to give him a dose of oak bark to make him dacent; hes a divil at aitin, an little good may it do him!
The hour of supper arrived without Bartles returning, and Connors impatience began to overcome him, when Fardorougha, for the first time, introduced the subject which lay nearest his sons heart.
Connor, he began, Ive been thinkin of this affair with Una OBrien; an in my opinion theres but one way out of it; but if youre a fool an stand in your own light, its not my fault.
What is the way, father? inquired Connor.
The very same I tould your mother an you before - run away wid her - I mane make a runaway match of it - then refuse to marry her unless they come down wid the money. You know afther runnin away wid you nobody else ever would marry her; so that rather than see their child disgraced, never fear but theyll pay down on the nail, or maybe bring you both to live wid em.
My sowl to glory, Fardorougha, said the wife, but youre a bigger an cunninner ould rogue than I ever took you for! By the scapular upon me, if I had known how youd turn out, the sorra carry the ring ever youd put on my finger!
Father, said Connor, I must be disobedient to you in this at all events. Its plain youll do nothing for us; so theres no use in sayin anything more about it. I have no manes of supportin her, an I swear Ill never bring her to poverty. If I had money to carry me, Id go to America an thry my fortune there; but I have not. Father, its too hard that you should stand in my way when you could so easily make me happy. Who have you sich a right to assist as your son - your only son, an your only child too?
This was spoken in a tone of respect and sorrow at once impressive and affectionate. His fine features were touched with something beyond sadness or regret, and, as the tears stood in his eyes, it was easy to see that he felt much more deeply for his fathers want of principle than for anything connected with his own hopes and prospects. In fact, the tears that rolled silently down his cheeks were the tears of shame and sorrow for a parent who could thus school him to an act of such unparalleled baseness. As it was, the genius of the miser felt rebuked by the natural delicacy and honor of his son; the old man therefore shrunk back abashed, confused, and moved at the words which he had heard - simple and inoffensive though they were.
Fardorougha, said the wife, wiping her eyes, that were kindling into indignation, were now married goin an -
I think, mother, said Connor, the less we say about it now the better - with my own good will Ill never speak on the subject.
Youre right, avourneen, replied the mother; youre right; Ill say nothing - God sees its no use.
What would you have me do? said the old man, rising and walking about in unusual distress and agitation; you dont know me - I cant do it - I cant do it. You say, Honor, I dont care about him - Id give him my blood - Id give him my blood to save a hair of his head. My life an happiness depinds on him; but who knows how he an his wife might mismanage that money if they got it - both young an foolish? It wasnt for nothing it came into my mind what Im afeard will happen to me yet.
And what was that, Fardorougha? asked the wife.
Sich foreknowledge doesnt come for nothing, Honor. Ive had it an felt it hangin over me this many a long day, that Id come to starvation yit; an I see, that if you force me to do as you wish, that it ill happen. Im as sure of it as that I stand before you. Im an unfortunate man wid sich a fate before me; an yet Id shed my blood for my boy - I would, an he ought to know that I would; but he wouldnt ax me to starve for him - would you, Connor, avick machree, would you ax your father to starve? Im unhappy - unhappy - an my hearts breakin!
The old mans voice failed him as he uttered the last words; for the conflict which he felt evidently convulsed his whole frame. He wiped his eyes, and, again sitting down, he wept bitterly and in silence, for many minutes.
A look of surprise, compassion, and deep distress passed between Connor and his mother. The latter also was very much affected, and said,
Fardorougha, dear, maybe I spake sometimes too cross to you; but if I do, God above knows its not that I bear you ill will, but bekase Im troubled about poor Connor. But I hope I wont spake angry to you again; at all events, if I do, renumber its only the mother pladin for her son - the only son an child that God was plazed to sind her.
Father, added Connor, also deeply moved, dont distress yourself about me - dont, father dear. Let things take their chance; but come or go what will, any good fortune that might happen me wouldnt be sweet if it came by givin you a sore heart.
At this moment the barking of the dog gave notice of approaching footsteps; and in a few moments the careless whistle of Bartle Flanagan was heard within a few yards of the door.
