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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Whale and the Grasshopper + And other Fables + +Author: Seumas O'Brien + +Illustrator: Robert McCraig + +Release Date: September 3, 2011 [EBook #37301] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WHALE AND THE GRASSHOPPER *** + + + + +Produced by Jeroen Hellingman and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net/ for Project +Gutenberg (This file was produced from images generously +made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + +</pre> + +<div class="front"> +<div class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first"></p> +<div class="figure xd20e85width"><img src="images/frontcover.jpg" alt= +"Original Front Cover." width="489" height="720"></div> +</div> +</div> +<div class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first"></p> +<div class="figure xd20e91width"><img src="images/titlepage.gif" alt= +"Original Title Page." width="422" height="720"></div> +</div> +</div> +<div class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first"></p> +<div class="figure xd20e98width"><img src="images/frontispiece.jpg" +alt="Everybody came to the valley and everybody enjoyed coming, because there was no place like it." +width="516" height="720"> +<p class="figureHead">Everybody came to the valley and everybody +enjoyed coming, because there was no place like it.</p> +<p class="first"><span class="sc">Frontispiece.</span> <i>See page +14.</i></p> +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div class="titlePage"> +<div class="docTitle"> +<div class="mainTitle">The Whale and the Grasshopper<br> +And Other Fables</div> +</div> +<div class="byline">By<br> +<span class="docAuthor">Seumas O’Brien</span><br> +With a frontispiece by<br> +<span class="docAuthor">Robert McCaig</span></div> +<div class="docImprint">Boston<br> +Little, Brown, and Company<br> +<span class="docDate">1916</span></div> +</div> +<div class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first xd20e139"><i>Copyright, 1916</i>,<br> +<span class="sc">By Little, Brown, and Company</span>.</p> +<p class="xd20e139"><i>All rights reserved</i></p> +<p class="xd20e139">Published, November, 1916</p> +<p class="xd20e139">The·Plimpton·Press<br> +Norwood·Mass·U·S·A</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first xd20e139">To<br> +Edward J. O’Brien</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="toc" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">List of Fables</h2> +<ul> +<li> <span class="tocPagenum">Page</span></li> +<li><span class="sc"><a href="#ch1">The Whale and the +Grasshopper</a></span> <span class= +"tocPagenum">1</span></li> +<li><span class="sc"><a href="#ch2">The House in the Valley</a></span> + <span class="tocPagenum">14</span></li> +<li><span class="sc"><a href="#ch3">Peace and War</a></span> + <span class="tocPagenum">26</span></li> +<li><span class="sc"><a href="#ch4">The Valley of the Dead</a></span> + <span class="tocPagenum">36</span></li> +<li><span class="sc"><a href="#ch5">The King of Montobewlo</a></span> + <span class="tocPagenum">51</span></li> +<li><span class="sc"><a href="#ch6">The Dilemma of Matty the +Goat</a></span> <span class= +"tocPagenum">67</span></li> +<li><span class="sc"><a href="#ch7">Ham and Eggs</a></span> + <span class="tocPagenum">101</span></li> +<li><span class="sc"><a href="#ch8">The White Horse of Banba</a></span> + <span class="tocPagenum">117</span></li> +<li><span class="sc"><a href="#ch9">Rebellions</a></span> + <span class="tocPagenum">136</span></li> +<li><span class="sc"><a href="#ch10">Kings and Commoners</a></span> + <span class="tocPagenum">143</span></li> +<li><span class="sc"><a href="#ch11">The Folly of Being +Foolish</a></span> <span class= +"tocPagenum">155</span></li> +<li><span class="sc"><a href="#ch12">The Lady of the Moon</a></span> + <span class="tocPagenum">163</span></li> +<li><span class="sc"><a href="#ch13">A Bargain of Bargains</a></span> + <span class="tocPagenum">177</span></li> +<li><span class="sc"><a href="#ch14">Shauno and the Shah</a></span> + <span class="tocPagenum">191</span></li> +<li><span class="sc"><a href="#ch15">The Mayor of +Loughlaurna</a></span> <span class= +"tocPagenum">212</span></li> +<li><span class="sc"><a href="#ch16">The Land of Peace and +Plenty</a></span> <span class= +"tocPagenum">230</span></li> +<li><span class="sc"><a href="#ch17">The Linnet with the Crown of +Gold</a></span> <span class= +"tocPagenum">242</span></li> +<li><span class="sc"><a href="#ch18">The Man with the Wooden +Leg</a></span> <span class= +"tocPagenum">258</span></li> +<li><span class="sc"><a href="#ch19">The Hermit of the Grove</a></span> + <span class="tocPagenum">278</span></li> +<li><span class="sc"><a href="#ch20">The King of +Goulnaspurra</a></span> <span class= +"tocPagenum">294</span></li> +</ul> +<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb1" href="#pb1" name= +"pb1">1</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div class="body"> +<div id="ch1" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">The Whale and the Grasshopper</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first dropcap">When Padna Dan started talking to his friend +Micus Pat as they walked at a leisurely pace towards the town of +Castlegregory on a June morning, what he said was: “The world is +a wonderful place when you come to think about it, and Ireland is a +wonderful place and so is America, and though there are lots of places +like each other, there’s no place like Ballysantamalo. When +there’s not sunshine there, there’s moonshine, and the +handsomest women in the world live there, and nowhere else except in +Ireland or the churchyards could you find such decent +people.”</p> +<p>“Decency,” said Micus, “when you’re poor is +extravagance, and bad example when you’re rich.” +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb2" href="#pb2" name= +"pb2">2</a>]</span></p> +<p>“And why?” said Padna.</p> +<p>“Well,” said Micus, “because the poor imitate the +rich and the rich give to the poor and when the poor give to each other +they have nothing of their own.”</p> +<p>“That’s communism you’re talking,” said +Padna, “and that always comes before education and enlightenment. +Sure, if the poor weren’t decent they’d be rich, and if the +rich were decent they’d be poor, and if every one had a +conscience there’d be less millionaires.”</p> +<p>“’Tis a poor bird that can’t pick for +himself.”</p> +<p>“But suppose a bird had a broken wing and couldn’t fly +to where the pickings were?” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Well, then bring the pickings to him. That would be +charity.”</p> +<p>“But charity is decency and wisdom is holding your tongue when +you don’t know what you’re talking about.”</p> +<p>“If the people of Ballysantamalo are so decent, how is it that +there are so many bachelors there? Do you think it right to have all +the young women <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb3" href="#pb3" name= +"pb3">3</a>]</span>worrying their heads off reading trashy novels and +doing all sorts of silly things like fixing their hair in a way that +was never intended by nature and doing so for years and years and +having nothing in the end but the trouble of it all?”</p> +<p>“Well, ’tis hard blaming the young men because every +young lady you meet looks better to you than the last until you meet +the next, and so you go from one to another until you’re so old +that no one would marry you at all unless you had lots of money, a bad +liver, and a shaky heart.”</p> +<p>“An old man without any sense, lots of money, a bad liver, and +a shaky heart can always get a young lady to marry him,” said +Micus, “though rheumatics, gout, and a wooden leg are just as +good in such a case.”</p> +<p>“Every bit,” said Padna, “but there’s +nothing like a weak constitution, a cold climate, and a tendency to +pneumonia.”</p> +<p>“Old men are queer,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“They are,” said Padna, “and if they were all only +half as wise as they think they are, then <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb4" href="#pb4" name="pb4">4</a>]</span>there’d be only young +fools in the world. I don’t wonder a bit at the suffragettes. And +a time will come when we won’t know men from women unless someone +tells us so.”</p> +<p>“Wisha, ’tis my belief that there will be a great +reaction some day, because women will never be able to stand the strain +of doing what they please without encountering opposition. When a man +falls into love he falls into trouble likewise, and when a woman +isn’t in trouble you may be sure that there’s something +wrong with her.”</p> +<p>“Well,” said Padna, “I think we will leave the +women where the Devil left St. Peter,—”</p> +<p>“Where was that?” asked Micus.</p> +<p>“Alone,” answered Padna.</p> +<p>“That would be all very fine if they stayed there,” said +Micus.</p> +<p>“Now,” said Padna, “as I was talking of my travels +in foreign parts, I want to tell you about the morning I walked along +the beach at Ballysantamalo, and a warm morning it was too. So I ses to +meself, ‘Padna Dan,’ ses I, ‘what kind of a +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb5" href="#pb5" name= +"pb5">5</a>]</span>fool of a man are you? Why don’t you take a +swim for yourself?’ So I did take a swim, and I swam to the rocks +where the seals go to get their photographs taken, and while I was +having a rest for myself I noticed a grasshopper sitting a short +distance away and ‘pon my word, but he was the most +sorrowful-looking grasshopper I ever saw before or since. Then all of a +sudden a monster whale comes up from the sea and lies down beside him +and ses: ‘Well,’ ses he, ‘is that you? Who’d +ever think of finding you here! Why there’s nothing strange under +the sun but the ways of woman.’</p> +<p>“‘’Tis me that’s here, then,’ ses the +grasshopper. ‘My grandmother died last night and she wasn’t +insured either.’</p> +<p>“‘The practice of negligence is the curse of mankind and +the root of sorrow,’ ses the whale. ‘I suppose the poor old +soul had her fill of days, and sure we all must die, and ’tis +cheaper to be dead than alive at any time. A man never knows that +he’s dead when he is dead, and he never knows he’s alive +until he’s married.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb6" +href="#pb6" name="pb6">6</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘You’re a great one to expatiate on things you +know nothing about like the barbers and the cobblers,’ said the +grasshopper. ‘I only want to know if you’re coming to the +funeral to-morrow.’</p> +<p>“‘I’m sorry I can’t,’ ses the whale. +‘My grandfather is getting married for the tenth time and I was +in China on the last few occasions. I must pay my respects by being +present at to-morrow’s festivities,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘I’m sorry you can’t come,’ ses the +grasshopper, ‘because you are heartily welcome and you’d +add prestige to the ceremony besides.’</p> +<p>“‘I know that,’ ses the whale, ‘but America +don’t care much about ceremony.’</p> +<p>“‘Who told you that?’ ses the grasshopper.</p> +<p>“‘Haven’t I my eyesight, and don’t I read +the newspapers?’ ses the whale.</p> +<p>“‘You mustn’t read the society columns, +then,’ ses the grasshopper.</p> +<p>“‘Wisha, for the love of St. Crispin,’ ses the +whale, ‘have they society columns in the American +newspapers?’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb7" href="#pb7" name= +"pb7">7</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Indeed they have,’ ses the grasshopper, +‘and they oftentimes devote a few columns to other matters when +the dressmakers don’t be busy.’</p> +<p>“‘America is a strange country surely, a wonderful +country, not to say a word about the length and breadth of it. I swam +around it twice last week without stopping, to try and reduce my +weight, and would you believe me that I was tired after the journey, +but the change of air only added to my proportions?’</p> +<p>“‘That’s too bad,’ ses the +grasshopper<span class="corr" id="xd20e399" title= +"Source: ?">.</span></p> +<p>“‘Are you an American?’ ses the whale.</p> +<p>“‘Of course I am,’ ses the grasshopper. ‘You +don’t think ’tis the way I’d be born at sea and no +nationality at all, like yourself. I’m proud of my +country.’</p> +<p>“‘And why, might I ask?’</p> +<p>“‘Well, don’t we produce distinguished Irishmen, +and make Americans of the Europeans and Europeans of the Americans? +Think of all the connoisseurs who wouldn’t buy a work of art in +their own country, when they could go to Europe and pay ten times the +value for the pot-boilers <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb8" href= +"#pb8" name="pb8">8</a>]</span>that does be turned out in the studios +of Paris and London.’</p> +<p>“‘There’s nothing like home industry,’ ses +the whale, ‘in a foreign country, I mean.’</p> +<p>“‘After all, who knows anything about a work of art but +the artist, and very little he knows about it either. A work of art is +like a flower; it grows, it happens. That’s all. And unless you +charge the devil’s own price for it, people will think you are +cheating them.’</p> +<p>“‘Wisha, I suppose the best any one can do is to take +all you can get and if you want to be a philanthropist give away what +you don’t want,’ ses the grasshopper.</p> +<p>“‘All worth missing I catches,’ ses the whale, +‘and all worth catching I misses, like the fisherman who lost the +salmon and caught a crab. How’s things in Europe? I didn’t +see the papers this morning.’</p> +<p>“‘Europe is in a bad way,’ ses the grasshopper. +‘She was preaching civilization for centuries, so that she might +be prepared when war came to annihilate herself.’ <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb9" href="#pb9" name="pb9">9</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘It looks that way to me,’ ses the whale. +‘Is there anything else worth while going on in the +world?’</p> +<p>“‘There’s the Irish question,’ ses the +grasshopper.</p> +<p>“‘Where’s that Ireland is?’ ses the whale. +‘Isn’t that an island to the west of England?’</p> +<p>“‘No,’ ses the grasshopper, ‘but England is +an island to the east of Ireland.’</p> +<p>“‘Wisha,’ ses the whale, ‘it gives me +indigestion to hear people talking about Ireland. Sure, I nearly +swallowed it up by mistake while I was on a holiday in the Atlantic +last year, and I’m sorry now that I didn’t.’</p> +<p>“‘And I’m sorry that you didn’t try,’ +ses the grasshopper. ‘Then you’d know something about +indigestion. The less you have to say about Ireland, the less +you’ll have to be sorry for. Remember that my father came from +Cork.’</p> +<p>“‘Can’t I say what I like?’ ses the +whale.</p> +<p>“‘You can think what you like,’ ses the +grasshopper, ‘but say what other people like if you want to be a +good politician.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb10" href= +"#pb10" name="pb10">10</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘There’s nothing so much abused as +politics,’ ses the whale.</p> +<p>“‘Except politicians,’ ses the grasshopper. +‘Only for the Irish there’d be no one bothering about +poetry and the drama to-day. Only for fools there’d be no wise +people, and only for sprats, hake, and mackerel there’d be no +whales, and a good job that would be too.’</p> +<p>“‘What’s that you’re saying?’ ses the +whale very sharply.</p> +<p>“‘Don’t have me to lose my temper with you,’ +ses the grasshopper.