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 VI |
TO THOSE whose minds and bodies are of active habits, there can be scarcely anything more trying than a position in which the latter is deprived of its usual occupation, and the former forced to engage itself only on the contemplation of that which is painful. In such a situation, the mental and physical powers are rendered incapable of mutually sustaining each other; for we all know that mere corporal employment lessens affliction, or enables us in a shorter time to forget it, whilst the acuteness of bodily suffering, on the other hand, is blunted by those pursuits which fill the mind with agreeable impressions. During the few days, therefore, that intervened between the last interview which Connor held with Nogher MCormick, and the day of his final departure he felt himself rather relieved than depressed by the number of friends who came to visit him for the last time. He was left less to solitude and himself than he otherwise would have been, and, of course, the days of his imprisonment were neither so dreary nor oppressive as the uninterrupted contemplation of his gloomy destiny would have rendered them. Full of the irrepressible ardor of youth, he longed for that change which he knew must bring him onward in the path of life; and in this how little did he resemble the generality of other convicts, who feel as if time were bringing about the day of their departure with painful and more than ordinary celerity! At length the interviews between him and all those whom he wished to see were concluded, with the exception of three, viz. - John OBrien and his own parents, whilst only two clear days intervened until the period, of his departure.
It was on the third morning previous to that unhappy event, that the brother of his Una - the most active and indefatigable of all those who had interested themselves for him - was announced as requiring an interview. Connor, although prepared for this, experienced on the occasion, as every high-minded person would do, a strong feeling of degradation and shame as the predominant sensation. That, indeed, was but natural, for it is undoubtedly true that we feel disgrace the more heavily upon us in the eyes of those we esteem, than we do under any other circumstances. This impression, however, though as we have said the strongest, - was far from being the only one he felt. A heart like his could not be insensible to the obligations under which the generous and indefatigable exertions of young OBrien had placed him. But, independently of this, he was Unas brother, and the appearance of one so dear to her gave to all his love for her a character of melancholy tenderness, more deep and full than he had probably ever experienced before. Her brother would have been received with extraordinary warmth on his own account, but, in addition to that, Connor knew that he now came on behalf of Una herself. It was, therefore, under a tumult of mingled sensations, that he received him in his gloomy apartment - gloomy in despite of all that a humane jailer could do to lessen the rigors of his confinement.
I cannot welcome you to sich a place, as this is, said Connor, grasping and wringing his hand, as the other entered, although I may well say that I would be glad to see you anywhere, as I am, indeed, to see you even here. I know what I owe you, an what you have done for me.
Thank God, replied the other, returning his grasp with equal pressure, thank God, that, at all events, the worst of what we expected will not - He paused, for, on looking at ODonovan, he observed upon his open brow a singular depth of melancholy, mingled less with an expression of shame, than with the calm but indignant sorrow of one who could feel no resentment against him with whom he spoke.
OBrien saw, at a glance, that Connor, in consequence of something in his manner, joined to his inconsiderate congratulations, imagined that he believed him guilty. He lost not a moment, therefore, in correcting this mistake.
It would have been dreadful, he proceeded, to see innocent blood shed, through the perjury of a villain - for, of course, you cannot suppose for a moment that one of our family suppose you to be guilty.
I was near doin you injustice, then, replied the other; but I ought to know that if you did think me so, you wouldnt now be here, nor act as you did. Not but that I thought it possible, on another account you - No, he added, after a pause, that would be doin the brother of Una injustice.
You are right, returned OBrien. No circumstance of any kind - and he laid a peculiar emphasis on the words - no circumstance of any kind could bring me to visit a man capable of such a mean and cowardly act; for, as to the loss we sustained, I wouldnt think of it. You, Connor ODonovan, are not the man to commit any act, either the one or the other. If I did not feel this, you would not see me before you. He extended his hand to him while he spoke, and the brow of Connor brightened as he met his grasp.
I believe you, he replied; and now I hope we may spake out like men that undherstand one another. In case you hadnt come, I intended to lave a message for you with my mother. I believe you know all Unas secrets?
I do, replied OBrien, just as well as her confessor.
Yes, I believe that, said Connor. The sun in heaven is not purer than she is. The only fault she ever could be charged with was her love for me; and heavily, oh! far too heavily, has she suffered for it!
I, for one, never blamed her on that account, said her brother. I knew that her good sense would have at any time prevented her from forming an attachment to an unworthy object; and upon the strength of her own judgment, I approved of that which she avowed for you. Indeed, I perceived it myself before she told me; but upon attempting to gain her secret, the candid creature at once made me her confidant.
It is like her, said Connor; she is all truth. Well would it be for her, if she had never seen me. Not even the parting from my father and mother sinks my heart with so much sorrow, as the thought that her love for me had made her so unhappy. Its a strange case, John OBrien, an a trying one; but since it is the will of God, we must submit to it. How did you leave her? I heard she was getting better.
She is better, said John - past danger, but still very delicate and feeble. Indeed, she is so much worn down, that you would scarcely know her. The brightness of her dark eye is dead - her complexion gone. Sorrow, as she says herself, is in her and upon her. Never, indeed, was a young creatures love so pure and true.
ODonovan made no reply for some time; but the other observed that he turned away his face from him, as if to conceal his emotion. At length his bosom heaved vehemently, three or four times, and his breath came and went with a quick and quivering motion, that betrayed the powerful struggle which he felt.
I know it is but natural for you to feel deeply, continued her brother; but as you have borne everything heretofore with so much firmness, you must not break down -
But you know it is a deadly thrial to be forever separated from sich a girl. Sufferin so much as you say - so worn! Her dark eye dim with - oh, it is, it is a deadly thrial - a heart-breaking thrial! John OBrien, he proceeded, with uncommon earnestness, you are her only brother, an she is your only sister. Oh, will you, for the sake of God, and for my sake, if I may take the liberty of sayin so - but, above all things, will you, for her own sake, when I am gone, comfort and support her, and raise her heart, if possible, out of this heavy throuble?
Her brother gazed on him with a melancholy smile, in which might be read both admiration and sympathy.
Do you think it possible that I would, or could omit to cherish and sustain poor Una, under such thrying circumstances! Everything considered, however, your words are only natural - only natural.
Dont let her think too much about it, continued ODonovan. Bring her out as much as you can - let her not be much by herself. But this is folly in me, he added; you know yourself better than I can instruct you how to act.
God knows, replied the brother, struck and softened by the mournful anxiety for her welfare which Connor expressed, God knows that all you say, and all I can think of besides, shall be done for our dear girl - so make your mind easy.
I thank you, replied the other; from my soul an from the bottom of my heart, I thank you. Endeavor to make her forget me, if you can; an when this passes away out of her mind, she may yet be happy - a happy wife and a happy mother - an she can then think of her love for Connor ODonovan, only as a troubled dream that she had in her early life.
Connor, said the other, this is not right - you must be firmer; but as he uttered the words of reproof, the tears almost came to his eyes.
As for my part, continued Connor, what is the world to me now, that Ive lost her? It is - it is a hard and a dark fate, but why it should fall upon us I do not know. Its as much as I can do to bear it as I ought.
Well, well, replied John, dont dwell too much on it. I have something else to speak to you about.
Dwell on it! returned the other; as God is above me, shes not one minute out of my thoughts; an I tell you, Id rather be dead this minute, than forget her. Her memory now is the only happiness that is left to me - my only wealth in this world.