This is Bartle, said Connor; maybe, father, his answer may throw some light upon the business. At any rate, theres no secret in it; well all hear what news he brings us.
He had scarcely concluded when the latch was lifted, but Bartle could not enter.
Its locked and bolted, said Fardorougha; as he sleeps in the barn I forgot that he was to come in here any more tonight - open it, Connor.
For the sake of all the money you keep in the house, father, said Connor, smiling, its hardly worth your while to be so timorous; but God help the county treasurer if he forgot to bar his door - Asy, Bartle, Im openin it.
Flanagan immediately entered, and, with all the importance of a confidant, took his seat at the fire.
Well, Bartle, said Connor, what news?
Let the boy get his supper first, said Honor; Bartle, you must be starved wid hunger.
Faith, Im middlin well, I thank you, that same way, replied Bartle; divil a one o me buts as ripe for my supper as a July cherry; an wid the blessin o Heaven upon my endayvors Ill soon show you what good execution is.
A deep groan from Fardorougha gave back a fearful echo to the truth of this formidable annunciation.
Arent you well, Fardorougha? asked Bartle.
Throth Im not, Bartle; never was more uncomfortable in my life.
Flanagan immediately commenced his supper, which consisted of flummery and new milk - a luxury among the lower ranks which might create envy in an epicure. As he advanced in the work of destruction, the gray eye of Fardorougha, which followed every spoonful that entered his mouth, scintillated like that of a cat when rubbed down the back, though from a directly opposite feeling. He turned and twisted on the chair, and looked from his wife to his son, then turned up his eyes, and appeared to feel as if a dagger entered his heart with every additional dig of Bartles spoon into the flummery. The son and wife smiled at each other; for they could enjoy those petty sufferings of Fardorougha with a great deal of good-humor.
Bartle, said Connor, whats the news?
Divil a word worth telling; at laste that I can hear.
I mane from Bodagh Buies.
Bartle stared at him; Bodagh Buies! - what do I know about Bodagh Buie? are you ravin?
Bartle, said Connor, smiling, my father and mother knows all about it - an about your going to Una with the letter. I have no secrets from them.
Hoot toot! Thats a horse of another color; but you wouldnt have me, widout knowin as much, to go to betray trust. In the mane time, I may as well finish my supper before I begin to tell you what-som-ever I happen to know about it.
Another deep groan from Fardorougha followed the last observation.
At length the work of demolition ceased, and after Honor had put past the empty dish, Bartle, having wiped his mouth, and uttered a hiccup or two, thus commenced to dole out his intelligence: -
Whin I wint to the Bodaghs, said Bartle, it was wid great schamin an throuble I got a sight of Miss Una at all, in regard of - (hiccup) - in regard of her not knowin that there was any sich message for her - (hiccup). But happenin to know Sally Laffan, I made bould to go into the kitchen to ax, you know, how was her aunts family up in Skelgy, when who should I find before me in it but Sally an Miss Una - (hiccup). (Saver of earth this night! from Fardorougha.) Of coorse I shook hands wid her - wid Sally, I mane; an, Sally, says I, I was sent in wid a message from the masther to you; hes in the haggard an wants you. So, begad, on - (hiccup) out she goes, an the coast bein clear, Miss Una, says I, heres a scrap of a letther from Misther Connor ODonovan; read it, and if you can write him an answer, do; if you havent time say whatever you have to say by me. She go - (hiccup) she got all colors when I handed it to her; an run away, sayin to me, wait for a while, an dont go till I see you. In a minute or two Sally comes in agin as mad as the dickens wid me, The curse o the crows an you! says she, why did you make me run a fools erran for no rason? The masther wasnt in the haggard, an didnt want me good or bad.
Bartle, said the impatient lover, pass all that over for the present, an let us know the answer, if she sent any.
Sent any! be my sowl, she did so! Afther readin your letther, an findin that she could depind on me, she said that for fear of any remarks bein made about my waitin, espishally as I live at present in this family, it would be better she thought to answer it by word o mouth. Tell him, said she, that I didnt think he wa - (hiccup) (Queen o heaven!) was so dull an ignorant o the customs of the country, as not to know that whin young people want to see one another they stay away from mass wid an expectation that - begad, I disremimber exactly her own words; but it was as much as to say that she staid at home on last Sunday expectin to see you.