</p> +<p>“‘Wisha, bad luck to your impudence and bad manners, you +insignificant little spalpeen. How dare you insult your +superiors?’ ses the whale.</p> +<p>“‘Who’s my superior?’ says the grasshopper. +‘You, is it?’</p> +<p>“‘Yes, me then,’ says the whale.</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses the grasshopper, ‘there’s +no doubt but vanity, ignorance, and ambition are three wonderful +things, and you have them all.’</p> +<p>“‘Another word from you,’ ses the whale, +‘and I’ll put you where Napoleon put the oysters.’ +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb11" href="#pb11" name= +"pb11">11</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Neither you, nor Napoleon, nor the Kaiser himself and +his hundred million men could do hurt or harm to me. You could have +every soldier in the German army, the French army, and the Salvation +Army looking for me, and I’d put the comether on them +all.’</p> +<p>“‘I can’t stand this any longer,’ ses the +whale, and then and there he hits the rock a whack of his tail, and +when I went to look for the grasshopper, there he was sitting on the +whale’s nose as happy and contented as if nothing had happened. +And when he jumped back to the rock again, he says: ‘A little +exercise when ’tis tempered with discretion never does any harm, +but violent exertion is a very foolish thing if you value your health. +But it is only people who have no sense, but think they have it all, +who make such errors.’</p> +<p>“‘If I could only get a hold of you,’ ses the +whale, ‘I’d knock some of the pride out of you.’</p> +<p>“‘That would be an ungentlemanly way of displaying your +displeasure,’ ses the grasshopper.</p> +<p>“‘I’d scorn,’ ses he, ‘to use violent +means with you, or do you physical injury of any kind. All <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb12" href="#pb12" name="pb12">12</a>]</span>you want +is self control and a little education. You should know that quantity +without quality isn’t as good as quality without +quantity.’</p> +<p>“‘Sure, ’tis I’m the fool to be wasting my +time listening to the likes of you,’ ses the whale. ‘If any +of my own family saw me now, I’d never hear the end of +it.’</p> +<p>“‘Indeed,’ ses the grasshopper, ‘no one +belonging to me would ever recognise me ever again if they thought I +was trying to make a whale behave himself. There would be some excuse +for one of my attainments feeling proud. But as for +you—!’</p> +<p>“‘And what in the name of nonsense can you do except +give old guff out of you?’</p> +<p>“‘I haven’t time to tell you all,’ ses the +grasshopper. ‘But to commence with, I can travel all over the +world and have the use of trains, steamers, sailing ships, and +automobiles and will never be asked to pay a cent, and I can live on +the dry land all my life if I choose, while you can’t live under +water, or over water, on land or on sea, and while all the king’s +horses and all the king’s <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb13" +href="#pb13" name="pb13">13</a>]</span>men couldn’t catch me if +they were trying till the crack of doom, you could be caught by a few +poor ignorant harmless sailors, who wouldn’t know a crow from a +cormorant and who’d sell your old carcass to make oil for foolish +wives to burn and write letters to other people’s husbands and +fill the world with trouble.’</p> +<p>“‘And what about all the whalebone we supplies for +ladies’ corsets and paper knives, and what about all the stories +we make for the novelists and the moving pictures +and—’”</p> +<p>“We’re at the Sprig of Holly now,” said Micus. +“Is it a pint of porter or a bottle of stout you’ll +have?”</p> +<p>“I’ll have a pint, I think,” said Padna. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb14" href="#pb14" name= +"pb14">14</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch2" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">The House in the Valley</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Down in the valley squirrels were busy climbing the +hazel trees; rabbits made bold and ventured from their hiding places to +gambol in the autumnal sunshine; weasels sported among the ferns; birds +sang and insects buzzed, while nature looked on and smiled. Larch, +birch, oak, and sycamore were altogether mingled, and perfect harmony +there was in bower and hedgerow. Everybody came to the valley and +everybody enjoyed coming, because there was no place like it. There was +no color that you could not find there; but if you searched all day and +all night too, only one house could you find in all its leafy splendor. +Nor was it a large house. Just two stories high, with medium-sized +windows below and small dormer <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb15" +href="#pb15" name="pb15">15</a>]</span>windows on top. The roof was +made of thatch, and the thatch, from being bleached in the sun, had +turned to a golden hue. The walls, no one could tell what they were +made of, so well were they covered with ivy and other green creepers. +In the garden in front there were roses, pinks, and geraniums; and in +the garden behind, nasturtiums, money-musk, and golden feather grew on +a rockery made of large stones that were brought from Conlan’s +Strand, where the children of Lir (before they became swans) used to +play and watch the great ships sailing over the seas. It was a +beautiful place to live, was this house, and whosoever looked upon it +never forgot the house in the valley.</p> +<p>“This is a wonderful place, surely!” said a stranger, as +he looked down from a crag and surveyed the winding valley beneath.</p> +<p>“A more wonderful place you could not find in a +lifetime,” responded Micus Pat, as he lit his pipe.</p> +<p>“I believe you,” said the stranger. “Sure, +’tis ten years of my life I’d give to own that +house,” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb16" href="#pb16" name= +"pb16">16</a>]</span>as he pointed to where blue smoke was curling +skywards. “Who built it at all, I’d like to +know?”</p> +<p>“Sit down there,” said Micus Pat, as he pointed to a +fallen tree, “and I’ll tell you.”</p> +<p>And this is what he told:</p> +<p class="tb"></p> +<p>“Well, it all happened when His Royal Highness the Czar of +Russia came on a visit to the Mayor of Cahermore.”</p> +<p>“That must have been a long time ago,” interrupted the +stranger.</p> +<p>“Of course it was,” said Micus. “But, as I was +saying, when His Royal Highness came to the town, there was great +excitement entirely. Every man, woman, and child put on their Sunday +clothes, and never before nor since was there such eating and drinking, +nor such dancing and singing. Flags were flying from the windows and +the housetops, and the birds in the cages and the birds in the trees +sang until they got so hoarse that they couldn’t sing any more. +The Czar himself was delighted, and some say that he grew <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb17" href="#pb17" name="pb17">17</a>]</span>two +inches taller from all he had seen: but he wasn’t much of a man +at that. He was just an inch or so bigger than yourself, and maybe a +bit better looking, but who’d be boasting about such things, +anyway? Well, though the Czar was neither big nor small, good looking +nor bad looking, all the Grand Dukes and Grand Duchesses were the sight +of the world. They too were delighted with themselves and everybody +else, and all went well until the Czar was making his speech, and Bryan +O’Loughlin taking it down in shorthand.”</p> +<p>“What did he want taking down the speech for?” said the +stranger.</p> +<p>“I’m surprised at your ignorance,” said Micus. +“Sure you ought to know that the Czar gets all his speeches +printed and gives them to his children to read during the cold wintry +nights in Russia. There’s so much frost and snow there that His +Royal Highness never leaves his children run about the roads to warm +themselves, like other children, for fear of their getting chilblains +and toothaches.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb18" href="#pb18" +name="pb18">18</a>]</span></p> +<p>“He must be a good father, then,” said the stranger.</p> +<p>“Of course he is,” said Micus, and he proceeded. +“Well, the speech was wonderfully worded and loudly applauded, +and nearly ended, when a loud report rang out like as if some one was +trying to blow up the world—”</p> +<p>“The Lord save us!” said the stranger.</p> +<p>“Amen!” said Micus. “And when the silence was +resumed, some one shouted at the top of his voice. ‘Anarchists! +Anarchists! Anarchists!’”</p> +<p>“What is an anarchist?” asked the stranger.</p> +<p>“An anarchist,” answered Micus, “is one who +don’t know what’s the matter with himself or the world, and +cares as little about his own life as he does about any one +else’s.”</p> +<p>“There are a lot of fools in the world, I’m +thinking,” said the stranger.</p> +<p>“There are, thank God,” replied Micus. “Well, as +true as I’m telling you, every one in the place took to their +heels when the great noise came, except Bryan O’Loughlin and the +Czar himself. And if you looked out through the windows of <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb19" href="#pb19" name="pb19">19</a>]</span>the Town +Hall, you’d see for miles and miles and miles along the roads +nothing but Grand Dukes and fair ladies, soldiers and sailors, and they +flying helter-skelter as though the Devil, or Cromwell himself, was +after them.”</p> +<p>“And what did the Czar himself say?” queried the +stranger.</p> +<p>“‘The pusillanimous varmints,’ ses he, as he trod +the floor with disdain; and then, lo and behold! another blast rang +out, and the Czar with all his swords and medals fell into +Bryan’s arms, and cried out! ‘I’m a dead man,’ +ses he. ‘Bury me with my mother’s people!’</p> +<p>“But he was no more dead than myself, for he only stepped on a +blank cartridge which was dropped by some of the Grand Dukes in the +scrummage for the doors—and that’s what nearly took the +senses from His Royal Highness the Czar of Russia.</p> +<p>“Well, when he came to himself some time after, he ses to +Bryan: ‘You’re a brave man,’ ses he, ‘and you +must be rewarded for your valor,’ and Bryan felt as proud as the +Duke of Wellington <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb20" href="#pb20" +name="pb20">20</a>]</span>and he after putting the comether on poor +Napoleon; and to show how little he cared for danger, he trod on every +cartridge he saw on the floor, and if you were there you’d think +’twas at the battle of Vinegar Hill you were.</p> +<p>“‘Be careful,’ ses the Czar, ‘one of them +cartridges might be loaded. I can see you are a brave man’ (and +he was too, for he was married three times, and he a widower, and he +but three and thirty). ‘There’s nothing like +discretion,’ ses the Czar, ‘if you want to keep alive and +out of trouble.’</p> +<p>“‘I’m afraid of nothing,’ ses Bryan. +‘And I’ll always befriend a stranger in a foreign +country.’</p> +<p>“And when the Czar heard that, he ses: ‘Bryan +O’Loughlin of Cahermore, come here to me,’ and Bryan came. +‘Sit down there,’ ses he, ‘while I fill my +pipe,’ and when his pipe was filled, he up and ses, as he drew a +lot of photographs from his pocket: ‘These are my seven +daughters,’ ses he, and Bryan was delighted and surprised, so he +ses: ‘And is their mother living too?’ ‘She is, +indeed,’ says the Czar, and without <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb21" href="#pb21" name="pb21">21</a>]</span>saying another word he +pulls her photograph out of another pocket, and when Bryan sees it, he +ses: ‘’Pon my word, she’s a fine, decent, grauver +looking woman, and I wouldn’t mind having her for a mother +myself, only she looks too like a protestant.’</p> +<p>“‘She was the Duchess of Skatchachivouchi,’ ses +the Czar.</p> +<p>“‘Is that so? Well, then, she comes of a real decent +family,’ ses Bryan.</p> +<p>“‘Now,’ ses the Czar, ‘I want to reward you +for your wonderful courage, so you can have your choice of my seven +daughters,’ ses he, ‘and I’ll make you Duke of +Siberia besides.’</p> +<p>“But Bryan neither hummed nor hawed, and only asked him for +the fill of his pipe, and when both were puffing away together, ses +Bryan to the Czar: ‘I can see you are a decent man, and I must +thank you for your kindness, and indeed I must say also that your +daughters are fine respectable-looking young women, and I’m sure +that they would make good wives if they were well looked after. But I +promised my last wife, <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb22" href="#pb22" +name="pb22">22</a>]</span>and she on her dying bed, that I would never +marry any one again but the King of Spain’s daughter.’</p> +<p>“And when he had all that said, the Czar looked very sad, and +turned as pale as a ghost, and all he said was: ‘Well, I +couldn’t do any more for you,’ and then ses he: ‘Is +there any place down here where we can have a drink?’</p> +<p>“‘There is,’ said Bryan, ‘down in the glen +at the Fox and Hounds.’</p> +<p>“So off they marched together, and after they treated each +other to three halfs of whiskey each, the Czar looked very tired and +forlorn, and said, as they made a short cut through St. Kevin’s +boreen, and observed the clouds of night coming on from east and west, +and south and north, and not a friend nor an enemy in sight: +‘Well,’ ses he, ‘how the devil am I to reach the +shore in safety? I’m a mighty monarch, and I must have a +bodyguard.’</p> +<p>“To all this, and more besides, Bryan listened, but never a +word did he say until he smoked nearly all the Czar’s tobacco, +and burnt all his <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb23" href="#pb23" +name="pb23">23</a>]</span>matches; and then all of a sudden he ses, +‘Leave it to me,’ ses he. ‘I can get you a +bodyguard.’</p> +<p>“‘I wouldn’t doubt you,’ ses the Czar, as he +slipped him a guinea. ‘You can have this,’ ses he, +‘as you wouldn’t have any of my daughters and be made the +Duke of Siberia. But we’ll none the less be friends,’ ses +he. ‘Life is a tragedy or a comedy according to the way you look +at it.’</p> +<p>“‘The world’s a stage,’ says Bryan, +‘but most of the actors don’t know how to act: they are +only supers at best!’</p> +<p>“‘That’s so,’ ses the Czar. ‘But what +about my bodyguard?’</p> +<p>“‘I’m thinking of it,’ ses Bryan. ‘Do +you know my brother Larry?’</p> +<p>“‘No,’ says the Czar, ‘the pleasure +isn’t mine.</p> +<p>“‘Well, he’s a second corporal in the Ballygarvan +Lancers, and he’s a great friend of the sergeant’s, and +between us I think we can find a bodyguard.’</p> +<p>“And as true as I’m telling you, after supper that night +the Czar of Russia marched through <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb24" +href="#pb24" name="pb24">24</a>]</span>the streets of Cahermore with a +bodyguard of the Ballygarvan Lancers behind and before him, and Bryan +out in front leading the way, with a gun on his shoulder and a sword by +his side, and everybody taking off their hats to him as he +passed.”</p> +<p>“And what happened to the Czar?” inquired the +stranger.</p> +<p>“He went on board his warship and sacked all his generals, +admirals, and Grand Dukes, and when he went back to Russia, he sent +over his architect and masons to build a house for Bryan, and +that’s the house in the valley beyond.”</p> +<p>“And was that the end of Bryan O’Loughlin and the Czar +of Russia?”