No, said John, it is not. Connor, I have now a few words to say to you, and I know they will prove whether you are as generous as you are said to be; and whether your love for iny sister is truly tender and disinterested. You have it now in your power to ease her heart very much of a heavy load of concern which she feels on your account. Your father, you know, is now a ruined man, or I should say a poor man. You are going out under circumstances the most painful. In the country to which you are unhappily destined, you will have no friends - and no one living feels this more acutely than Una; for, observe me, I am now speaking on her behalf, and acting in her name. I am her agent. Now Una is richer than you might imagine, being the possessor of a legacy left her by our grandfather by my fathers side. Of this legacy, she herself stands in no need - but you may and will, when you reach a distant country. Now, Connor, you see how that admirable creature loves you - you see how that love would follow you to the uttermost ends of the earth. Will you, or rather are you capable of being as generous as she is? - and can you show her that you are as much above the absurd prejudice of the world, and its cold forms, as he ought to be who is loved by a creature so truly generous and delicate as Una? You know how very poorly she is at present in health; and I tell you candidly, that your declining to accept this as a gift and memorial by which to remember her, may be attended with very serious consequences to her health.
Connor kept his eyes fixed upon the speaker, with a look of deep and earnest attention; and as OBrien detailed with singular address and delicacy these striking proofs of Unas affection, her lovers countenance became an index of the truth with which his heart corresponded to the noble girls tenderness and generosity. He seized OBriens hand.
John, said he, you are worthy of bein Unas brother, and I could say nothing higher in your favor; but, in the mane time, you and she both know that I want nothing to enable me to remember her by. This is a proof, I grant you, that she loves me truly; but I knew that as well before, as I do now. In this business I cannot comply with her wish an yours, an you musnt press me. You, I say, musnt press me. Through my whole life I have never lost my own good opinion; but if I did what you want me now to do, I couldnt respect myself - I would feel lowered in my own mind. In short, Id feel unhappy, an that I was too mane to be worthy of your sister. Once for all, then, I cannot comply in this business with your wish an hers.
But the anxiety produced by your refusal may have very dangerous effects on her health.
Then you must contrive somehow to consale my refusal from her till she gets recovered. I couldnt do what you want me; an if you press me further upon it, Ill think you dont respect me as much as Id wish her brother to do. Oh, God of Heaven! he exclaimed, clasping his hands, must I lave you, my darling Una, forever? I must, I must! an the drame of all we hoped is past - but never, never, will she lave my heart! Her eye dim, an her cheek pale! an all for me - for a man covered with shame and disgrace! Oh, John, John, what a heart! - to love me in spite of all this, an in spite of the worlds opinion along with it!
At this moment one of the turnkeys entered, and told him that his mother and a young lady were coming up to see him.
My mother! he exclaimed, I am glad she is come; but I didnt expect her till the day after tomorrow. A young lady! Heavens above, what young lady would come with my mother?
He involuntarily exchanged looks with OBrien, and a thought flashed on the instant across the minds of both. They immediately understood each other.
Undoubtedly, said John, it can be no other - it is she - it is Una. Good God, how is this? The interview and separation will be more than she can bear - she will sink under it.
Connor made no reply, but sat down and pressed his right hand upon his forehead, as if to collect energy sufficient to meet the double trial which was now before him.
I have only one course, John, said he, now, and that is, to appear to be - what I am not - a firm-hearted man. I must try to put on a smiling face before them.
If it be Una, returned the other, I shall withdraw for a while. I know her extreme bashfulness in many cases; and I know, too, that anything like restraint upon her heart at present - in a word, I shall retire for a little.
It may be as well, said Connor; but so far as I am concerned, it makes no difference - just as you think proper.
Your mother will be a sufficient witness, said the delicate-minded brother; but I will see you again after they have left you.
You must, replied ODonovan. Oh I see me - see me again. I have something to say to you of more value even than Unas life.
The door then opened, and assisted, or rather supported, by the governor of the gaol, and one of the turnkeys, Honor ODonovan and Una OBrien entered the gloomy cell of the guiltless convict.
The situation in which ODonovan was now placed will be admitted, we think, by the reader, to have been one equally unprecedented and distressing. It has been often said, and on many occasions with perfect truth, that opposite states of feeling existing in the same breast generally neutralize each other. In Connors heart, however, there was in this instance nothing of a conflicting nature. The noble boys love for such a mother bore in its melancholy beauty a touching resemblance to the purity of his affection for Una OBrien - each exhibiting in its highest character those virtues which made the heart of the mother proud and! loving, and that of his beautiful girl generous and devoted. So far, therefore, from their appearance together tending to concentrate his moral fortitude, it actually divided his strength, and forced him to meet each with a I heart subdued and softened by his love for the other.
As they entered, therefore, he approached! them, smiling as well as he could; and, first taking a hand of each, would have led them over to a deal form beside the fire, but it was soon evident, that, owing to their weakness and agitation united, they required greater support. He and OBrien accordingly helped them to a seat, on which they sat with every symptom of that exhaustion which results at once from illness and mental suffering.
Let us not forget to inform our readers that the day of this mournful visit was that on which, according to his original sentence, he should have yielded up his life as a penalty to the law.
My dear mother, said he, you an Una know that this day ought not to be a day of sorrow among us. Only for the goodness of my friends, an of Government, its not my voice youd be now listening to - but that is now changed - so no more about it. Im glad to see you both able to come out.
His mother, on first sitting down, clasped her hands together, and in a silent ejaculation, with closed eyes, raised her heart to the Almighty, to supplicate aid and strength to enable her to part finally with that boy who was, and ever had been, dearer to her than her own heart. Una trembled, and on meeting her brother so unexpectedly, blushed faintly, and, indeed, appeared to breathe with difficulty. She held a bottle of smelling salts in her hand.
John, she said, I will explain this visit.
My dear Una, he replied, affectionately, you need not - it requires none - and I beg you will not think of it one moment more. I must now leave you together for about half an hour, as I have some business to do in town that will detain me about that time. He then left them.
Connor, said his mother, sit down between this darlin girl an me, till I spake to you.
He sat down and took a hand of each.
A darlin girl she is, mother. Its now I see how very ill you have been, my own Una.
Yes, she replied, I was ill - but when I heard that your life was spared, I got better.
This she said with an artless but melancholy naivete, that was very trying to the fortitude of her lover. As she spoke she looked fondly but mournfully into his face.
Connor, proceeded his mother, I hope you are fully sensible of the mercy God has shown you, under this great trial?
I hope I am, indeed, my dear mother. It is to God I surely owe it.
It is, an I trust that, go where you will and live where you may, the day will never come when youll forget the debt you owe the Almighty, for preventin you from bein cut down like a flower in the very bloom of your life. I hope, avillish machree, that that day will never come.
God forbid it ever should, mother dear!
Thin you may learn from what has happened, avick agus asthofe, never, oh never, to despair of Gods mercy - no matter into what thrial or difficulty you maybe brought. You see, whin you naither hoped for it here, nor expected it, how it came for all that.
It did, blessed be God!