Well, but Bartle, what else? - short an sweet, man.
Why, shell meet you on next Thursday night, God willin, in the same place; an whin I axed her where, she said you knew it yourself.
An is that all?
No, its not all; she sed it ud be better to mention the thing to her father. Afther thinkin it over she says, as your father has the na - (hiccup) (Saints above!) the name of being so rich, she doesnt know if a friend ud interfere but his consint might be got; an thats all I have to say about it, barrin that shes a very purty girl, an Id advise you not to be too sure of her yet, Bartle. So now Im for the barn - Good night, Far - (hiccup) (at my cost, you do it!) Fardorougha.
He rose and proceeded to his sleeping-place in the barn, whither Connor, who was struck by his manner, accompanied him.
Bartle, said ODonovan, did you take anything since I saw you last?
Only a share of two naggins wid my brother Antony at Peggy Finigans.
I noticed it upon you, observed Connor; but I dont think they did.
An if they did, too, its not high thrason, I hope.
No; but, Bartle, Im obliged to you. Youve acted as a friend to me, an I wont forget it to you.
An Im so much obliged to you, Connor, that Ill remimber your employin me in this the longest day I have to live. But, Connor?
Well, Bartle.
Id take the sacrament, that, after all, a ring youll never put on her.
And what makes you think so, Bartle?
I dont - I do - (hiccup) dont know; but somehow something or another tells it to me that you wont; others is fond of her, I suppose, as well as yourself; and of coorse theyll stand betune you.
Ay, but Im sure of her.
But youre not; wait till I see you man and wife, an thin Ill say so. Heres myself, Bartle, is in love, an dhough I dont expect ever the girl will or would marry me, be the crass of heaven, no other man will have her. Now, how do you know but you may have some one like me - like me, Connor, to stand against you?
Bartle, said Connor, laughing, your heads a little moidherd; give me your hand; whish! the devil take you, man! dont wring my fingers off. Say your prayers, Bartle, an go to sleep. I say agin I wont forget your kindness to me this night.
Flanagan had now deposited himself upon his straw bed, and, after having tugged the bedclothes about him, said, in the relaxed, indolent voice of a man about to sleep,
Good night, Connor; throth my heads a little soft tonight - good night.
Good night, Bartle.
Connor?
Well?
Didnt I stand to you tonight? Very well - goo - (hiccup) good night.
On Connors return, a serious conclave was held upon the best mode of procedure in a manner which presented difficulties that appeared to be insurmountable. The father, seizing upon the advice transmitted by Una herself, as that which he had already suggested, insisted that the most judicious course was to propose for her openly, and without appearing to feel that there was any inferiority on the part of Connor.
If they talk about wealth, Connor, said he, say that you are my son, an that - that - no - no - Im too poor for such a boast, but say that you will be able to take good care of anything you get.
At this moment the door, which Connor had not bolted, as his father would have done, opened, and Bartle, wrapped in the treble folds of a winnow-cloth, made a distant appearance.
Beg pardon, Connor; I forgot to say that Unas brother, the young priest out o Maynooth, will be at home from his uncles, where it appears he is at present; an Miss Una would wish that the proposal ud be made while hes at his fathers. She says hell stand her friend, come or go what will. I forgot, begad, to mintion it before - so beg pardon, an wishes you all good-night!
This information tended to confirm them in the course recommended by Fardorougha. It was accordingly resolved upon that he (Fardorougha) himself should wait upon Bodagh Buie, and in the name of his son formally propose for the hand of his daughter.