</p> +<p>“No,” answered Micus. “Every Christmas his Royal +Highness used to send Bryan Christmas cards from himself and the wife +and children, and a box of blessed candles besides, and a bag of +birdseed for the linnets, and sweetpea seed for the garden also; and +there was no happier man in the whole world than Bryan till the day he +died. And that’s the end of my story.” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb25" href="#pb25" name="pb25">25</a>]</span></p> +<p>“I think ’tis time to be going home now,” said the +stranger. “The swallows are flying low, and night will be +overtaking me before I will be over the mountain.”</p> +<p>“Don’t get wet, whatever you do,” said Micus. +“It’s bad for the rheumatics.” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb26" href="#pb26" name="pb26">26</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch3" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">Peace and War</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">What about the story you promised to tell me last +night?” said Micus to his friend Padna.</p> +<p>“Draw your chair closer to the fire, and you’ll hear +it,” said Padna, and this is what he told:</p> +<p class="tb"></p> +<p>“Johnny Moonlight was so called because of his love of +nocturnal rambling, and Peep o’ Day won his name because he rose +every morning to see the sun rising. Johnny and Peep were neighbors, +and it was no unusual thing for Johnny to meet Peep as he wended his +way home while Peep wended his way from it. Johnny was the more +loquacious of the two, and when Peep, who rose earlier than was his +wont, saw him watching the reflection of the moon in the placid waters +of Glenmoran Bay, he up and ses: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb27" +href="#pb27" name="pb27">27</a>]</span></p> +<p>“What are you doing at all, at all, Johnny?”</p> +<p>“I am watching the moonbeams glistening on the waters,” +replied Johnny, “and what greater pleasure could any man have and +all for nothing too?”</p> +<p>“’Tis a glorious and a beautiful sight, surely, but the +greatest of all pleasures is to see the sun rising and to listen to the +birds singing in the bushes and to hear the cocks crowing and clapping +their wings, not to say a word about watching the flowers opening up +and drinking the morning dew. ’Tis in the morning that the world +rejoices, and in the morning we see the work of God everywhere, and +’tis only in the darkness of the night that the badness comes +upon men. Everybody loves the morning, and all the poets have written +about it.”</p> +<p>“Don’t be bothering me about the poets. I’d rather +walk by the light of the moon through the glens and the woods, through +the winding boreens when the hawthorn and woodbine are in bloom, or by +the shore of the bay when the world does be sleeping, and have nothing +to disturb <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb28" href="#pb28" name= +"pb28">28</a>]</span>my thoughts, except maybe a rabbit skedaddling +through the ferns, or a banshee wailing when some one gets killed in +the wars, than to see the sun breaking through the clouds at the grey +of dawn.</p> +<p>“There’s a lonesomeness and a queerness about the +beginning of everything, and ’twas always the shaky feeling that +came over me when I stayed out so late as to be caught by the rising +sun on the roadside. But every man is entitled to his own opinion until +he gets married, so we won’t quarrel, because people who quarrel +are always sorry for the things they say and the things they forget to +say.”</p> +<p>“You can’t change a man’s opinion,” said +Peep, “unless you change himself, and then he’d be some one +else and stick to his own opinion the same as any of us.”</p> +<p>“That’s true,” said Johnny, “and +there’s nothing worse than truth except lies. People only tell +the truth when they are afraid of telling lies and then they must lie +about it before any one believes them. <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb29" href="#pb29" name="pb29">29</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Truth will make lies all fall to pieces, but more lies will +patch them together again. So ’tis as good to be such a liar that +nobody believes you as to be so fond of the truth that no one would +trust you.”</p> +<p>“Wisha, for goodness’ sake, do you think that I have +nothing else to do but getting my brains twisted trying to follow your +contrary reasoning, which only leads a sensible man into confusion and +bewilderment? What’s the use of anything if you don’t know +how to enjoy yourself?”</p> +<p>“Devil the bit, and why people should go to the inconvenience +of annoying themselves in order to please nobody is more than I can +understand.”</p> +<p>“If people could understand why they’re sensible +they’d become foolish, and if they could understand why +they’re foolish they’d become sensible. But as the wise and +the foolish will never know what’s the matter with each other, +there will be always trouble in the world.”</p> +<p>“There will be always trouble while women are <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb30" href="#pb30" name="pb30">30</a>]</span>allowed +to have their own way and their husbands’ money.”</p> +<p>“There’s no sentiment in women.”</p> +<p>“None whatever, but they are all able to act and play any part +that the exigencies of the occasion may require, and that’s +better than having an abundance of sentiment or any other quality that +hinders one’s progress in a world of hypocrisy and +conventionality.”</p> +<p>“’Tis the great flow of words you have, to be sure, not +to say a word about your common-sense. Was it from reading books that +you got all your knowledge?”</p> +<p>“It wasn’t, indeed, but from observing the ways of all +the strange creatures on the face of the earth from man to the +ants.”</p> +<p>“The world is a queer place. Nothing but war of some kind or +other while you’re alive and peace only when you’re dead, +and then there may be no peace either, for all we know.”</p> +<p>“’Tis thinking I am that you’re right, and if +you’ll listen, I’ll tell you what happened as I was +sauntering about by myself last night.” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb31" href="#pb31" name="pb31">31</a>]</span></p> +<p>“I’ll listen, to be sure,” said Peep.</p> +<p>“Well,” said Johnny, “as I was walking along by +the Faery Fort, I heard some one singing, so I quickened my pace and +came upon two strange looking gentlemen who were marching to the tune +of ‘Home, Sweet Home.’ And when I ses: ‘Good +night,’ they answered back and ses: ‘Good night kindly, +sir,’ ses they. ‘Who may we have the pleasure of talking +to?’ ‘To Johnny Moonlight,’ ses I. ‘And who may +I be talking to?’ ‘Don’t you know us,’ says +they altogether. ‘Erra, of course I do,’ ses I. ‘Who +would ye be but Oliver Cromwell and the Devil himself? And what may ye +be doing here?’</p> +<p>“‘We’re on our way home after a trip to +Europe,’ ses the Devil, ‘and we’d be glad to have the +pleasure of your company.’</p> +<p>“‘Your kindness is embarrassing,’ ses I. +‘Indeed I couldn’t think of accepting such +hospitality.’</p> +<p>“‘Well, you can go to Belgium for all I care,’ ses +the Devil. ‘But clear out of me sight, anyway, or I’ll hand +you over to me friend Oliver.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb32" href="#pb32" name="pb32">32</a>]</span>So with that they sat +down on a ditch and commenced talking, and I stole up behind, and this +is what I heard:</p> +<p>“‘I’m homesick,’ ses Cromwell.</p> +<p>“‘So am I,’ ses the Devil, ‘and disappointed +too. Europe is in a bad way, God help us!’</p> +<p>“‘Indeed it is, and I don’t think we ought to tell +Napoleon anything about what we saw.”</p> +<p>“‘’Twould only spoil his conceit to think that the +world could be in such a condition and he not there to share in the +glory.’</p> +<p>“‘’Tisn’t talking about Napoleon I’d +be, if I were you. Sure it’s yourself has fallen on evil days. +You thought that you could have a nice quiet holiday for yourself in +Europe, but your nerves couldn’t stand all the horrors of the +war, so you must needs hurry home to recuperate and look after your own +people,’ ses Cromwell.</p> +<p>“‘I can stand as much as you at any time,’ ses the +Devil.</p> +<p>“‘Well, you must not have read the history of +Ireland,’ ses Cromwell.</p> +<p>“‘And if I didn’t, do you think I’d have you +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb33" href="#pb33" name= +"pb33">33</a>]</span>for a companion? I’m as good a man as you +ever were,’ ses the Devil.</p> +<p>“‘You may be as good,’ ses Cromwell, ‘but +I’ll acknowledge no superiority from you or any one +else.’</p> +<p>“‘It don’t look well for us to be quarreling, +Oliver,’ ses the Devil.</p> +<p>“‘That’s true. We should always be a source of +comfort and consolation to each other. And we will, too. Indeed, it +isn’t fair to us to have Ireland as she is these +times.’</p> +<p>“‘What’s wrong now?’ ses the Devil.</p> +<p>“‘Wisha, nothing in particular,’ ses Cromwell.</p> +<p>“‘Ireland has always been a great bother to myself and +England,’ ses the Devil.</p> +<p>“‘She has never helped us, more’s the pity,’ +ses Cromwell.</p> +<p>“‘And ’tis yourself made a great impression on the +minds of the Irish people,’ ses the Devil.</p> +<p>“‘Indeed and I did,’ ses Cromwell, ‘and on +the English people too, and sure there’s no one better known at +home than ourselves.’</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses the Devil, ‘’tis said +that a man <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb34" href="#pb34" name= +"pb34">34</a>]</span>only gets as much as he deserves, except when +he’s married. And no man is a prophet in his own +country.’</p> +<p>“‘True!’ ses Cromwell. ‘The eaten loaf is +soon forgotten, and the English people would forget me if they +could.’</p> +<p>“‘Don’t worry,’ says the Devil. ‘The +Irish will never allow them to do that.’</p> +<p>“‘I suppose my memory will be always kept green by the +Irish,’ ses Cromwell.</p> +<p>“‘Of course,’ ses the Devil. ‘Of course it +will. And what greater proof can you have of the inconsistency of +mankind?’</p> +<p>“‘There’s nothing more consistent than man’s +inconsistency,’ ses Cromwell.</p> +<p>“‘Except woman’s, of course,’ ses the Devil. +‘Sure I can’t understand the creatures at all.’</p> +<p>“<span class="corr" id="xd20e739" title= +"Not in source">‘</span>I’m glad to hear you say so,’ +ses Cromwell, ‘because if we could understand them, there would +be no more surprises left for us.’”</p> +<p class="tb"></p> +<p>“You have a wonderful memory, Johnny,” said Peep, +“an’ I’ll be glad to hear the remainder <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb35" href="#pb35" name="pb35">35</a>]</span>of your +story when the moon sails over the hills again. I’ll be off now, +for the sun is rising, and I must be alone to enjoy myself.”</p> +<p>“God speed you,” ses Johnny. “Two is a crowd when +a man’s feeling sleepy.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb36" href="#pb36" name="pb36">36</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch4" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">The Valley of the Dead</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Large dark clouds, lined and fringed with a snowy +whiteness, were floating about in a starry sky, when Padna Dan vacated +his chair by the glowing hearth, where faggots blazed and a kettle +sang, and where his large black dog and small white cat lay asleep and +snored in chorus that made a strange harmony with the crackling of the +dried oak branches in the grate. When he reached the half door, the +moon was hiding behind a rift of cloud; and as he watched it emerge +from its hiding place and sail into a starlit region, he up and +said:</p> +<p>“Sure ’tis myself that’s like the moon, with my +goings in and my comings out, and with my exits and my entrances, and +the glory that sometimes <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb37" href= +"#pb37" name="pb37">37</a>]</span>does be on my brow and the shadows +that at other times hide my face. Sometimes not a single thing hinders +my progress, from cock-crow to sundown, and other times everything +capable of disturbing a man’s peace and quiet confronts me at +every turn. But, nevertheless, I manage to steer clear of all obstacles +and evade all that might upset me in any way, and show a smiling face +to the world, like the moon itself.”</p> +<p>And then he filled a new clay pipe, that came all the way from +France, and was presented to him by his youngest granddaughter, as a +birthday gift, and sauntered along the boreen towards the Valley of the +Dead. And as he wended his lonely way, without looking to the right or +the left, and trampled down the tall grass that the sleeping cows, and +the sleeping sheep, and the sleeping donkeys were dreaming +about,—the very same tall grass that on the morrow they would +greedily feast on,—and as his footfalls startled wandering +rabbits, badgers, hares, and foxes, and they roaming from place to +place at the dead of night, he only thought of the world beyond the +stars <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb38" href="#pb38" name= +"pb38">38</a>]</span>and of those who had gone to dwell there. And so +eerie an atmosphere did he create about himself that he might have been +a fairy or an elf without care or sorrow for the past or future, but a +love of the things that be. And not until he reached the top of a high +hill, from which he could see in the moonlight the towering spires of +distant churches, where a red light is always kept burning before the +high altars, did he stand and rest. And he did not sit down until he +found a comfortable seat on a projecting ledge of rock, overlooking a +long winding valley covered with larch and beech trees, sloe and +crabapple, and all kinds of thorny underwood.</p> +<p>The rising mist, as it spread through the trees along the serpentine +course of the valley, seemed like some fabulous monster devouring all +that came in its way. And as he sat with his feet dangling in the air, +the sound of familiar footsteps caused him to look from the mist to +where the sound came from near by. And lo and behold! whom did he see +but his old friend Micus. And what he said, before Micus had time to +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb39" href="#pb39" name= +"pb39">39</a>]</span>say anything at all, or get over his surprise, +was:</p> +<p>“Well, well, well! Who’d ever think of meeting any one +at the dead of night like this? And the stars themselves nearly hidden +by the dark clouds, that are drifting about in the spacious and +likewise wondrous sky.”</p> +<p>“Sure ’tis disappointed as well as surprised that I am, +to find any one but myself out of doors, and the whole world on its +knees, so to speak, praying for the dead,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“This is All Souls’ Night, of course,” said +Padna.</p> +<p>“Or the Night of All Souls, if you will,” said Micus. +“And sure, ’tis we that are the queer creatures entirely, +and we that does be praying for the dead and not caring a traneen about +the living, unless, maybe, when we can take advantage of their decency +and generosity.”</p> +<p>“’Tis true, indeed, ’tis true! Though ’tis +with shame that I must admit it. However, don’t leave any one +hear you saying so but myself,” said Padna. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb40" href="#pb40" name="pb40">40</a>]</span></p> +<p>“And who would hear me at all?” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Well, any one of the people who will be marching down the +road when the fairies will go to their homes in the mountains,” +said Padna.