Youre goin now, ahagur, to a strange land, where youll meet - ay, where my darlin boy will meet the worst of company; but remember, alanna avillish, that your mother, well as she loves you, an well, I own, as you deserve to be loved - that mother that hung over the cradle of her only one - that dressed him, an reared him, an felt many a proud heart out of him - that mother would sooner at any time see him in his grave, his sowl bein free from stain, than to know that his heart was corrupted by the world, an the people youll meet in it.
Something in the last sentence must have touched a chord in Unas heart, for the tears, without showing any other external signs of emotion, streamed down her cheeks.
My advice, then, to you - an oh, avick machree, machree, it is my last, the last you will ever hear from my lips -
Oh, mother, mother! exclaimed Connor, but he could not proceed - voice waa denied him, Una here sobbed aloud.
You bore your thrial nobly, my darlin son - you must thin bear this as well; an you, a colleen dhas, remember your promise to me afore I consulted to come with you this day.
The weeping girl here dried her eyes, and, by a strong effort, hushed her grief.
My advice, thin, to you, is never to neglect your duty to God; for, if you do it wanst or twist, youll begin by degrees to get careless - thin, bit by bit, asthore, your heart will harden, your conscience will leave you, an wickedness, an sin, an guilt will come upon you. Its no matter, asthore, how much wicked comrades may laugh an jeer at you, keep you thrue to the will of your good God, an to your religious duties, an let them take their own coorse. Will you promise me to do this, avuillish machree?
Mother, I have always sthrove to do it, an with Gods assistance, always will.
An, my son, too, will you bear up undher this like a man? Remember, Connor darlin, that although youre lavin us forever, yet your poor father an I have the blessed satisfaction of knowin that were not childless - that youre alive, an that you may yet do well an be happy. I mintion these things, acushla machree, to show you that theres nothin over you so bad, but you may show yourself firm and manly undher it - act as you have done. Its you, asthore, ought to comfort your father an me; an I hope, whin youre parted from, him, that you ill - Oh God, support him! I wish, Connor, darlin, that that partin was over, but I depend upon you to make it as light upon him as you can do.
She paused, apparently from exhaustion. Indeed, it was evident, either that she had little else to add, or that she felt too weak to speak much more, with such a load of sorrow and affliction on her heart.
There is one thing, Connor jewel, that I neednt mintion. Of coorse youll write to us as often as you convaniently can. Oh, do not forget that! for you know that that bit of paper from your own hand, is all belongin to you we will ever see more. Avick machree, machree, many a long look-out we will have for it. It may keep the ould mans heart from breakin.
She was silent, but, as she uttered the last words, there was a shaking of the voice, which gave clear proof of the difficulty with which she went through the solemn task of being calm, which, for the sake of her son, she had heroically imposed upon herself.
She was now silent, but, as is usual with Irish women under the influence of sorrow, she rocked herself involuntary to and fro, whilst, with closed eyes, and hands clasped as before, she held communion with God, the only true source of comfort.
Connor, she added, after a pause, during which he and Una, though silent from respect to her, were both deeply affected; sit fornint me, avick machree, that, for the short time youre to be with me, I may have you before my eyes. Husth now, a colleen machree, an remimber your promise. Wheres the stringth you said youd show?
She then gazed with a long look of love and sorrow upon the fine countenance of her manly son, and nature would be no longer restrained -
Let me lay my head upon your breast, said she; Im attemptin too much - the mothers heart will give out the mothers voice - will speak the mothers sorrow! Oh, my son, my son, my darlin, manly son - are you lavin your lovin mother for evermore, for evermore?
She was overcome; placing her head upon his bosom, her grief fell into that beautiful but mournful wail with which, in Ireland, those of her sex weep over the dead.
Indeed, the scene assumed a tenderness, from this incident, which was inexpressibly affecting, inasmuch as the cry of death was but little out of place when bewailing that beloved boy, whom, by the stern decree of law, she was never to see again.
Connor kissed her pale cheek and lips, and rained down a flood of bitter tears upon her face; and Una, borne away by the enthusiasm of her sorrow, threw her arms also around her, and wept aloud.
At length, after having, in some degree, eased her heart, she sat up, and with that consideration and good sense for which she had ever been remarkable, said -
Nature must have its way; an surely, within reason, its not sinful, seein that God himself has given us the feelins of sorrow, whin thim that we love is lavin us - lavin us never, never to see them agin. Its only nature, afther all; and now ma colleen dhas -
Her allusion to the final separation of those who love - or, in her own words, to the feelins of sorrow, whin thim that we love is lavin us - was too much for the heart and affections of the fair girl at her side, whose grief now passed all the bounds which her previous attempts at being firm had prescribed to it.
[Illustration: PAGE 282 - ODonovan took the beloved one in his arms]
ODonovan took the beloved one in his arms, and, in the long embrace which ensued, seldom were love and sorrow so singularly and mournfully blended.
I dont want to prevent you from cryin a colleen machree; for I know it will lighten an aise your heart, said Honor; but remimber your wakeness an your poor health; an, Connor avourneen, dont you - if you love her - dont forget the state her healths in either.
Mother, mother, you know its the last time Ill ever look upon my Unas face again, he exclaimed. Oh, well may I be loath an unwillin to part with her. Youll think of me, my darlin life, when Im gone - not as a guilty man, Una dear, but as one that if he ever committed a crime, it was lovin you an bringin you to this unhappy state.
God sees my heart this day, she replied - and she spoke with difficulty - that I could and would have travelled over the world; borne joy and sorrow, hardship and distress - good fortune and bad - all happily, if you had been by my side - if you had not been taken from me. Oh, Connor, Connor, you may well pity your Una - for yours I am and was - anothers I never will be. You are entering into scenes that will relieve you by their novelty - that will force you to think of other things and of other persons than those youve left behind you; but oh, what Can I look upon that will not fill my heart with despair and sorrow, by reminding me of you and your affection?
Fareer gair, exclaimed the mother, speaking involuntarily aloud, and interrupting her own words with sobs of bitter anguish - Fareer gair, ma colleen dhas, but thats the heavy truth with us all. Oh, the ould man - the ould mans heart will break all out, when he looks upon the place, an everything else that our boy left behind him.
Dear Una, said Connor, you know that were partin now forever.
My breaking heart tells me that, she replied. I would give the wealth of the world that it was not so - I would - I would.
Listen to me, my own life. You must not let love for me lie so heavy upon your heart. Go out and keep your mind employed upon other thoughts - by degrees youll forget - no, I dont think you could altogether forget me - me - the first, Una, you ever loved.
And the last, Connor - the last I ever will love.
No, no. In the presence of my lovin mother I say that you must not think that way. Time will pass, my own Una, an you will yet be happy with some other. Youre very young; an, as I said, time will wear me by degrees out of your mimory. -
Una broke hastily from his embrace, for she lay upon his breast all this time -
Do you think so, Connor ODonovan? she exclaimed; but on looking into his face, and reading the history of deep-seated sorrow which appeared there so legible, she again fled to him and wept.
Oh, no, she continued, I cannot quarrel with you now; but you do the heart of your own Una injustice, if you think it could ever feel happiness with another. Already I have my mothers consent to enter a convent - and to enter a convent is my fixed determination.
Oh, mother, said Connor, How will I lave this blessed girl? how will I part with her?