To effect this, however, was a matter of no ordinary difficulty, as they apprehended that the Bodagh and his wife would recoil with indignation at the bare notion of even condescending to discuss a topic which, in all probability, they would consider as an insult. Not, after all, that there existed, according to the opinion of their neighbors, such a vast disparity in the wealth of each; on the contrary, many were heard to assert, that of the two Fardorougha had the heavier purse. His character, however, was held in such abhorrence by all who knew him, and he ranked, in point of personal respectability and style of living, so far beneath the Bodagh, that we question if any ordinary occurrence could be supposed to fall upon the people with greater amazement than a marriage, or the report of a marriage, between any member of the two families. The ODonovans felt, however, that it was better to make the experiment already agreed on, than longer to remain in a state of uncertainty about it. Should it fail, the position of the lovers, though perhaps rendered somewhat less secure, would be such as to suggest, as far as they themselves were concerned, the necessity of a more prompt and effectual course of action. Fardorougha expressed his intention of opening the matter on the following day; but his wife, with a better knowledge of female character, deemed it more judicious to defer it until after the interview which was to take place between Connor and Una on the succeeding Thursday. It might be better, for instance, to make the proposal first to Mrs. OBrien herself, or, on the other hand, to the Bodagh; but touching that and other matters relating to what was proposed to be done, Unas opinion and advice might be necessary.
Little passed, therefore, worthy of note, during the intermediate time, except a short conversation between Bartle and Connor on the following day, as they returned to the field from dinner.
Bartle, said the other, you wor a little soft last night; or rather a good deal so.
Faith, no doubt o that - but when a man meets an old acquaintance or two, they dont like to refuse a thrate. I fell in wid three or four boys - all friends o mine, an we had a sup on account o whats expected.
As he uttered these words, he looked at Connor with an eye which seemed to say - you are not in a certain secret with which I am acquainted.
Why, replied Connor, what do you mane, Bartle? I thought you were with your brother - at laste you tould me so.
Flanagan started on hearing this.
Wid my brother, said he - why, I - I - what else could I tell you? He was along wid the boys when I met them.
Took a sup on account o whats expected! - an whats the manino that, Bartle?
Why, what would it mane - but - but - your marriage?
An thunder an fury? exclaimed Connor, his eyes gleaming; did you go to betray trust, an mintion Unas name an mine, afther what I tould you?
Dont be foolish, Connor, replied Flanagan; is it mad youd have me to be? I said there was something expected soon, that ud surprise them; and when they axed me what it was - honor bright! I gave them a knowin wink, but said notion. Eh! was that breakin trust? Arrah, be me sowl, Connor, you dont trate me well by the words you spoke this blessed minute.
An how does it come, Bartle, my boy, that you had one story last night, an another today?
Faix, very aisily, bekase I forget what I sed last night - for sure enough I was more cut than you thought - but didnt I keep it well in before the ould couple?
You did fairly enough; I grant that - but the moment you got into the barn a blind man could see it.
Bekase I didnt care a button wanst I escaped from the eye of your father; anyhow, bad luck to it for whiskey; I have a murdherin big heddick all day afther it.
Its a bad weed, Bartle, and the less a man has to do with it, the less hell be throubled afther wid a sore head or a sore conscience.
Connor, divil a one, but youre the moral of a good boy; I dunna a fault you have but one.
Come, let us hear it.
Ill tell you some day, but not now, not now - but I will tell you - an Ill let you know the raison thin that I dont mintion it now; in the mane time Ill sit down an take a smoke.
A smoke! why, I never knew you smoked.
Nor I, myself, till last night. This tindher-box I was made a present of to light my pipe, when not near a coal. Begad, now that I think of it, I suppose it was smokin that knocked me up so much last night, an mide my head so sick today.
It helped it, Ill engage; if you will take my advice, its a custom you wont larn.
I have a good deal to throuble me, Connor; you know I have; an what we are brought down to now; I have more nor youd believe to think of; as much, any way, asll make this box an steel useful, I hope, when Im frettin.
Flanagan spoke truth, in assuring Connor that the apology given for his intoxication on the preceding night had escaped his memory. It was fortunate for him, indeed, that ODonovan, like all candid and ingenuous persons, was utterly devoid of suspicion, otherwise he might have perceived, by the discrepancy in the two accounts, as well as by Flanagans confusion, that he was a person in whom it might not be prudent to entrust much confidence.
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