</p> +<p>“And when will that be?” said Micus.</p> +<p>“When the clocks will strike the midnight hour,” said +Padna. “Then all the dead will arise from their graves, and march +along the road to the Valley of the Dead, beyond, and return from +whence they came before to-morrow’s sun will emblazon the east +with its dazzling light.”</p> +<p>“I’m surprised at that,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“You should be surprised at nothing,” said Padna. +“That’s if you want to maintain a solid equanimity. But +hold your tongue for a while, and cast your eye along the valley, and +watch the mist gathering on the furze and sloe trees. And in a minute +or two, the moon will come from behind a cloud, and the most glorious +sight that ever met the gaze of man will unfold itself before you. The +mist will soon cover all the trees, and you will see nothing at all but +one long serpentine <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb41" href="#pb41" +name="pb41">41</a>]</span>trail of vapour, into which all the armies of +the dead will plunge with a wild fury that will make every hair on your +head stand on end and nearly freeze the very marrow in your bones with +cold fear.”</p> +<p>“And what’s all the hurry about; why won’t they +take their time?”</p> +<p>“They can’t,” said Padna. “From life to +death is but a step, and we must follow some master or be driven by +another until the threshold of eternity is crossed.”</p> +<p>“I hear the clock of some distant church striking the midnight +hour.”</p> +<p>“So do I. And I can see the army of the dead +approaching!”</p> +<p>“The devil a one of me can see anything or any one, except a +fox scampering through the boreen beyond, with a water hen in his +mouth,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Look, look,” said Padna, as he pointed with the stem of +his pipe. “There they come: all the people who dwelt on this holy +island since God made the world, and man made mistakes. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb42" href="#pb42" name="pb42">42</a>]</span>I can +see them all. There’s Brian Boru’s army, with Brian himself +out in front, and he holding the golden crucifix the same as he carried +it to battle when he drove the Danes from our shores.”</p> +<p>“I don’t see him at all,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Look, there he is mounted on the black charger that trampled +and crushed to death the valorous invaders who were foolish enough to +come in his way. Look, how he prances and shakes his mane and sniffs +the air. He was the King of all the black horses, and when he was shot +through the heart by an arrow, his spirit flew away to the world beyond +the fleecy clouds, but, as it could never rest, it came back to earth +again, and now dwells in all the black horses of the world. And they, +each and every one, are pledged to avenge the death of Brian and his +war steed. So if ever you see a black horse on a lonely road or crowded +street, with a fiery look in his eye, keep out of his way unless you +love Granuaile, or he will trample you with his iron hoofs until you +are dead.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb43" href="#pb43" name= +"pb43">43</a>]</span></p> +<p>“I can see neither horses nor men,” persisted Micus.</p> +<p>“They are all passing into the valley now, and I can see the +soldiers keeping step to the music.”</p> +<p>“What are they playing?”</p> +<p>“What would they be playing, but Brian Boru’s march, of +course.”</p> +<p>“I haven’t heard a sound.”</p> +<p>“Don’t you hear the war pipes and the stamp of the +soldiers’ feet?”</p> +<p>“I hear no sound at all.”</p> +<p>“It is most wonderful music. It filled the hearts of the Irish +soldiers with courage, the like of which astonished mankind, and drove +terror into the hearts of the invaders as they ran to the sea and got +drowned. It fills me with courage now, and will instil valour into +every Irish heart until the crack of doom. Don’t you hear it +yet?”</p> +<p>“No, I hear nothing.”</p> +<p>“It grows fainter and fainter,” said Padna. “The +army is now in the valley but ‘twill return when winter gives way +to spring, and spring gives way to summer, and when summer gives way to +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb44" href="#pb44" name= +"pb44">44</a>]</span>autumn, and when All Souls’ Night will come +again.”</p> +<p>“When the Christmas daisies wither, and when the daffodils and +the bog lilies and the blue-bell and the hyacinth bloom again, and when +the gooseberry and black-currant bushes are laden down with fruit, and +when the green leaves turn to brown and the autumnal breeze scatters +them on the roadside, we may be dead ourselves,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Hush,” said Padna, “here come all the bards and +minstrels that loved poor Granuaile, and sang her praises, on the +mountain side, on the scaffold, behind prison bars, at home and in +distant lands. At morning and at evening, at noon and at night, in +early youth and at the brink of the grave. And sad they all look +too,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“The world is a sad place for those who can see sorrow,” +said Micus. “Granuaile herself is sad, because for centuries she +has lived in sorrow. She weeps for her own sons and the sons of all +nations. She wakes with a smile in the morning, but when the dark cloak +of night is flung on the <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb45" href= +"#pb45" name="pb45">45</a>]</span>world, her eyes are always filled +with tears. And when nobody does be looking, she weeps, and weeps, and +weeps!”</p> +<p>“It is for the sins of men she weeps.”</p> +<p>“And for the contrariness of women.”</p> +<p>“And for the folly of children, whether they be grown up with +beards upon their chins, or in their teens and staying up the nights +writing love letters for their philandering sweethearts to laugh at and +show to their worthless friends so that they may do +likewise.”</p> +<p>“Granuaile is the Queen of Beauty.”</p> +<p>“And of valour, and of purity, and of goodness. All her lovers +are coming along the road.”</p> +<p>“Is Parnell there?”</p> +<p>“Of course, he’s there. And he with a look of melancholy +on him that would melt a stone to tears.”</p> +<p>“’Twas Granuaile broke his heart.”</p> +<p>“Granuaile would break any one’s heart.”</p> +<p>“Poor Parnell hated England.”</p> +<p>“But he loved Ireland! And never forgot her wherever he +travelled.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb46" href="#pb46" +name="pb46">46</a>]</span></p> +<p>“The Irish are the great travellers, and it would seem indeed +that the world itself is too small for them. Who else do you +see?”</p> +<p>“I see St. Patrick himself, and all the holy bishops, and they +looking as respectable, and as contented and as prosperous as +ever.”</p> +<p>“’Twas they that saved us from Paganism.”</p> +<p>“That’s so. But ’twas religion that kept Granuaile +poor.”</p> +<p>“’Tis as well, maybe. Who’d be rich and with power +enough to cripple Christianity, like others, just for the sake of +saying that one race or one country was better than another?”</p> +<p>“Man will never get real sense.”</p> +<p>“Not until he loses his pride.”</p> +<p>“And his arrogance and his selfishness.”</p> +<p>“What are you looking at now?”</p> +<p>“I’m not looking at anything in particular, but watching +to see my great, great, great grandaunt Helen of Aughrim.”</p> +<p>“Who was she?”</p> +<p>“She was the most beautiful of all womankind.” +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb47" href="#pb47" name= +"pb47">47</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Maybe she passed by unknownst to you.”</p> +<p>“She has not passed yet. I could recognise her by her queenly +gait. They say she was the most beautiful woman that ever lived and had +as may lovers as Granuaile herself.”</p> +<p>“And whom did she marry?”</p> +<p>“No one at all.”</p> +<p>“And what is her story then?”</p> +<p>“Listen, and I’ll tell you.”</p> +<p>“I’ll listen,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“As I have already told you, for beauty and elegance there was +never the likes of Helen of Aughrim, and though every one who laid eyes +on her fell in love, she never fell in love with any one at +all.”</p> +<p>“And who did she like best of the lot?”</p> +<p>“Maurice the Rover. And when he was a young man of three +sevens, he up and ses to her: ‘Helen’ ses he, ‘will +you marry me?’ But she said she would wed no man, and told him to +search the whole wide world for some one more beautiful. So he sailed +away that very hour, and for seven years he travelled, and travelled, +and <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb48" href="#pb48" name= +"pb48">48</a>]</span>travelled, up hill and down dale, but could find +no one more beautiful. And then he returned and told her his story. But +all she said when she heard it, was: ‘Try again,’ ses she. +And away over the seas he sailed again, and searched until seven more +years had passed away, and he returned again, and he said, +‘Helen’; but she interrupted and ses: ‘I know what +you are going to say,’ ses she. ‘But all I can say to you, +is try again.’</p> +<p>“And so he came and went every seven years, only to get the +same answer, and the years passed, and his hair turned white, and his +eyes grew dim, and the stateliness of Helen’s figure disappeared, +and deep lines were on her brow, and once again, he up and ses: +‘Helen,’ ses he, ‘will you marry me?’ And for +the first time her eyes filled with tears, and she ses: ‘You are +a faithful lover,’ ses she, ‘and I will marry you on the +morrow.’ But when he came on the morrow, she was dead.”</p> +<p>“Is that a true story?” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Of course, ’tis a true story. I can see them +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb49" href="#pb49" name= +"pb49">49</a>]</span>now walking along the road arm in arm. And +’tis seven years ago since I saw them before, and ‘twill be +seven years before I will see them again. But they will walk along the +road to the Valley of the Dead every seven years, until the stars fall +from the sky and time is no more,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“Love is a wonderful thing.”</p> +<p>“A wonderful thing, surely.”</p> +<p>“And a faithful lover is the dearest treasure of +all.”</p> +<p>“Without love, there is no life, for its roots are centered in +the heart of God.”</p> +<p>“Without love the world would wither up, and every plant and +shrub and flower would die. And when I die, I hope I will be with my +friends.”</p> +<p>“And while I live, I hope that I will be with mine.”</p> +<p>“Friendship is a great thing.”</p> +<p>“Love is greater.”</p> +<p>“What are you waiting here for?”</p> +<p>“Nothing at all. The last of the great army <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb50" href="#pb50" name="pb50">50</a>]</span>has +passed into the Valley, and I will go home and pray for the +dead,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“And I will go home and pray for the living,” said +Micus.</p> +<p>“Good night,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“Good morning, you mean,” said Micus. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb51" href="#pb51" name="pb51">51</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch5" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">The King of Montobewlo</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">“I wonder,” said Padna Dan to his friend +Micus Pat, as they strolled along a country road together, “if +you ever heard the story of the King of Montobewlo.”</p> +<p>“Who the blazes is or was the King of Montobewlo?” said +Micus.</p> +<p>“The King of Montobewlo was such a man as you only meet once +in a lifetime, and if you will only hold your tongue and keep quiet, I +will tell you all about him,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“I’ll hold my tongue, of course,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Well,” said Padna, “the King of Shonahulu was +getting old and cranky, and the poor devil suffered badly from +frost-bite and rheumatics besides; so he up and ses to Hamando, who +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb52" href="#pb52" name= +"pb52">52</a>]</span>was his chief cook and private secretary: +‘Hamando,’ ses he, ‘I think I must have a change in +my dietary. What have you for dinner to-day?’</p> +<p>“‘I have nothing in the way of dainties,’ ses +Hamando. ‘The last missionary was boiled with the cabbage +yesterday.’</p> +<p>“‘That’s too bad,’ ses the King. +‘There seems to be a great scarcity of missionaries in these +parts lately. I wonder whatsomever can be the reason at all.’</p> +<p>“‘There must be some reason,’ ses Hamando, +‘because there is a reason for everything, even for unreasonable +things.’</p> +<p>“‘That’s a fact, bedad,<span class="corr" id= +"xd20e979" title="Source: ”">’</span> ses the King, as he +killed a mosquito on Hamando’s nose with a cudgel, and stretched +poor Hamando flat on the ground.</p> +<p>“‘Wisha,’ ses Hamando, as he picked himself up +after the unmerciful clout he got, ‘I suppose it must be the way +the English people are learning sense at last and keeping them at home +to look after the suffragettes, or else that England has as much land +as she is able to control.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb53" +href="#pb53" name="pb53">53</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘I don’t think that can be the reason,’ ses +the King. ‘What does it matter to England whether she can control +a place or not, so long as she owns it. Take Ireland, for +instance.’</p> +<p>“‘Yes, bedad,’ ses Hamando. ‘England can +blunder magnificently when dealing with Irish affairs. And her +wonderful stupidity has lost her not only all the Irish in America, but +the Irish in other countries as well. However, the English are a +far-seeing and a very polite class of people, and that’s why they +send out pious and well-meaning missionaries to lay the foundation +stones, so to speak, of the Empire beyond the seas.’</p> +<p>“‘True,’ ses the King. ‘And ’tis an +ill wind that blows nobody good, as the Devil said when the forty +tinkers of Ballinderry were lost at sea. Nevertheless, there’s no +one likes the missionaries better than ourselves, even though I do say +so myself.’</p> +<p>“‘Very true, indeed,’ ses Hamando.</p> +<p>“‘By the way,’ ses the King, ‘was the last +one we had for dinner a Scotchman or a Welshman?’ <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb54" href="#pb54" name="pb54">54</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘I don’t know,’ ses Hamando. ‘He +spoke like a Yorkshireman, but he tasted like a Dutchman.’</p> +<p>“‘I’m tired of foreigners like the Dutch,’ +ses the King, ‘and I wouldn’t mind having an Irishman for +dinner to-day if you could secure one.’</p> +<p>“‘I don’t believe there’s an Irishman to be +had for love, money, or an argument,’ ses Hamando.</p> +<p>“‘Nonsense, man,’ ses the King. ‘Do you +think ’tis in Jupiter or Mars you are? There’s only one +place where you can’t find an Irishman, and you’d find one +there too, only the Devil likes to have his own way in all matters. But +no more old palaver, and search my dominions at once, and if you +can’t find an Irishman, I’ll make vegetarians of each and +every one of my loyal subjects.’