Honor rose up, and, by two or three simple words, disclosed more forcibly, more touchingly, than any direct exhibition of grief could have done, the inexpressible power of the misery she felt at this eternal separation from her only boy. She seized Unas two hands, and, kissing her lips, said, in tones of the most heart-rending pathos -
Oh, Una, Una, pity me - I am his mother!
Una threw herself into her arms, and sobbed out -
Yes, and mine.
Thin youll obey me as a daughter should, said Honor. This is too much for you, Oona; part we both must from him, an neither of us is able to bear much, more.
She here gave Connor a private signal to be firm, pointing unobservedly to Unas pale cheek, which at that moment lay upon her bosom.
Connor, she proceeded, Oona has what you sent her. Nogher - an he is breakin his heart too - gave it to me; an my daughter, for I will always call her so, has it this minute next her lovin heart. Here is hers, an let it lie next yours.
Connor seized the glossy ringlet from his mothers hand, and placed it at the moment next to the seat of his undying affection for the fair girl from whose ebon locks it had been taken.
His mother then kissed Una again, and, rising, said -
Now, my daughther, remimber I am your mother, an obey me.
I will, said Una, attempting to repress her grief - I will; but -
Yes, darlin, you will. Now, Connor, my son, my son - Connor?
What is it, mother, darlin?
Were goin, Connor, - were lavin you - be firm - be a man. Arent you my son, Connor? my only son - an the ould man - an never, never more - kneel down - kneel down, till I bless you. Oh, many, many a blessin has risen from your mothers lips an your mothers heart, to Heaven for you, my son, my son!
Connor knelt, his heart bursting, but he knelt not alone. By his side was his own Una, with meek and bended head, awaiting for his mothers blessing.
She then poured forth that blessing; first: upon him who was nearest to her heart, and afterwards upon the worn but still beautiful; girl, whose love for that adored son had made her so inexpressibly dear to her. Whilst! she uttered this fervent but sorrowful benediction, a hand was placed upon the head of each, after which she stooped and kissed them both, but without shedding a single tear.
Now, said she, comes the mothers wakeness; but my son will help me by his manliness - so will my daughter. I am very weak. Oh, what heart can know the sufferins of this hour, but mine? My son, my son - Connor ODonovan, my son!
At this moment John OBrien entered the room; but the solemnity and pathos of her manner and voice hushed him so completely into silent attention, that it is probable she did not perceive him.
Let me put my arms about him and kiss his lips once more, an then Ill say farewell.
She again approached the boy, who S opened his arms to receive her, and, after having kissed him and looked into his face, said, I will now go - I will now go; but instead of withdrawing, as she had intended, it was observed that she pressed him more closely to her heart than before; plied her hands about his neck and bosom, as if she were not actually conscious of what she did; and at length sunk into a forgetfulness of all her misery upon the aching breast of her unhappy son.
Now, said Una, rising into a spirit of; unexpected fortitude, now, Connor, I will be her daughter, and you must be her son. The moment she recovers we must separate, and in such a manner as to show that our affection for each other shall not be injurious to her.
It is nature only, said her brother; or, in other words, the love that is natural to such a mother for such a son, that has overcome her. Connor, this must be ended.
I am willing it should, replied the other. You must assist them home, and let me see you again tomorrow. I have something of the deepest importance to say to you.
Unas bottle of smelling salts soon relieved the woe-worn mother; and, ere the lapse of many minutes, she was able to summon her own natural firmness of character. The lovers, too, strove to be firm; and, after one long and last embrace, they separated from Connor with more composure than, from the preceding scene, might have been expected.
The next day, according to promise, John OBrien paid him an early visit, in order to hear what Connor had assured him was of more importance even than Unas life itself. Their conference was long and serious, for each felt equally interested in its subject-matter. When it was concluded, and they had separated, OBriens friends observed that he appeared like a man whose mind was occupied by something that occasioned him to feel deep anxiety. What the cause of this secret care was, he did not disclose to anyone except his father, to whom, in a few days afterwards, he mentioned it. His college vacation had now nearly expired; but it was mutually agreed upon, in the course of the communication he then made, that for the present he should remain with them at home, and postpone his return to Maynooth, if not abandon the notion of the priesthood altogether. When the Bodagh left his son, after this dialogue, his open, good-humored countenance seemed clouded, his brow thoughtful, and his whole manner that of a man who has heard something more than usually unpleasant; but, whatever this intelligence was, he, too, appeared equally studious to conceal it. The day now arrived on which Connor ODonovan was to see his other parent for the last time, and this interview he dreaded, on the old mans account, more than he had done even the separation from his mother. Our readers may judge, therefore, of his surprise on finding that his father exhibited a want of sorrow or of common feeling that absolutely amounted almost to indifference.
Connor felt it difficult to account for a change so singular and extraordinary in one with whose affection for himself he was so well acquainted. A little time, however, and an odd hint or two thrown out in the early part of their conversation, soon enabled him to perceive, either that the old man labored under some strange hallucination, or had discovered a secret source of comfort known only to himself. At length, it appeared to the son that he had discovered the cause of this unaccountable change in the conduct of his father; and, we need scarcely assure our readers, that his heart sank into new and deeper distress at the words from which he drew the inference.
Connor, said the miser, I had great luck yestherday. You remember Antony Cusack, that ran away from me wid seventy-three pounds fifteen shillins an nine pence, now betther than nine years ago. Many a curse he had from me for his roguery; but somehow, it seems he only thruv under them. His son Andy called on me yestherday mornin an paid me to the last farden, inthrest an all. Wasnt I in luck?
It was very fortunate, father, an Im glad of it
It was, indeed, the hoighth o luck. Now, Connor, you think one thing, an that is, that; were partin forever, an that well never see one another till we meet in the next world. Isnt that what you think? - eh, Connor?
Its hard to tell what may happen, father. We may see one another even in this; stranger things have been brought about.
I tell you, Connor, well meet agin; I have made out a plan in my own head for that; but the luckiest of all was the money yestherday.
What is the plan, father?
Dont ax me, avick, bekase its betther for you not to know it. I may be disappointed, but its not likely aither; still it ud be risin expectations in you, an if it didnt come to pass, youd only be more unhappy; an you know, Connor darlin, I wouldnt wish to be the manes of making your poor heart sore for one minute. God knows the same young heart has suffered enough, an more than it ought to suffer. Connor?
Well, father?
Keep up your spirits, darlin, dont be at all cast down, I tell you.
The old man caught his sons hands ere he spoke, and uttered these words with a voice of such tenderness and affection, that Connor, on seeing him assume the office of comforter, contrary to all he had expected, felt himself more deeply touched than if his father had fallen, as was his wont, into all the impotent violence of grief.
It was only comin here today, Connor, that I thought of this plan; but I wish to goodness your poor mother knew it, for thin, maybe shed let me mintion it to you.
If it would make me any way unhappy, replied Connor, Id rather not hear it; only, whatever it is, father, if its against my dear mothers wishes, dont put it in practice.
I couldnt, Connor, widout her consint, barrin wed - but theres no us in that; only keep up your spirits, Connor dear. Still Im glad it came into my head, this plan; for if I thought that Id never see you agin, I wouldnt know how to part wid you; my heart ud fairly break, or my head ud get light. Now, wont you promise me not to fret, acushla machree - an to keep your heart up, an your spirits?
Ill fret as little as I can, father. You know theres not much pleasure in frettin, an that no one would fret if they could avoid it; but will you promise me, my dear father, to be guided an advised, in whatever you do, or intend to do, by my mother - my blessed mother?
I will - I will, Connor; an if I had always done so, maybe it isnt here now youd be standing, an my heart breakin to look at you; but, indeed, it was God, I hope, put this plan into my head; an the money yestherday - that, too, was so lucky - far more so, Connor dear, than you think. Only for that - but sure no matther, Connor, were not partin for evermore now; so acushla machree, let your mind be aisy. Cheer up, cheer up my darlin son.
Much more conversation of this kind took place between them during the old mans stay, which he prolonged almost to the last hour. Connor wondered, as was but natural, what the plan so recently fallen upon by his father could be. Indeed, sometimes, he feared that the idea of their separation had shaken his intellect, and that his allusions to this mysterious discovery, mixed up, as they were, with the uncommon delight he expressed at having recovered Cusacks money, boded nothing less than the ultimate derangement of his faculties. One thing, however, seemed obvious - that, whatever it might be, whether reasonable or otherwise, his fathers mind was exclusively occupied by it; and that, during the whole scene of their parting, it sustained him in a manner for which he felt it utterly impossible to account. It is true he did not leave him without shedding tears, and bitter tears; but they were unaccompanied by the wild vehemence of grief which had, on former occasions, raged through and almost desolated his heart. The reader may entertain some notion of what he would have felt on this occasion, were it not for the plan as he called it, which supported him so much, when we tell him that he blessed his son three or four times dining their interview, without being conscious; that he had blessed him more than once. His last words to him were to keep up his spirits, for that there was little doubt that they would meet again.
The next morning, at daybreak, their noble boy, as they fondly and proudly called him, was conveyed, to the transport, in company with many others; and at the hour of five oclock p. m., that melancholy vessel weighed anchor, and spread her broad sails to the bosom of the ocean.
Although the necessary affairs of life are, after all, the great assuager of sorrow, yet there are also cases where the heart persists in rejecting the consolation brought by time, and in clinging to the memory of that which it loved. Neither Honor ODonovan nor Una OBrien could forget our unhappy hero, nor school their affections into the apathy of ordinary feelings. Of Fardorougha we might say the same; for, although he probably felt the want of his sons presence more keenly even than his wife, yet his grief, notwithstanding its severity, was mingled with the interruption of a habit - such as is frequently the prevailing cause of sorrow in selfish and contracted minds. That there was much selfishness in his grief, our readers, we dare say, will admit. At all events, a scene which took place between him and his wife, on the night of the day which saw Connor depart from his native land forever, will satisfy them of the different spirit which marked their feelings on that unfortunate occasion.
Honor had, as might be expected, recovered her serious composure, and spent a great portion of that day in offering up her prayers for the welfare of their son. Indeed, much of her secret grief was checked by the alarm which she felt for her husband, whose conduct on that morning before he left home was marked by the wild excitement, which of late had been so peculiar to him. Her surprise was consequently great when she observed, on his return, that he manifested a degree of calmness, if not serenity, utterly at variance with the outrage of his grief, or, we should rather say, the delirium of his despair, in the early part of the day. She resolved, however, with her usual discretion, not to catechize him on the subject, lest his violence might revive, but to let his conduct explain itself, which she knew in a little time it would do. Nor was she mistaken. Scarcely had an hour elapsed, when, with something like exultation, he disclosed his plan, and asked her advice and opinion. She heard it attentively, and for the first time since the commencement of their affliction, did the mothers brow seem unburdened of the sorrow which sat upon it, and her eye to gleam with something like the light of expected happiness. It was, however, on their retiring to rest that night that the affecting contest took place, which exhibited so strongly the contrast between their characters. We mentioned, in a preceding part of this narrative, that ever since her sons incarceration Honor had slept in his bed, and with her head on the very pillow which he had so often pressed. As she was about to retire, Fardorougha, for a moment, appeared to forget his plan, and everything but the departure of his son. He followed Honor to his bedroom, which he traversed, distractedly clasping his hands, kissing his boys clothes, and uttering sentiments of extreme misery and despair.
Theres his bed, he exclaimed; theres our boys bed - but where is he himself? gone, gone forever! Theres his clothes, our darlin sons clothes; look at them. Oh God! oh God! my heart will break outright. Oh Connor, our boy, our boy, are you gone from us forever! We must sit down to our breakfast in the mornin, to our dinner, an to our supper at night, but our noble boys face well never see - his voice well never hear.
Ah, Fardorougha, its thrue, its thrue! replied the wife; but remember hes not in the grave, not in the clay of the churchyard; we havent seen him carried there, and laid down undher the heart-breakin sound of the dead-bell; we havent hard the cowld noise of the clay fallin in upon his coffin. Oh no, no - thanks, everlastin thanks to God, that has spared our boys life! How often have you an I hard people say over the corpses of their children, Oh, if he was only alive I didnt care in what part of the world it was, or if I was never to see his face again, only that he was livin! An wouldnt they, Fardorougha dear, give the worlds wealth to - have their wishes? Oh they would, they would - an thanks forever be to the Almighty! our boy is livin and may yit be happy. Fardorougha, let us not fly into the face of God, who has in His mercy spared our son.
Ill sleep in his bed, replied the husband; on the very spot he lay on Ill he.
This was, indeed, trenching, and selfishly trenching upon the last mournful privilege of the mothers heart. Her sleeping here was one of those secret but melancholy enjoyments, which the love of a mother or of a wife will often steal, like a misers theft, from the very hoard of their own sorrows. In fact, she was not prepared for this, and when he spoke she looked at him for some time in silent amazement.
Oh, no, Fardorougha dear,the mother, the mother, that her breast was so often his pillow, has the best right, now that hes gone, to lay her head where his lay. Oh, for Heavens sake, lave that poor pleasure to me, Fardorougha!
No, Honor, you can bear up undher grief better than I can. I must sleep where my boy slept.
Fardorougha, I could go upon my knees! to you, an I will, avourneen, if youll grant me this.
I cant, I cant, he replied, distractedly; I could sleep nowhere else. I love everything belongin to him. I cant, Honor, I cant, I cant.
Fardorougha, my heart - his mothers heart is fixed upon it, an was. Oh lave this to me, acushla, lave this to me - its all I axe!
I couldnt, I couldnt - my heart is breakin - itll be sweet to me - Ill think Ill be nearer him, and as he uttered these words the tears flowed copiously down his cheeks.
His affectionate wife was touched with compassion, and immediately resolved to let him have his way, whatever it might cost herself. God pity you, she said; Ill give it up, Ill give it up, Fardorougha. Do sleep where he slep; I cant blame you, nor I dont; for sure its only a proof of how much you love him. She then bade him good-night, and, with spirits dreadfully weighed down by this singular incident, withdrew to her lonely pillow; for Connors bed had been a single one, in which, of course, two persons could not sleep together. Thus did these bereaved parents retire to seek that rest which nothing but exhausted nature seemed disposed to give them, until at length they fell asleep under the double shadow of night and a calamity which filled their hearts with so much distress and misery.