</p> +<p>“‘I’ll do my best to oblige you,’ ses +Hamando, and away he went to the Prince of Massahala, who was also +Commander-in-Chief of the Army, and Secretary for the Colonies, and +there and then the Prince gathered his army of ten hundred <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb55" href="#pb55" name="pb55">55</a>]</span>thousand +men, and searched the mountains, and the valleys, and the caves and the +hills, and the towns and the villages, but no trace of an Irishman +could he find. And when he returned and told the story of his exploits +and adventures to the King, there was never such ructions on land or +sea. The King, who was never a man of mild disposition, nearly exploded +from the sheer dint of anger, and he up and ses as his eyes bulged out +of their sockets: ‘Do you mean to tell me that there isn’t +a single Irishman to be had in all my dominions?’</p> +<p>“‘We’ve searched high up and low down, but +couldn’t find a trace of one anywhere,’ ses the Prince.</p> +<p>“‘Was it the way you were all blindfolded?’ ses +the King, and he looked as though he was about to hand them over to the +State Executioner, and order their skins to be sold for making gloves +for the ladies of Paris, Ballingeary, and the United States.</p> +<p>“‘Are there any Jews within the borders of my +territory?’ ses he. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb56" href= +"#pb56" name="pb56">56</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘There are two Jews for every fool in the +community,’ ses the Prince.</p> +<p>“‘Well, then,’ ses the King, ‘there must be +an Irishman about somewhere. And I’m thinking there is a leak in +your memory, or else your education was sorely neglected. You should +know at this hour of your life, if you know anything at all, that the +Irish race was destined by Providence to make things easy for mankind +in general, but the Jews in particular.’</p> +<p>“When the Prince heard this, he told his men to get ready for +the road, and he marched at the head of his army to where the Jews were +located, and sure enough, there he found the one and only Irishman in +the whole country, and he brought him before the King. And when the +King laid his optics on him, he up and ses: ‘Holy smoke and +tailors’ trimmings,’ ses he, ‘where did you bring +that red head from?’</p> +<p>“‘Oh,’ ses the Irishman, ‘I never even asked +myself that question, but I dare say I must have brought it from +Denmark.’</p> +<p>“‘From Denmark?’ ses the King with surprise. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb57" href="#pb57" name= +"pb57">57</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Yes,’ ses the Irishman; ‘’twas my +great-grandfather’s great-grandfather’s +great-grandfather’s father who killed Brian Boru at the Battle of +Clontarf.’</p> +<p>“‘Is that a fact?’ ses the King.</p> +<p>“‘’Tis a solid fact,’ ses Cormac McDermot, +for that was his name.</p> +<p>“‘Well, be the seven pipers of Ballymacthomas,’ +ses the King, ‘that bates Bannagher. The man who killed Brian +Boru was no slaumeen, by all accounts. And I like nothing better, when +my day’s work is done, than to read the exploits of Brian, and +his compatriots the Knights of the Red Branch, for herself and the +children.’</p> +<p>“‘Are you fond of reading?’ ses Cormac.</p> +<p>“‘There’s nothing gives me more pleasure,’ +ses the King, ‘except teaching my chef to cook a Scotchman, and +’tis as hard to catch as ’tis to cook one.’</p> +<p>“‘I have heard of a Scotchman who was caught one +time,’ ses Cormac.</p> +<p>“‘When he was dead, I suppose,’ ses the King.</p> +<p>“‘Yes,’ ses Cormac. <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb58" href="#pb58" name="pb58">58</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘The time is flying, and a man gets hungry, and angry +likewise, and there you are gabbing away, and myself waiting for dinner +for the last three hours, and you showing no consideration for me at +all. What way would you like to be cooked?’ ses the King. +‘You must be killed first, of course, though sometimes we does +the cooking and the killing together, without as much as wasting a word +about it. Howsomever, I am always lenient to the Irish, for I have an +English strain in my temperament, and that’s why I am giving you +your choice in the matter of cooking.’</p> +<p>“‘Well, bedad, to tell the truth, I’m not a bit +particular about the cooking, but I am a trifle concerned about the +killing. And before you will send me to my grave, I would like your +Majesty to grant me one request,’ ses Cormac.</p> +<p>“‘And what’s that?’ ses the King, as he +looked at his watch, for he was getting hungry and impatient.</p> +<p>“‘’Tis that I will be allowed to sing my swan +song, so to speak, before I will die.’ <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb59" href="#pb59" name="pb59">59</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Sing away to your heart’s content,’ ses +the King. And the words were no sooner spoken than Cormac commenced to +sing ‘The Valley Lay Smiling Before Me,’ and when he +finished the last verse, there wasn’t a dry handkerchief in the +multitude that gathered around.</p> +<p>“‘Bedad,’ ses the King, ‘that was well sung, +and we’ll have “The Bard of Armagh,” now, if you +please. ’Twas my poor mother’s favourite song.’</p> +<p>“And when Cormac finished, the King shook hands with him and +thanked him for his singing and in the same breath said +‘good-by’ as he was in a hurry to have him cooked for +supper. Well, there wasn’t much of the fool about Cormac, so he +up and ses to the King: ‘If I am causing your Majesty any +inconvenience, I am sorry, but as one good turn deserves another, I +think it is only fair to tell you that whoever eats even the smallest +piece of myself, either raw or cooked, will immediately be turned into +a tombstone like you’d see at Monasterboice. And after +four-and-twenty hours, shamrocks <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb60" +href="#pb60" name="pb60">60</a>]</span>will sprout on them, and then a +great wind will spring up and scatter the leaves of the shamrock all +over your territory, and whenever a leaf will fall on any of your +subjects, they will be instantly turned into Irishmen, and then may the +Lord have mercy on the foreigners.’</p> +<p>“‘Is it the truth you are telling, you foxy +rascal?’ ses the King, and he looks very uneasy too.</p> +<p>“‘If you don’t believe me, why don’t you +kill me and find out?’ ses Cormac. ‘I’m nearly tired +of living anyway.’</p> +<p>“The King got the fright of his life when he heard what Cormac +said, and never another word did he utter about the killing or the +cooking either, but ses he, when he recovered: ‘Give us another +song,’ ses he, and then and there Cormac started ‘Then +You’ll Remember Me,’ and the King was so much impressed +that he told Hamando to fetch some tea, biscuits, and missionary +sandwiches, for he thought Cormac was looking fatigued. And when Cormac +ate the biscuits, drank the tea, but refused the sandwiches, because +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb61" href="#pb61" name= +"pb61">61</a>]</span>it was Friday, he thanked the King for his +thoughtfulness, and said that he was glad to see His Majesty upholding +the true Christian principles by treating his enemies with such +consideration. ‘Anyway,’ ses he, ‘’tis always +good policy to be on friendly terms with your enemies, or those who are +likely to become your enemies. But always beware of diplomats,’ +ses he, ‘because diplomacy is only a wolf in sheep’s +clothing.’</p> +<p>“‘That’s so,’ ses the King, as he sharpened +a pencil and drew a map of his dominions. ‘Now,’ ses he, +‘I’m going to make you a little present,’ and there +and then he cut off three-fourths of his country and gave it to Cormac. +‘You can plant a hedge of skeeory bushes to divide our lands, and +I will now make you King of Montobewlo, in presence of Hamando and +myself. And I’ll appoint you General Inspector of Cruelty to +Animals, Children, and Insects besides. But,’ ses he, ‘it +is absolutely necessary that you should become a real black man first, +so you might as well strip off now, and have yourself washed in Injun +ink, and you can send your old clothes to <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb62" href="#pb62" name="pb62">62</a>]</span>the King of Portugal, +because he is out of a job at present, and it may be a long time before +he gets one.’</p> +<p>“‘I’ll be only too pleased to send him my old +clothes,’ ses Cormac, ‘because ’tis only right that +kings should help each other, and have benefit societies like the +bricklayers, and the market gardeners.’</p> +<p>“Well, when Cormac was washed in a tub of Injun ink, he was +the purtiest-looking black man that ever was seen. And when his +innumerable subjects saw his bulging muscles and red head, they were so +impressed that some of them died of shock, but Cormac, like the decent +man he was, had them all buried with military honours. His coronation +was the grandest affair that ever was, and when the ceremony was all +over, the King up and ses to him: ‘Cormac, King of +Montobewlo,’ ses he, ‘how many wives do you want? Three +hundred or three thousand?’</p> +<p>“‘Ten thousand thanks for your kind offer,’ ses +Cormac, ‘but for the good of my nerves, and my people in general, +I think I’ll remain a bachelor. <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb63" href="#pb63" name="pb63">63</a>]</span>Of course,’ ses he, +‘wives are only women anyway, and where there are women there is +jealousy, and where there’s jealousy there is trouble. +Women,’ ses he, ‘are all right to look at, but they are +best when left alone. It will give me all I can do to look after the +affairs of state, without bothering or trying to find out which of my +wives might be telling the truth. But nevertheless,’ ses he, as +he took a scissors and clipped several slips of his red locks, +‘you can distribute these among the ladies as a token of my +regards and friendship. And now,’ ses he, ‘to show I +harbour no ill feelings, if you want any more, I will be only too +delighted to give what I can spare for planting on any of my subjects +with bald heads.’</p> +<p>“And so the days and the years slipped away, until he got as +fat as a cow in clover from eating whales, elephants, and cockroaches. +Then great wisdom came upon him, and he up and ses to the King one day, +after they searched the whole country for a Jew, and couldn’t +find one, for they all emigrated to the United States to look after +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb64" href="#pb64" name= +"pb64">64</a>]</span>the Irish: ‘Economy,’ ses he, +‘is one of the fundamental principles of good government, and +that being so, let us put it into practice. We are getting old,’ +ses he, ‘and the missionaries come here no longer. And we have +eaten all the produce of the land in the way of live stock, but +nevertheless our subjects must be provided for. Now,’ ses he, +‘I propose that all over fifty years of age should be killed, +boiled or roasted, as the case may be, according to law, for the +maintenance, sustenance, and nourishment of the others. Anybody over +fifty years, unless he be a policeman or a king, isn’t much good +constitutionally or otherwise; and as all our subjects are the property +of the government, there is no reason why we shouldn’t do what we +like with them.’</p> +<p>“‘Of course, we can do what we please with them, and I +think you deserve a raise in your wages for conceiving such a wonderful +idea,’ ses the King. ‘Not only would we do our people a +great justice by providing them with the very best kind of victuals, +but we would save them funeral expenses besides.’ <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb65" href="#pb65" name="pb65">65</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘That’s so,’ ses Cormac, ‘and any +true philosopher must know that ’tis better that we should eat +each other than that the worms should eat us. Anyway,’ ses he, +‘’twill be all the same in a hundred years, as the Duke of +Argyle said to the Leprechaun.’</p> +<p>“Well, the new law was duly enforced, and the age limit +reduced to suit circumstances, and in less than ten years there +wasn’t any one left but Cormac and the King.”</p> +<p>“Bedad, that’s a strange story,” said Micus. +“I knew that an Irishman could become anything from a poet to a +policeman, but I never heard of one becoming a cannibal +before.”</p> +<p>“Cormac didn’t become a cannibal at all,” said +Padna.</p> +<p>“And how did he escape?” said Micus.</p> +<p>“He escaped by becoming a vegetarian the very day the law came +into force,” said Padna. “He just wanted to go home to +Ireland, and he was afraid he’d have an uneasy conscience, if any +of his subjects were left exposed to the dangers of a foreign country, +and that was how he <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb66" href="#pb66" +name="pb66">66</a>]</span>secured peace of mind before shaking the dust +of Montobewlo off his heels.”</p> +<p>“And what happened to the King?” asked Micus.</p> +<p>“As he was seeing Cormac off by the good ship +<i>Ennisferric</i> that was bound for Cork’s fair city, he +slipped off the gangway, and when they went to look for him, they could +only find a crocodile in the throes of indigestion,” said Padna. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb67" href="#pb67" name= +"pb67">67</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch6" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">The Dilemma of Matty the Goat</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">“God bless all here,” said Padna, as he +pushed open the half-door, and saw Micus sitting by the fireside, +reading the newspaper.</p> +<p>“And you too,” said Micus, as he turned around and +beheld his old friend.</p> +<p>“’Tis a cold night,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“A blighting night surely,” said Micus. “The wind +is coming from the southwest, and we will have rain before +morning.”</p> +<p>“Indeed we will, as sure as there are fools in Paris,” +said Padna.</p> +<p>“Why don’t you come in?” asked Micus. +“Surely you know your way to the hearth?”</p> +<p>“If I don’t, I ought,” said Padna, as he walked +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb68" href="#pb68" name= +"pb68">68</a>]</span>in, closed the door, and occupied a vacant chair +beside Micus.</p> +<p>“What brought you out to-night, at all?” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Wisha, nothing in particular, except that I have a story to +tell you,” replied Padna.</p> +<p>“I’m glad to hear that,” said Micus, as he placed +some faggots and turf on the fire. “Draw closer and get the +benefit of the heat, and you will feel better while you are telling the +story.”</p> +<p>“Thank you,” said Padna, as he moved his chair, and then +he lit his pipe with one of the paper pipe-lights that lay on the +mantel shelf.</p> +<p>“Is it a story of love or adventure that I am about to +hear?” asked Micus.</p> +<p>“’Tis a story of both,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“Begin then,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“All right,” said Padna. And this is what he told:</p> +<p class="tb"></p> +<p>“Once upon a time, and not very long ago either, there lived a +man, a friend of mine, and known to all as one Matty the Goat from +Ballydineen. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb69" href="#pb69" name= +"pb69">69</a>]</span>He wasn’t much to look at, God help us! but +he was a remarkable man, nevertheless. He always tried to live in peace +and quietness, but he had two wives, and—”</p> +<p>“How could he have two wives in an old-fashioned country like +this, might I ask?” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Well,” said Padna, “his first wife had a bad +memory, and she forgot she was married, and one fine day she went away +to Australia to see the kangaroos, and remained away so long that Matty +thought she was dead, or captured by some traveling showman, to be +exhibited in a circus, because she was so ugly and bad-tempered, no one +else would think of running away with her. So like all men of +susceptible and sentimental propensities, his affection for his first +love only lasted until he met the second. Of course, when the years +passed, and there were no tidings of his wife, he said to himself that +he might as well marry again, and accordingly he did so. Well, lo and +behold! he was only about twelve months married, and his second wife +was beginning to cut down his rations from three boiled duck eggs +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb70" href="#pb70" name= +"pb70">70</a>]</span>every morning to one small hen egg that a wren +would be ashamed to lay, when a great calamity befell him. His first +wife came back, and she less attractive looking than ever. But to be +sure she made all the excuses and apologies, as only a woman can, for +her lapse of memory and thoughtlessness, and there and then she abused +poor Matty for not writing to her and sending cards at Christmas and +Easter, and he not knowing where to find her at all, no more than a +crow could find his grandmother. But to make a long story as short as a +bulldog’s temper, poor Matty nearly lost his senses between his +two wives, and one only more unreasonable than the other, and the two +together less reasonable than any ordinary person, who would have no +sense at all. ‘So,’ ses Matty to himself, ‘what, in +the name of all that’s ridiculous, am I to do now? If I’ll +stay here in the town, I’ll be arrested and imprisoned for having +two wives, but that itself would be better than trying to please either +one or the other, not to mention both. And if I’ll run away +I’ll be arrested for deserting them. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb71" href="#pb71" name="pb71">71</a>]</span>And if +either the law of the land, or my conscience had no power over me, and +I tried to live with both, I’d be as mad as a March hare in less +than a month. Anyway, ’tis a clear case of being obliterated by +circumstances over which one has no control. That’s the last +consolation a man always offers himself when he cannot get out of a +difficulty. There is but one thing for me to do now, and that is to +commit suicide by ending my life.’</p> +<p>“And when he made that decision he came to me and ses: +‘Padna,’ ses he, ‘I have made up my mind to take the +shortest cut to the other world.’</p> +<p>“‘Wisha, I don’t believe a word of it,’ ses +I. ‘People who have pluck enough to commit suicide usually have +too much pride to boast of it beforehand.’</p> +<p>“‘Well, you can’t boast or talk of it +afterwards,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘That’s true, too,’ ses I. ‘But when +is the event going to come off?’</p> +<p>“‘I can’t say for certain,’ ses he. +‘But ‘twill <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb72" href= +"#pb72" name="pb72">72</a>]</span>be as soon as ever I can make up my +mind whether New York or Boston would be the best place for me to end +my days, and maybe ’tis yourself that could give advice, and tell +me what to do.’</p> +<p>“‘Bedad,’ ses I, ‘giving advice is +oftentimes as foolish as taking it. However, that’s too weighty a +problem for a poor man like myself. You must consult some one with more +sense. But if I were you, I’d see the King of Spain himself about +the matter. He is the one man who I think can help you.’</p> +<p>“‘That’s a great idea,’ ses he. And with +that he bid me ‘Good day,’ and on the morrow he set sail in +a full-rigged ship for the sunny land of Spain. And when he reached the +Royal Palace, and rang the bell, the King himself opened the door, and +he dressed in a smoking cap, and puffing away from a clay pipe that his +mother brought from Bantry when she was there for the good of her +manners. And before he asked Matty who he was, how he was, or what he +wanted, he up and ses: ‘Have you a match?’ ses he. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb73" href="#pb73" name= +"pb73">73</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘To be sure I have a match,’ ses Matty. And there +and then, he struck a match on the heel of his shoe and lit the +King’s pipe. And when the King thanked him for his kindness, and +complimented him on his skill, then ses he: ‘Who the blazes are +you anyway to disturb a decent man after a hard day’s work? I ate +no less than five dinners this blessed day and as many more breakfasts, +not to mention all the tobacco that I smoked besides, since I got out +of bed this morning.’</p> +<p>“‘Oh,’ ses Matty, ‘I am one Matty the Goat. +My father kept a tailor’s shop at the corner of a street in +Ballydineen; I have two brothers policemen in the great United States +of America; I have a first cousin married to a schoolmaster in the +north of Antrim; five of my ancestors died from the whooping cough, and +one of my grandaunts fell down-stairs and broke her neck; +my—’</p> +<p>“‘Enough!’ ses the King. ‘Wait there till I +get my autograph book.’ And with that he ran up-stairs, and when +he came back he handed Matty a mighty book all bound in green plush +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb74" href="#pb74" name= +"pb74">74</a>]</span>and ses: ‘Matty of Ballydineen,’ ses +he, ‘put your name down there beside the names of the Emperor of +Japan and the King of the Killavullen Islands.’</p> +<p><span class="corr" id="xd20e1193" title= +"Not in source">“</span>And when his name was written, the King +rang for the Queen and all the children, and in a twinkling they +appeared, and they dressed as well as any of the young ladies +you’d see selling knick-knacks behind a counter in one of the +shops of the big cities. And as they gathered around the King, he up +and ses with a solemn voice: ‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ ses +he, ‘allow me to have the pleasure of presenting to you a member +of the Ballydineen aristocracy, one Matty the Goat.’ And when the +ceremony of introduction was all over, he sent them up-stairs to get +their autograph books, so that Matty could contribute his signature to +the long list of celebrities and distinguished personages. The Queen +herself was delighted with him entirely, and the King invited him to +his private room. And when they were comfortably seated before a good +warm fire, he up and ses: ‘What in the name of all the +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb75" href="#pb75" name= +"pb75">75</a>]</span>cockroaches in Carrigmacross brought you here, +anyway?’</p> +<p>“‘A very serious matter, indeed,’ ses Matty. +‘I came to look for advice. I am a man with no less than two +wives, and—’</p> +<p>“‘Don’t tell me any more till I give you a drop of +the best whiskey,’ ses the King. And with that he filled a glass +for Matty and another for himself, and ses: ‘There is only one +worse thing that could happen a man, and that is to have three wives, +or half a dozen foolish sisters-in-law.’</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses Matty, ‘I am about to commit +suicide, and the devil blast the one of me can make up my mind whether +Boston or New York would be the best place to hang my carcass to a +lamp-post, jump off a high building, or throw myself under a motor car +going at full speed.’</p> +<p>“‘Bedad,’ ses the King, ‘that’s +something that requires consideration. But let us talk the matter over. +Two heads, like two dollars, are better than one, and ’twas by +talking and thinking, and holding commune with each other that the +Greeks <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb76" href="#pb76" name= +"pb76">76</a>]</span>achieved so much in the olden times. We will take +the case of Boston first. Boston I believe is a great place and +’tis called the Hub of the Universe. Isn’t it?’</p> +<p>“‘It is, God help us!’ ses Matty.</p> +<p>“‘I wonder why at all?’ ses the King.</p> +<p>“‘I don’t think that any one really knows,’ +ses Matty, ‘unless that it is as good a title as any other, and +maybe somewhat better.’</p> +<p>“‘If that’s the case,’ ses the King, +‘now’s the chance for some one to make a discovery.</p> +<p>“‘A man, I presume,’ ses he, ‘could live +very comfortably in Boston if he had a lot of money.’</p> +<p>“‘Indeed, he could,’ ses Matty, ‘and live +there without any money, if he was lucky enough to be a dethroned +monarch of some kind or other, or the inventor of a new +religion.’</p> +<p>“‘The invention of new religions,’ ses the King, +‘doesn’t seem to beget a spirit of communism, nor does it +seem to bring us any nearer Christianity in its ideal state. All the +same, I suppose a large city like Boston must have a mayor to look +after himself and his people.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb77" href="#pb77" name="pb77">77</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Of course, Boston has a mayor and an ex-mayor +too,’ ses Matty.</p> +<p>“‘Bedad,’ ses the King, ‘as sure as there +are bones in a sprat, that must be the reason why ’tis called the +Hub. And I dare say,’ ses he, ‘they must have poets in +Boston also.’</p> +<p>“‘They have,’ ses Matty, ‘in the +churchyards.’</p> +<p>“‘That’s the best place for them,’ ses the +King. ‘They will be more respected and appreciated there than +anywhere else. Besides, ’tis wiser, cheaper, and more cultured to +patronize poets and philosophers when they are dead and famous, than to +run the risk of being ridiculed for having the wit to recognise them +while they are alive. A poet, God help us, seldom does any good for +himself, but nevertheless he can always be an advantage to posterity, +his relations, and the booksellers, after he is dead long enough to be +misunderstood,’ ses the King.</p> +<p>“‘’Tis the devil of a thing to be poor,’ ses +Matty.</p> +<p>“‘Not at all, man,’ ses the King. ‘Poverty, +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb78" href="#pb78" name= +"pb78">78</a>]</span>as the Cardinal said to the Hibernians, is a gift +of God.’</p> +<p>“‘A gift of God?’</p> +<p>“‘Yes.’</p> +<p>“‘Well, then, ’tisn’t much of a gift,’ +ses Matty.</p> +<p>“‘No,’ ses the King, ‘you wouldn’t +think of comparing it to the gift of stupidity, which is the greatest +of all gifts, especially when ’tis accompanied by an optimism +that nothing could disturb but the gift of poverty itself.’</p> +<p>“‘But be all that as it may,’ ses Matty, ‘no +one should give anything away for nothing without making sure that they +are going to get something for it.’</p> +<p>“‘Well, if that wouldn’t make an optimist of a +man, nothing would,’ ses the King.</p> +<p>“‘What is an optimist?’ ses Matty.</p> +<p>“‘An optimist,’ ses the King, ‘is a +pessimist who has acquired the art of self-deception.’</p> +<p>“‘And what is a pessimist then?’ ses Matty.</p> +<p>“‘Oh,’ ses the King, ‘a pessimist is one who +has got tired of being an optimist. And now,’ ses he, +‘maybe you could tell me what is the <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb79" href="#pb79" name= +"pb79">79</a>]</span>difference between an Irishman and an +Irish-American?’</p> +<p>“‘An Irishman,’ ses Matty, ‘by reason of the +fact that he was born in Ireland and the product of an older +civilization thinks he is a better Irishman than the Irish-American; +and the Irish-American by reason of the fact that he was born an +American and the product of a younger civilization, thinks he is a +better German than an Irish-Irishman.’</p> +<p>“‘If that is the case,’ ses the King, ‘I +wouldn’t advise you to commit suicide in Boston, because there +are too many Irish-Americans there. And by all accounts the devil a bit +they know or care about the Irish, no more than the English themselves. +Now let us consider New York. What is the difference between New York +and Boston, I wonder?’</p> +<p>“‘There are more tall hats and silk neckties in New +York,’ ses Matty. ‘And a native genius could go to his +grave undiscovered there as easily as he could in Boston, while the +patrons of art and men of letters would be feasting and entertaining +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb80" href="#pb80" name= +"pb80">80</a>]</span>foreign celebrities who don’t give a traneen +about them.’</p> +<p>“‘’Tis a queer world,’ ses the King. +‘And sure ’tis a genius you are yourself, and if I were +you, I wouldn’t commit suicide in either place. Personally, I +think Madrid would be as good as any. Howsomever,’ ses he, +‘I will ask my Lord High Chancellor and his Court of Learned Men +about the matter, and if they can’t decide between now and +to-morrow morning, I will have them all hanged, drawn, and quartered, +and advertise for a more efficient staff of attendants.’</p> +<p>“‘Bedad, you’re a gentleman,’ ses Matty, +‘and I’m glad to know that you don’t show any +leniency to your subordinates, because the instant you do so, they +begin to think they are as good, as bad, or even worse than yourself, +as the case may be.’</p> +<p>“‘Treat all those above and beneath you with as little +consideration as possible, and you will always be sure of <span class= +"corr" id="xd20e1276" title="Source: respact">respect</span>,’ +<span class="corr" id="xd20e1279" title="Source: sees">ses</span> the +King.</p> +<p>“‘There is nothing like being a fool when you have to +deal with foolish people, and to behave <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb81" href="#pb81" name="pb81">81</a>]</span>sensibly under such +circumstances would only break a man’s heart.’</p> +<p>“‘I notice that you are talking hoarse,’ ses the +King. ‘Is it the way that you have a cold?’</p> +<p>“‘’Tis a bad cold I have then,’ ses Matty. +‘And I’m afraid of my life that I may die before I will +commit suicide.’</p> +<p>“‘That would never do,’ ses the King. And then and +there he rang for the Queen, and told her to bathe Matty’s feet +in a tub of hot water, with plenty of mustard in it. And when the Queen +had finished drying his toes, the King ordered a good glass of rum for +him and ses: ‘Matty of Ballydineen,’ ses he, ‘take +this little toothful of sailor’s coffee, and bury yourself under +the blankets as quick as you can.’</p> +<p>“‘Thank you, ever so much,’ ses Matty, ‘but +where am I to sleep?’</p> +<p>“‘You will sleep with me, of course,’ ses the +King. ‘’Twould never do if anything were to happen to you +at such a critical time in your life.’</p> +<p>“So Matty slept with the King of Spain that night, but about +two in the morning the King <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb82" href= +"#pb82" name="pb82">82</a>]</span>woke Matty with his snoring. Well, +that was more than Matty could stand, and he lost his temper and gave +the King a poke in the ribs with the heel of his fist, as he ses: +‘What the blazes do you mean by depriving a decent man of his +sleep like this for?’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘Wisha, was it the way I was snoring again?’ ses +the King.</p> +<p>“‘Why, I thought the last day had come, with the noise +you were making with that trumpet of a nose of yours,’ ses +Matty.</p> +<p>“‘That’s too bad,’ ses the King. +‘I’ll keep awake for the remainder of the night lest I +might disturb you again.’ And then they started talking about old +times and the price of potatoes, ladies’ hats, and fancy +petticoats. But suddenly the King changed the subject, and ses: +‘Tell me,’ ses he, ‘are the schoolmasters as +ignorant, as conceited, and as pompous as ever?’</p> +<p>“‘’Tis only worse they are getting,’ ses +Matty, ‘notwithstanding the cheapness of literature and free +education.’</p> +<p>“‘I am sorry to hear that,’ ses the King. And +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb83" href="#pb83" name= +"pb83">83</a>]</span>so they discussed everything under the sun from +bird-catching to cock-fighting until morning came. And when they were +called for breakfast, they rushed to the dining-room, and found the +Queen and all the children seated around the table waiting for their +bacon and eggs to be fried. The King, of course, was duly impressed, +and as he sat down, and placed the newspaper in front of the sugar bowl +to get a better view of it, he up and ses to the Queen: ‘Good +morning, ma’am,’ ses he. ‘What’s the good +word?’</p> +<p>“‘The Lord High Chancellor and all his staff could not +decide whether New York or Boston would be the best place for our +worthy and distinguished guest to commit suicide, so they all hanged +themselves during the night to save you the trouble of having it done +to-day.’</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses the King to Matty, ‘isn’t +it a great thing to have men in your employment who can show so much +respect for yourself and such consideration for your +feelings?’</p> +<p>“‘’Tis always a great pleasure, to get others to +do what you wouldn’t do yourself,’ ses Matty. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb84" href="#pb84" name="pb84">84</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Then the King turned to the Queen and ses: ‘They were +good faithful servants, but like all of their kind they thought too +little about themselves, and too much about those they tried to serve. +The man who doesn’t consider himself first in all things deserves +to be considered last by everybody. Howsomever, they deserved to be +buried anyway, so give orders to have them all cut down and sent home +to their own people. They have the best right to them, now that they +are no more use to any one else. But keep their old clothes and send +them to the Salvation Army. ’Tis better, indeed, that the poor +should have their overcoats and nightshirts than the moths to eat +them.’</p> +<p>“‘Of course,’ ses Matty, ‘’tis an ill +wind that blows nobody good, but nevertheless, I am as badly off as +ever, without one to advise me or to tell me what to do.’</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses the King, ‘strictly speaking, +when a man doesn’t know what to do himself, the devil a much +another can do for him. There is nothing cheaper than advice, and +oftentimes <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb85" href="#pb85" name= +"pb85">85</a>]</span>nothing dearer, that is, if you are foolish enough +to take it from everybody. Looking for advice is only a form of +diversion with most people, because we all do what we please in the +end. And now, between ourselves,’ ses he, ‘once a man makes +up his mind to marry the wrong woman, all the advice in the world +won’t save him. And once a man is married, he is no longer his +own property. I have done my best for you,’ ses the King, +‘but the world is full of people who can do as little as myself. +Howsomever, I will give you a letter of introduction to my friend the +President of the United States, as you are on your way to America, and +he may be able to help you.’</p> +<p>“‘Thank you very much,’ ses Matty. ‘I have +already been in America, and I have had as many letters of introduction +as would paper the house for you, but they were no more use to me than +they were to Columbus. No more use, I might say, than a fur-lined coat +and a pair of warm gloves would be to the Devil himself. But I am none +the less grateful for your kindness.’ <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb86" href="#pb86" name="pb86">86</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘I am glad you are able to appreciate kindness,’ +ses the King. ‘Because very few people know when they are well +treated, or when they are well off.’</p> +<p>“‘That’s a fact,’ ses Matty. ‘But +’tis the spirit of discontent that keeps the world moving. The +man who is satisfied with himself usually proves unsatisfactory to +every one else.’</p> +<p>“‘But,’ ses the King, ‘when a man has the +gift of being able to please himself, what does it matter, if he +displeases every one else? ’Tis nice, of course, to have a lot of +friends, but a man’s friends very often can cause him more +annoyance than his enemies, and he must endure it to prove his +inconsistency. Whereas in the case of an enemy, you can always lose +your self-respect by abusing him when you are displeased with his +success, and no one will think anything the less of you.’</p> +<p>“‘’Tis only by making allowances and excuses for +each other’s short-comings and idiosyncracies that we are able to +live at all. And if we could see the good in the worst of us as easily +as we can <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb87" href="#pb87" name= +"pb87">87</a>]</span>see the bad in the best of us, we might think less +of ourselves and more of those we despise. ’Tis only by being +better than those who are worse than us that we can respect ourselves, +I’m thinking,’ ses Matty.</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses the King, ‘what the devil a man +with as much sense as yourself wants committing suicide for is more +than I can understand!’</p> +<p>“‘Maybe ’tis as well,’ ses Matty. ‘The +less we know about each other, the happier we can be. Nearly every one +of us has some disease of the mind or body that shortens our natural +existence. Some suffer from too much conceit, others from a shaky +heart, or a loose brain caused by a nagging wife, or too much hard work +and not enough to eat, and various other causes, but there is always a +reason for everything, even the unreasonableness of those who have no +reason at all.’</p> +<p>“‘Old talk, like this,’ ses the King, ‘leads +nowhere, because no matter how much we may know about art, literature, +and music, the very best of us can only be reasonable and sensible when +we have nothing to upset us. A hungry <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb88" href="#pb88" name="pb88">88</a>]</span>man is always angry, and +an angry man is never sensible. On the other hand, a man will make a +lot of foolish promises and resolutions after a good dinner, and when +he begins to get hungry again he will think that he was a fool for +having entertained such decent sentiments.’</p> +<p>“‘In a word,’ ses Matty, ‘selfishness is the +normal condition of every one. Some are selfish by being decent, and +others by being mean, but strictly speaking, there is very little +difference between them, because we all please ourselves, no matter +what we do.’</p> +<p>“‘I know we do,’ ses the King, ‘and +that’s why we incur the displeasure of others. But as we are +beginning to get involved and going back to where we started like those +who discuss, but can’t understand theology, or like the bird who +flies away in the morning, only to return to its nest at the fall of +night, I think we had better finish, now that we have ended, so to +speak, and bid each other good-by.’</p> +<p>“‘Surely,’ ses Matty, ‘’tisn’t +the way that you would let me out of doors a cold day like this, +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb89" href="#pb89" name= +"pb89">89</a>]</span>without a bit of a topcoat to shelter me from the +cold and wind, and I with a touch of the influenza already?’</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses the King, ‘I have had enough of +your company, and when we get tired of those who have either +entertained, helped, or distracted us, we usually find a way of getting +rid of them. The greatest mistake in life is to be too kind to any one. +When a woman is getting tired of her husband, everything he does to +please her only causes her annoyance. But nevertheless, if she has any +sense at all, she can’t but respect him for wasting his affection +on one not worthy of it.’</p> +<p>“‘But what about the topcoat?’ ses Matty.</p> +<p>“‘You’ll get it,’ ses the King. +‘What’s the loss of a topcoat, even though it might be a +gift itself, compared to getting rid of a troublesome companion? +Besides, a man who has made up his mind to commit suicide must be very +careful of himself, lest a toothache, a bad attack of neuralgia, or the +‘fluenza might cause him to change his mind. Many a man changed +his mind for less.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb90" href= +"#pb90" name="pb90">90</a>]</span></p> +<p>“So with those few words the King presented Matty with a new +overcoat, and walked with him as far as the garden gate at the end of +the Castle grounds, and then he ses, the same as they always say in +America, ‘Good-by, and call again some time.’ But he did +not say when.”</p> +<p>“That seems to be a polite way of telling a person to go to +the devil,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“’Tis,” said Padna, “but we might as well be +polite when we can. And sincerity, unless ’tis accompanied by +wisdom and discretion, does more harm than good.”</p> +<p>“The world has suffered as much from sincere fools as it has +from wise scoundrels,” said Micus. “But what did Matty do +when he took his leave of the King of Spain?”</p> +<p>“After that,” said Padna, “he set sail for Persia, +and called upon His Majesty the Gaekwar.”</p> +<p>“It was the dead of night when he arrived at the Royal Palace, +and without the least scruple he roused His Imperial Majesty from his +slumbers. And when he put his head out of the window <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb91" href="#pb91" name="pb91">91</a>]</span>and +asked who was there, Matty up and ses: ‘Come down-stairs and open +the door and I’ll tell you.’</p> +<p>“So the Gaekwar came down-stairs in his nightshirt, and when +he opened the door to let Matty in, he ses, as he frothed from the +mouth with the sheer dint of passion: ‘Who, in the name of all +the conger eels that are sold as salmon, are you, to bring a decent man +from his bed at this hour of the night?’</p> +<p>“‘I am one Matty the Goat, my father is dead, my +grandfather was a protestant who never got any meat to eat on Fridays, +and my great-grandfather could jump the height of himself before he was +three sevens.’</p> +<p>“‘To hell with your father, your grandfather, and all +belonging to you,’ ses the Gaekwar. ‘I can’t for the +life of me understand why people will bother their friends and +acquaintances by retailing the exploits of their own family every time +they get a chance.’</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses Matty, ‘we think more of our +own, of course, than they do about us, and if we didn’t +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb92" href="#pb92" name= +"pb92">92</a>]</span>praise them, people might think they were no +better than ourselves.’</p> +<p>“‘Most people aren’t worth praising or remembering +anyway,’ ses the Gaekwar. ‘But that is no reason why you +should bring me from my warm bed and have me shaking here like an aspen +leaf, and the very stars themselves shivering with the cold.’</p> +<p>“‘Sure, ’tis myself that’s colder than any +star, and I, that had to be out in a raging storm, with wind blowing a +hundred miles an hour, and the rain falling and flooding the streets, +and every raindrop would fill your hat.’</p> +<p>“‘That doesn’t interest me in the least,’ +ses the Gaekwar. ‘What I want to know is what brought you +here?’</p> +<p>“‘I want to know whether ‘twould be better to +commit suicide in New York or Boston,’ ses Matty.</p> +<p>“‘Wisha, ten thousand curses, plus the curse of Cromwell +on you, for a godson of the Devil, for no one else would try to get +another to solve such a problem,’ ses he. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb93" href="#pb93" name="pb93">93</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘’Tis the way I must have the Devil for a +guardian angel, I’m thinking,’ ses Matty, ‘because I +am never out of trouble, God help me.’</p> +<p>“‘There are many like you, I am glad to say,’ ses +the Gaekwar, ‘and we are always pleased to find others worse off +than ourselves. ’Tis the only compensation we have for being +either unfortunate or foolish. Howsomever, come in out of the cold, and +we will talk the matter over. But,’ ses he, ‘you must +excuse the untidy condition of the house. The painters and plumbers are +working here, and if you know anything at all, you must know what a +mess they can make, especially the plumbers.’</p> +<p>“‘Indeed, I do,’ ses Matty. ‘But you +needn’t make any apologies. I am a man after your own heart and +just as humble and maybe as foolish, if not more so.’</p> +<p>“‘Nevertheless,’ ses the Gaekwar, ‘I +don’t believe ‘twould ever occur to me to call on yourself +either at the dead of night or the middle of the broad day.’</p> +<p>“‘I don’t believe it would,’ ses Matty. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb94" href="#pb94" name= +"pb94">94</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Howsomever,’ ses he, ‘make yourself +comfortable while I’ll run up-stairs, and put on my +clothes.’</p> +<p>“So Matty drew his chair to the fire, and when the Gaekwar +returned, dressed in his new suit and clean collar, Matty ses: +‘How is herself and the children?’</p> +<p>“‘The children are all right, thank God,’ ses the +Gaekwar, ‘but I am nearly worried to death about +herself.’</p> +<p>“‘And what’s the matter with her?’ ses +Matty.</p> +<p>“‘Oh,’ ses the Gaekwar, ‘I don’t know. +She seems to be perfectly happy and contented, and no longer loses her +temper, or finds fault with any body or anything.’</p> +<p>“‘Bedad,’ ses Matty, ‘that’s a bad and +a dangerous sign. Why don’t you see a doctor?’</p> +<p>“‘I’ve seen a dozen doctors, but they all say +there is no name for her complaint. ’Tis some new disease, and +there is no mention of it in the Bible, the modern novel, or the +Cornucopia,’ ses the Gaekwar. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb95" +href="#pb95" name="pb95">95</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Pharmacopœia, you mean, I presume,’ ses +Matty.</p> +<p>“‘Yes, yes. That’s what I mean. You must excuse my +ignorance,’ ses he, ‘because it isn’t necessary for +me to be as enlightened as the ordinary poor man who must work for his +living. All that’s expected of one like myself is to be able to +read the sun-dial, lay a few foundation stones once ’n a while, +review the troops, and eat a lot of good dinners. And now might I ask +how is your wife and family, and what made you take it into your head +to commit suicide?’ ses the Gaekwar.</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses Matty, ‘my trouble is just the +reverse of yours. You are upset because your wife is contented and +happy, and I am upset because my wives are discontented and +unhappy.’</p> +<p>“‘Your wives!’ ses the Gaekwar, with surprise.</p> +<p>“‘Yes,’ ses Matty, ‘I have two +wives.’</p> +<p>“‘Not another word,’ ses the Gaekwar, ‘until +you will have three glasses of the best whiskey. ’Tis a wonder +that you are above ground at all.