In the mean time, whatever these two families might have felt for the sufferings of their respective children in consequence of Bartle Flanagans villainy, that plausible traitor had watched the departure of his victim with a palpitating anxiety almost equal to what some unhappy culprit, in the dock of a prison, would experience when the foreman of his jury handed down the sentence which is either to hang or acquit him. Up to the very moment on which the vessel sailed, his cruel but cowardly heart was literally sick with the apprehension that Connors mitigated sentence might be still further commuted to a term of imprisonment. Great, therefore, was his joy, and boundless his exultation on satisfying himself that he was now perfectly safe in the crime he had committed, and that his path was never to be crossed by him, whom, of all men living, he had most feared and hated. The reader is not to suppose, however, that by the ruin of Connor, and the revenge he consequently had gained upon Fardorougha, the scope of his dark designs was by any means accomplished. Far from it; the fact is, his measures were only in a progressive state. In Nogher MCormicks last interview with Connor, our readers will please to remember that a hint had been thrown out by that attached old follower, of Flanagans entertaining certain guilty purposes involving nothing less than the abduction of Una. Now, in justice even to Flanagan, we are bound to say that no one living had ever received from himself any intimation of such an intention. The whole story was fabricated by Nogher for the purpose of getting Connors consent to the vengeance which it had been determined to execute upon his enemy. By a curious coincidence, however,the story, though decidedly false so far as Nogher knew to the contrary, happened to be literally and absolutely true. Flanagan, indeed, was too skilful and secret, either to precipitate his own designs until the feeling of the parties should abate and settle down, or to place himself at the mercy of another persons honesty. He knew his own heart too well to risk his life by such dangerous and unseasonable confidence. Some months consequently passed away since. Connors departure, when an event took place, which gave him still greater security. This was nothing less than the fulfilment by Fardorougha of that plan to which he looked forward with such prospective satisfaction, Connor had not been a month gone when his father commenced to dispose of his property, which he soon did, having sold out his farm to good advantage. He then paid his rent, the only debt he owed; and, having taken a passage to New South Wales for himself and Honor, they departed with melancholy satisfaction to seek that son without whose society they found their desolate hearth gloomier than the cell of a prison.
This was followed, too, by another circumstance - but one apparently of little importance - which was, the removal of Biddy Nulty to the Bodaghs family, through the interference of Una, by whom she was treated with singular affection, and admitted to her confidence.
Such was the position of the parties after, the lapse of five months subsequent to the transportation of Connor. Flanagan had conducted himself with great circumspection, and, so far as public observation could go, with much propriety. There was no change whatsoever perceptible, either in his dress or manner except that alluded to by Nogher of his altogether declining to taste any intoxicating liquor. In truth, so well did he act his part, that the obloquy raised against him at the period of Connors trial was nearly, if not altogether, removed, and many persons once more adopted an impression of his victims guilt.
With respect to the Bodagh and his son, the anxiety which we have described them as feeling in consequence of the latters interview with ODonovan, was now completely removed. Unas mother had nearly forgotten both the crime and its consequences; but upon the spirit of her daughter there appeared to rest a silent and settled sorrow not likely to be diminished or removed. Her cheerfulness had abandoned her, and many an hour did she contrive to spend with Biddy Nulty, eager in the mournful satisfaction of talking over all that affection prompted of her banished lover.
We must now beg our readers to accompany us to a scene of a different description from any we have yet drawn. The night of a November day had set in, or rather had advanced so far as nine oclock, and towards the angle of a small three-cornered field, called by a peculiar coincidence of name, Oonas Handkerchief, in consequence of an old legend connected with it, might be seen moving a number of straggling figures, sometimes in groups of fours and fives; sometimes in twos or threes as the case might be, and not unfrequently did a single straggler advance, and, after a few private words, either join the others or proceed alone to a house situated in the angular corner of the field to which we allude. As the district was a remote one, and the night rather dark, several shots might be heard as they proceeded, and several flashes in the pan seen from the rusty arms of those who were probably anxious to pull a trigger for the first time. The country, at the period we write of, be it observed, was in a comparative state of tranquility, and no such thing as a police corps had been heard of or known in the neighborhood.
At the lower end of a long, level kind of moor called the Black Park, two figures approached a* kind of gate or pass that opened into it. One of them stood until the other advanced, and, in a significant tone, asked who comes there?
A friend to the guard, was the reply.
Good morrow, said the other.
Good morrow mornin to you.
What age are you in?
In the end of the Fifth.
All right; come on, boy; the true bloods in you, whoever you are.
An is it possible you dont know me, Dandy?
Faix, it is; I forgot my spectacles tonight. Who the dickins are you at all?
I suppose you purtind to forget Ned MCormick?
Is it Noghers son?
The divil a other; an, Dandy Duffy, how are you, man alive?
Why, you see, Ned, Ive been so long out of the counthry, an Im now so short a time back, that, upon my sowl, I forget a great many of my ould acquaintances, especially them that wor only slips when I wint acrass. Faith, Im purty well considherin, Ned, I thank you.
Bad luck to them that sint you acrass, Dandy; not but that you got off purty well on the whole, by all accounts. They say only that Rousin Redhead swore like a man youd a got a touch of the Shaggy Shoe.
To the divil wid it all now, Ned; let us have no more about it; I dont for my own part like to think of it. Have you any notion of what were called upon for tonight?
Divil the laste; but I believe, Dandy, that Bartles not the white-headed boy wid you no more nor wid some more of us.
Him! a double-distilled villain. Faith, there wor never good that had the white liver; an he has it to the backbone. My brother Lachlin, thats now dead, God rest him, often tould me about the way he tricked him and Barney Bradly when they wor greenhorns about nineteen or twenty. He got them to join him in stealin a sheep for their Christmas dinner, he said; so they all three stole it; an the blaggard skinned and cut it up, sendin my poor boacun of a brother home to hide the skin in the straw in our barn, and poor Barney, wid only the head an trotters, to hide them in his fathers tow-house. Very good; in a day or two the neighbors wor all called upon to clear themselves upon the holy Evangelisp; and the two first that he eggd an to do it was my brother an Barney. Of coorse he switched the primmer himself that he was innocent; but whin it was all over some one sint Jarmy Campel, that lost the sheep, to the very spot where they hid the fleece an trotters. Jarmy didnt wish to say much about it; so he tould them if theyd fairly acknowledge it an pay him betune them for the sheep, hed dhrop it. My father an Andy Bradly did so, an there it ended; but purshue the morsel of mutton ever they tasted in the mane time. As for Bartle, he managed the thing so well that at the time they never suspected him, although divil a other could betray them, for he was the only one knew it; an he had the aiten o the mutton, too, the blaggard! Faith, Ned, I know him well.
He has conthrived to get a strong back o the boys, anyhow.
He has, an tis that, and bekase hes a good hand to be undher for my revinge on Blennerhasset, that made me join him.
I dunna what could make him refuse to let Alick Nulty join him?
Is it my cousin from Annaloghan? an did he?
Divil a lie in it; its as thrue as youre standin there; but do you know what is suspected?
No.
Why, that he has an eye on Bodagh Buies daughter. Alick towld me that, for a long time afther Connor ODonovan was thransported, the father an son wor afeard of him. He hard it from his sister Biddy, an it appears that the Bodaghs daughter tould her family that he used to stare her out of countenance at mass, an several times struv to put the furraun on her in hopes to get acquainted.
He would do it; an my hand to you, if he undhertakes it hell not fail; an Ill tell you another thing, if he suspected that I knew anything about the thraitherous thrick he put on my poor brother, the divil a toe hed let me join him; but you see I - was only a mere gorsoon, a child I may say at the time.
At all events let us keep an eye on him; an in regard to Connor ODonovans business, let him not be too sure that its over wid him yet. At any rate, by dad, my father has slipped out a name upon him an us that will do him no good. The other boys now call us the Stags of Lisdhu, that bein the place where his father lived, an the nickname you see rises out of his thrachery to poor Connor ODonovan.
Did he ever give any hint himself about carryin away the Bodaghs pretty daughter?
Is it him? Oh, oh! catch him at it; hes a damn sight too close to do any sich thing.
After some further conversation upon that and other topics, they arrived at the place of appointment, which was a hedge school-house; one of those where the master, generally an unmarried man, merely wields his sceptre during school-hours, leaving it open and uninhabited for the rest of the twenty-four.
The appearance of those who were here assembled was indeed singularly striking. A large fire of the unconsumed peat brought by the scholars on that morning, was kindled in the middle of the floor - its usual site. Around, upon stones, hobs, bosses, and seats of various descriptions, sat the boys - some smoking and others drinking; for upon nights of this kind, a shebeen-housekeeper, uniformly a member of such societies, generally attends for the sale of his liquor, if he cannot succeed in prevailing on them to hold their meetings in his own house - a circumstance which for many reasons may not be in every case advisable. As they had not all yet assembled, nor the business of the night commenced, they were, of course, divided into several groups and engaged in various amusements. In the lower end of the house was a knot, busy at the game of spoiled five, their ludicrous table being the crown of a hat, placed upon the floor in the centre. These all sat upon the ground, their legs stretched out, their torch-bearer holding a lit bunch of fir splinters, stuck for convenience sake into the muzzle of a horse-pistol. In the upper end, again, sat another clique, listening to a man who was reading a treasonable ballad. Such of them as could themselves read stretched over their necks in eagerness to peruse it along with him, and such as could not - indeed, the greater number - gave force to its principles by very significant gestures; some being those of melody, and others those of murder; that is to say, part of them were attempting to hum a tune in a low voice, suitable to the words, whilst others more ferocious brandished their weapons, as if those against whom the spirit of the ballad was directed had been then within the reach of their savage passions. Beside the fire, and near the middle of the house, sat a man, who, by his black stock and military appearance, together with a scar over his brow that gave him a most repulsive look, was evidently a pensioner or old soldier. This person was engaged in examining some rusty fire-arms that had been submitted to his inspection. His self-importance was amusing, as was also the deferential aspect of those who, with arms in their hands, hammering flints or turning screws, awaited patiently their turn for his opinion of their efficiency. But perhaps the most striking group of all was that in which a thick-necked, bull-headed young fellow, with blood-colored hair, a son of Rousin Redheads - who, by the way, was himself present - and another beetle-browed slip were engaged in drawing for a wager, upon one of the school-boys slates, the figure of a coffin and cross-bones. A hardened-looking old sinner, with murder legible in his face, held the few half-pence which they wagered in his open hand, whilst in the other he clutched a pole, surmounted by a bent bayonet that had evidently seen service. The last group worthy of remark was composed of a few persons who were writing threatening notices upon a leaf torn out of a school-boys copy, which was laid upon what they formerly termed a copy-board, of plain deal, kept upon the knees, as a substitute for desks, while the boys were writing. This mode of amusement was called waiting for the Article-bearer, or the Captain, for such was Bartle Flanagan, who now entered the house, and saluted all present with great cordiality.
Begad, boys, he said, our four guards widout is worth any money. I had to pass the sign-word afore I could pass myself, and thats the way it ought to be. But, boys, before we go further, an for fraid of thraitors, I must call the rowl. Youll stand in a row roun the walls, an thin we can make sure that theres no spies among us.
He then called out a roll of those who were members of his lodge and, having ascertained that all was right, he proceeded immediately to business.
Rousin Redhead, whats the raisin you didnt take the arms from Captain St. Ledgers stewart? Sixteen men armed was enough to do it, an yees failed.
Ay, an if you had been wid us, and sixteen more to the back o that, youd failed too. Begarra, captain dear, it seems that good people is scarce. Look at Mickey Mulvather there, you see his head tied up; but aldo he can play cards well enough, be me sowl, hes short of wan ear any how, an if you could meet wan o the same Stewarts bullets, goin abroad at night like ourselves for its divarsion, it might tell how he lost it. Bartle, I tell you a number of us isnt satisfied wid you. You sends us out to meet danger, an you wont come yourself.
Dont you know, Rouser, that I always do go whenever I can? But Im caged now; faix I dont sleep in a barn, and cant budge as I used to do.
An whos tyin you to your place, thin?
Rouser, replied Bartle, I wish I had a thousand like you, not but I have fine fellows. Boys, the thruth is this, you must all meet here tomorrow night, for the short an long of it is, that Im goin to run away wid a wife.
Well, replied Redhead, sure you can do that widout our assistance, if shes willin to come.
Willin! why, replied Bartle, its by her own appointment were goin.
An if it is, then, said the Rouser, who, in truth, was the leader of the suspicious and disaffected party in Flanagans lodge, what the blazes use have you for us?
Rouser Redhead, said Bartle, casting a suspicious and malignant glance at him, might I take the liberty of axin what you mane by spakin of me in that disparagin manner? Do you renumber your oath? or do you forget that youre bound by it to meet at twelve hours notice, or less, whinever youre called upon? Dar Chriestha! man, if I hear another word of the kind out of your lips, down you go on the black list. Boys, he proceeded, with a wheedling look of good-humor to the rest, well have neither Spies nor Stags here, come or go what may.
Stags! replied Rouser Redhead, whose face had already become scarlet with indignation. Stags, you say, Bartle Flanagan! Arrah, boys, I wondher where is poor Connor ODonovan by this time?
I suppose bushin it afore now, said our friend of the preceding part of the night. I bushed it myself for a year and a half, but be Japurs I got sick of it. But any how, Bartle, you oughnt to spake of Stags, for although Connor refused to join us, damn your blood, you had no right to go to inform upon him. Sure, only for the intherest that was made for him, youd have his blood on your sowl.
An if he had itself, observed one of Flanagans friends, twould signify very little. The Bodagh desarved what he got, and more if he had got it. What right has he, one of our own purswadjion as he is to hould out against us the way he does? Sure hes as rich as a Sassenach, an may hell resave the farden hell subscribe towards our gettin arms or ammunition, or towards defindin us when were brought to thrial. So hells delight wid the dirty Bodagh, says myself for wan.
An is that by way of defince of Captain Bartle Flanagan? inquired Rouser Redhead, indignantly. An so our worthy captain sint the man across that punished our inimy, even accordian to your own provin, an that by staggin aginst him. Of coorse, had the misers son been one of huz, Bartles brains would be scattered to the four quarthers of heaven long agone.
An how did I know but hed stag aginst me? said Bartle, very calmly.
Damn well you knew he would not, observed Ned MCormick, now encouraged by the bold and decided manner of Rouser Redhead. Before ever you went into Fardoroughas sarvice you sed to more than one that youd make him sup sorrow for his harshness to your father and family.
An didnt he desarve it, Ned? Didnt he ruin us?
He might desarve it, an I suppose he did; but what right had you to punish the innocent for the guilty? You knew very well that both his son and his wife always set their faces against his doins.
Boys, said Flanagan, I dont understand this, and I tell you more I wont bear it. This night let any of you that doesnt like to be undher me say so. Rouser Redhead, youll never meet in a Ribbon Lodge agin. Youre scratched out of wan book, but by way of comfort youre down in another
What other, Bartle?
The black list. An now I have nothin more to say except that if theres anything on your mind that wants absolution, look to it.
We must now pause for a moment to observe upon that which we suppose the sagacity of the reader has already discovered-that is, the connection between what has occurred in Flanagans lodge, and the last dialogue which took place between Nogher and Connor ODonovan. It is evident that Nogher had spirits at work for the purpose both of watching and contravening all Flanagans plans, and, if possible, of drawing him into some position which might justify the few friends, as he termed them, first in disgracing him, and afterwards of settling their account ultimately with a man whom they wished to blacken, as dangerous to the society of which they were members. The curse, however, of these secret confederacies, and indeed of ribbonism in general, is, that the savage principle of personal vengeance is transferred from the nocturnal assault, or the midday assassination, which may be directed against religious or political enemies, to the private bickerings and petty jealousies that must necessarily occur in a combination of ignorant and bigoted men, whose passions are guided by no principle but one of practical cruelty. This explains, as we have just put it, and justly put it, the incredible number of murders which are committed in this unhappy country, under the name of way-layings and midnight attacks, where the offence that caused them cannot be traced by society at large, although it is an incontrovertible fact, that to all those who are connected with ribbonism, in its varied phases, it often happens that the projection of such murders is known for weeks before they are perpetrated. The wretched assassin who murders a man that has never offended him personally, and who suffers himself to become the instrument of executing the hatred which originates from a principle of general enmity again a class, will not be likely, once his hands are stained with blood, to spare any one who may, by direct personal injury, incur his resentment. Every such offence, where secret societies are concerned, is made a matter of personal feeling and trial of strength between factions, and of course a similar spirit is superinduced among persons of the same creed and principles to that which actuates them against those who differ from them in politics and religion. It is true that the occurrence of murders of this character has been referred to as a proof that secret societies are not founded or conducted upon a spirit of religious rancor; but such an assertion is, in some cases, the result of gross ignorance, and, in many more, of far grosser dishonesty. Their murdering each other is not at all a proof of any such thing, but it, is a proof, as we have said, that their habit of taking away human life, and shedding human blood upon slight grounds or political feelings, follows them from their conventional principles to their private resentments, and is, therefore, such a consequence as might naturally be expected to result from a combination of men who, in one sense, consider murder no crime. Thus does this secret tyranny fall back upon society, as well as upon those who are concerned in it, as a double curse; and, indeed, we believe that even the greater number of these unhappy wretches whom it keeps within its toils, would be glad if the principle were rooted out of the country forever.
An so youre goin to put my father down on the black list, said the beetle-browed son of the Rouser. Very well, Bartle, do so; but do you see that? he added, pointing to the sign of the coffin and the cross-bones, which he had previously drawn upon the slate; dhav a sphirit Neev, if you do, youll waken some mornin in a warmer counthry than Ireland.
Very well, said Bartle, quietly, but evidently shrinking from a threat nearly as fearful, and far more daring than his own. You know I have nothin to do except my duty. Yez are goin aginst the cause, an I must report yez; afther whatever happens, wont come from me, nor from any one here. It is from thim thats in higher quarters youll get your doom, an not from me, or, as I said afore, from any one here. Mark that; but indeed you know it as well as I do, an I believe, Rouser, a good deal bether.
Flanagans argument, to men who understood its dreadful import, was one before which almost every description of personal courage must quail. Persons were then present, Rouser Redhead among the rest, who had been sent upon some of those midnight missions, which contumacy against the system, when operating in its cruelty, had dictated. Persons of humane disposition, declining to act on these sanguinary occasions, are generally the first to be sacrificed, for individual life is nothing when obstructing the propagation of general principle.
This truth, coming from Flanagans lips, they themselves, some of whom had executed its spirit, knew but too well. The difference, however, between their apprehension, so far as they were individually concerned, was not much; Flanagan had the person to fear, and his opponents the principle.
Redhead, however, who knew that whatever he had executed upon delinquents like himself, might also upon himself be visited in his turn, saw that his safest plan for the present was to submit; for indeed the meshes of the White-boys system leave no mans life safe, if he express hostile opinions to it.
Bartle, said he, you know Im no coward; an I grant that youve a long head at plannin anything you set about. I dont see, in the mane time, why, afther all, we should quarrel. You know me, Bartle; an if anything happens me, it wont be for nothin. I say no more; but I say still that you throw the danger upon uz, and dont -
Rouser Redhead, said Bartle, give me jour hand. I say now, what I didnt wish to say tonight afore, by Japurs, youre worth five men; an Ill tell you all, boys, you must meet the Rouser here tomorrow night, an well have a dhrink at my cost; an, boys - Rouser, hear me - you all know your oaths; well do something tomorrow night - an I say again, Rouser, Ill be wid yez an among yez; an to prove my opinion of the Rouser, Ill allow him to head us.
An, by the cross o Moses, Ill do it in style, rejoined the hot-headed but unthinking fellow, who did not see that the adroit captain was placing him in the post of danger. I dont care a damn what it is - well meet here tomorrow night, boys, an Ill show you that I can lead as well as folly.
Whatever happens, said Bartle, we oughtnt to have any words or bickerins among ourselves at any rate. I undherstand that two among yez sthruck one another. Sure yez know that theres not a blow ye giv to a brother buts a perjury - an theres no use in that, barin an to help forid the thruth. Ill say no more about it now; but I hope therell never be another blow given among yez. Now, get a hat, some o yez, till we draw cuts for six that I want to beat Tom Lynchagan, of Lisdhu; hes worken for St. Ledger, afther gettin two notices. Hes a quiet, civil man, no doubt; but thats not the thing. Obadience, or wheres the use of our meetins at all? Give him a good sound batin, but no further - break no bones.
He then marked slips of paper, equal in number to those who were present, with the numbers 1, 2, 3, &c, to correspond, after which he determined that the three first numbers and the three last should go - all of which was agreed to without remonstrance, or any apparent show of reluctance whatever. Now, boys, he continued, dont forget to attend tomorrow night; an I say to every man of you, as Darby Spaight said to the divil, when he promised to join the rebellion, phe dha phecka laght, (bring your pike with you,) bring the weapon.
An whos the purty girl thats goin to wet you, Captain Bartle? inquired Dandy Duffy.
The purtiest girl in this parish, anyhow, replied Flanagan, unawares. The words, however, were scarcely out of his lips, when he felt that he had been indiscreet. He immediately added - that is, if she is of this parish; but I didnt say she is. Maybe Well have to thravel a bit to find her out, but come what come may, dont neglect to be all here about half-past nine oclock, wid your arms an ammunition.
Duffy, who had sat beside Ned MCormiek during the night, gave him a significant look, which the other, who had, in truth, joined himself to Flanagans lodge only to watch his movements, as significantly returned.
When the men deputed to beat Lynchaghan had blackened their faces, the lodge dispersed for the night, Dandy Duffy and Ned MCormick taking their way home together, in order to consider of matters, with which the reader, in due time, shall be made acquainted.
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