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb96" href="#pb96" name="pb96">96</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘God knows,’ ses Matty, ‘life is a terrible +thing sometimes.’</p> +<p>“‘Life,’ ses the Gaekwar, ‘is what other +people make it for us. But even at that we should try and be content, +more for our own sake than anything else. Fretting and worrying never +made any one look young, and nobody would fret or worry at all if they +only thought enough and worked hard enough. Some, you know, believe +that we lived before, and that this life is the reward for our virtues +in the other world. Indeed, some go so far as to say that this may be +Heaven, while others think it must be—’</p> +<p>“‘If that’s so,’ ses Matty, ‘I’m +glad I didn’t meet some of the bla’gards I knew before they +were born, so to speak.’</p> +<p>“‘I imagine,’ ses the Gaekwar, ‘that a man +with as much sense as you appear to have wouldn’t buy a house +without first seeing it.’</p> +<p>“‘Of course not,’ ses Matty.</p> +<p>“‘Then what do you want to commit suicide for? +That’s just like buying a pig in a bag. You don’t know what +you are going to get until <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb97" href= +"#pb97" name="pb97">97</a>]</span>after you have made the purchase. +Suicide, for all we know, may be only going from the frying pan into +the fire. In a sense, ’tis like exchanging some valuable jewel +for a lot of promises. And ’tis my solid belief that none of us +know how wicked and foolish we are until we will get a peep at the Book +of Records in the world to come. The very thought of that should be +enough to keep a man alive forever. If there were as many worlds as +there are stars, or grains of sands, then I might be able to understand +why a man would want to commit suicide, if he was of a roaming +disposition, and wanted to write a book of his travels and adventures. +But suppose there is only one world, and that world may be this world, +or there may be just another world, and that the next, what then? +Anyway, I am surprised at you, an Irishman, not to be able to stand the +abuse of two wives after all your race has suffered both from friends +and enemies alike for generations. And Ireland’s would-be +friends, in many ways, have been her worst enemies. However, be that as +it may, I would <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb98" href="#pb98" name= +"pb98">98</a>]</span>like to know what you would do if you were like +the Sultan of Sparonica, and he with more wives than you could count in +a month of Sundays. ’Tis always well to keep what you have until +you are sure of getting something better,’ ses the Gaekwar.</p> +<p>“‘But,’ ses Matty, ‘suicide is often the +fate of a brave man.’</p> +<p>“‘No, Matty,’ ses the Gaekwar, ‘’tis +ever the fate of a foolish man. Life at its longest is so short that we +should all be able to endure it, even when our plans do not work out to +our satisfaction.’</p> +<p>“‘But when a man loses interest in everything, +and—’</p> +<p>“‘No man should lose interest in the beautiful things of +life. And who indeed will gainsay that life at its longest is too +short, especially for a man with a grievance like yourself?’</p> +<p>“‘Life is too short to understand women,’ ses +Matty.</p> +<p>“‘’Tis easy enough to understand them,’ ses +the Gaekwar, ‘but ’tisn’t easy to understand why we +go to such trouble to please them.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb99" href="#pb99" name="pb99">99</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘I’m going to commit suicide rather than try to +please them any more,’ ses Matty, ‘and if I could discover +whether New York or Boston would be the better place to end my life, +I’d be a happy man.’</p> +<p>“‘You might as well die in either place as to jump from +the Eiffel Tower, Blarney Castle, Shandon Steeple, or try to swim over +Niagara Falls,’ ses the Gaekwar.</p> +<p>“‘’Tis easy to see,’ ses Matty, ‘that +you can’t be of any help or consolation to a man like myself. You +have too much common-sense to pay any attention to a barking dog, so to +speak.’</p> +<p>“‘I have, indeed,’ ses the Gaekwar. ‘You +need never muzzle a dog that barks.’</p> +<p>“So with that he shook hands with Matty and ses: +‘Good-by, God speed you, long life to you, and may your next +trouble be seven daughters. The more trouble we have the less we think +about it, and a thorn in a man’s toe is nothing to a bullet in +his head.’</p> +<p>“After that Matty went to the Czar of all the Russians, and +from the Czar to the King of Greece, <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb100" href="#pb100" name="pb100">100</a>]</span>and after he had +spent years traveling the world looking, in vain, for advice as to +whether New York or Boston would be the best place to commit suicide, +he returned home and to his great surprise learnt that his two wives +had married again.”</p> +<p>“And what happened then?” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Well, of course, he found he was worse off than ever. He +could not decide where to commit suicide, and his wives, the cause of +all his trouble and entertainment, would never trouble him again. They +were too busy troubling some one else. And lo and behold! the shock +stretched him on the flat of his back, and when the doctor told him +that he had only a month to live, he turned his face to the wall and +died.”</p> +<p>“He expected to die of old age, like all would-be suicides, I +dare say,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Of course he did,” said Padna. “He was just one +of the many people whose trouble is their greatest pleasure, and who +are never happy only when they are annoying others with their own +affairs.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb101" href="#pb101" +name="pb101">101</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch7" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">Ham and Eggs</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first"><span class="corr" id="xd20e1501" title= +"Not in source">“</span>Wisha, in the name of all the nonentities +that a man meets at a fancy dress ball, or a lawn tennis party,” +said Padna to Micus, as he saw him holding a lantern over a pool of +water, on a dark night, at the crossroads of Carrignamore, “what +are you doing, at all, at all?”</p> +<p>“I’m looking for the moon that was here in the pool, +less than an hour ago, and a more beautiful moon was never seen in any +part of the whole world,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Well,” said Padna, “if ’twas twice as +beautiful, and twice as large, and the size of a Chinese sunshade +inself, you’d have no more chance of finding it on a dark night +like this, than you’d have of finding a circus at the North Pole, +or discovering why women will worry about their husbands when they stay +out late at night, and <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb102" href= +"#pb102" name="pb102">102</a>]</span>then abuse the devil out of them +when they come in, even though they had to stay out through no fault of +their own.”</p> +<p>“What you say may be true,” said Micus, “but +’tis better a man should have an interest in astronomy or +something else, and go looking for the moon in a pool of water at the +crossroads, than have no interest in anything at all, except killing +time talking about the wars of the world, or the ways of his +neighbours. And sure if a man couldn’t find the moon inself, he +might find something else while he’d be looking for +it.”</p> +<p>“Bedad, and that’s true enough too! Many a man found +happiness when he went looking for trouble, and many a man found +trouble when he went looking for happiness, and a man often found a +friend where he expected to find an enemy, and found an enemy where he +expected to find a friend,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“In a word, we go through life looking for what we can’t +find, and finding what we didn’t go to look for. Think of poor +Columbus, and what he found, and he not looking for America, +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb103" href="#pb103" name= +"pb103">103</a>]</span>at all. Sure, that sort of thing would encourage +any one to set out on a voyage of adventure, even though he +mightn’t know where he’d be going to, or what he might be +doing,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Talking about findings and losings, and strange happenings in +general, I wonder if you ever heard tell of the bishop who took off his +hat to a poor man,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“I did not, then, and I don’t believe a word of it +either,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Oh, bedad, whether you believe it or no, ’tis a fact, +then, nevertheless,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“Well, it must have been a mistake of some kind, or maybe an +accident. ’Tis possible, of course, that His Lordship took off +his hat to leave the air to his head when the poor man was passing, but +I can’t imagine that he removed it for any other purpose, unless, +maybe, a wasp, or a fly settled on his bald crown. In that case he +would take off his hat to scratch his head,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“If you don’t believe what I’m telling you, +there’s no use going on with the story,” said Padna. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb104" href="#pb104" name= +"pb104">104</a>]</span></p> +<p>“There is not then. But surely,” said Micus, “you +must have something else to relate, and I not to lay eyes on you since +Monday was a week.”</p> +<p>“I have another story, if you’d like to hear it,” +said Padna.</p> +<p>“Of course, I’d like to hear it. What is it all +about?”</p> +<p>“’Tis all about a pig and a clucking hen,” said +Padna.</p> +<p>“Let us take the shortest cut home, and I’ll listen to +the story as we walk along. And ’tis glad I am that I went +looking for the moon, this blessed night, else I mightn’t have +found yourself, and I dying to have a talk with some one,” said +Micus.</p> +<p class="tb"></p> +<p>“Well,” said Padna, as he sauntered leisurely along with +his friend Micus, who kept swinging a lantern, “on my way home +from market yesterday evening, as the sun was sinking behind the hills, +I strolled along the road that leads to Five Mile Bridge, and I felt so +tired after the journey from Cork to Ballinabearna that I was compelled +to say to myself: ‘Padna,’ ses I, ‘why the devil +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb105" href="#pb105" name= +"pb105">105</a>]</span>don’t you be sensible once in a while, and +take a rest for yourself when you feel tired? What’s the use in +wearing yourself out, and causing yourself unnecessary pain and +torture, when in a few short years you will be as dead as decency, or +disinterested kindness, which is no less than one and the same thing. +And once you are dead, you are dead for ever and ever, and no one will +bother their heads about you, or care whether you lived or not, or just +existed, by trying to please every one but yourself. The man who tries +to please everybody,’ ses I to myself, ‘won’t live +half as long as one of the aristocracy, who don’t care where the +money comes from so long as he has it to spend.’ And when all +that was said, I then up and ses: ‘Padna,’ ses I, +‘that’s good sound advice, and don’t forget what I +have told you.’ And then and there I made one jump and landed on +top of a ditch, and as I looked over my shoulder into the field behind, +what did I see but a pig and a clucking hen, and they exchanging +salutations. And then they began to talk and this is what I heard: +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb106" href="#pb106" name= +"pb106">106</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Good evening,’ ses the pig.</p> +<p>“‘Good evening kindly and good luck. How are you feeling +to-day?’ ses the hen.</p> +<p>“‘Just about the same as ever,’ ses the pig. +‘Sure, ’tis a sad world for us all!’</p> +<p>“‘’Tis, God help us!’ ses the hen. +‘But don’t start me crying again, this sorrowful day, for +’tis myself who has shed a bucketful of tears, since my poor +grandmother was choked this morning.’</p> +<p>“‘I wouldn’t be crying about that, if I were +you,’ ses the pig. ‘Sure, ’tis as good to be choked +as to have your head cut off with a rusty knife.’</p> +<p>“‘’Tisn’t about that in particular that I +have fumed and worried, and wept so copiously,’ ses the hen.</p> +<p>“‘And about what then?’ ses the pig.</p> +<p>“‘About everything in general. The ingratitude of man, +the presumption and assumption of women, and the consumption of ham and +eggs,’ ses the hen.</p> +<p>“‘Ah, wisha, God knows,’ ses the pig, ‘you +couldn’t waste your tears over a more worthy <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb107" href="#pb107" name="pb107">107</a>]</span>and +likewise unworthy object. And like the pessimist that I am, myself, +’tis but little respect that I have for man or woman either. Only +for the fact that I have still some pride left, and wouldn’t like +to disgrace my own family, I’d end my miserable existence by +committing suicide, and drown myself in the horse pond.’</p> +<p>“‘If you were to do the likes of that, you would sin +against tradition, and only be sold as sausages. Whereas, if you were +to die a natural death by strangulation, amputation of the head, or +bisection of the windpipe, you would be sent to the best +butcher’s shop in the town, and the different parts of your +anatomy would be sold at the very highest rates, the same as all your +family, relations and ancestors,’ ses the hen.</p> +<p>“‘Don’t mention my family or my ancestors to me. +They were all snobs, each and every one of them,—father, mother, +sisters, and brothers. ’Twas little respect they ever had for +myself, and always said that I was only fit to be used for sausages, +anyway. As though, indeed, I didn’t come of as good a stock as +the best of them.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb108" href= +"#pb108" name="pb108">108</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘I often heard that you came of very respectable +people,’ ses the hen.</p> +<p>“‘Respectable isn’t the name for them belonging to +me. There were gentry, and no less, in our family.’</p> +<p>“‘Is that so?’ ses the hen.</p> +<p>“‘Yes, indeed, it is,’ ses the pig. +‘’Twas a piece of my +great-great-great-great-grandfather’s great-grandfather that gave +Napoleon indigestion before Waterloo. And that’s how he lost the +day by giving wrong orders to his generals,’ ses the pig.</p> +<p>“‘And ’twas from eating a bad egg,’ ses the +hen, ‘that King George got the hiccoughs, and fell from his horse +while reviewing his troops in France. And that’s how he won the +Victoria Cross and got a rise of two and tuppence a week in his wages. +Howsomever, be that as it may, ’tis a pension yourself should +have from the German and English Governments, instead of earning your +living by eating yourself to death, so to speak. An aristocrat of your +social standing should be living on some one else’s money, and +your time should <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb109" href="#pb109" +name="pb109">109</a>]</span>be divided between sleeping and eating, +like all the other members of the fraternity.’</p> +<p>“‘Oh,’ ses the pig, ‘my associates and +equals wouldn’t think of recognising me, unless I was fully +dressed for dinner at some fashionable hotel or restaurant.’</p> +<p>“‘Fully dressed!’ ses the hen. ‘With bread +crumbs on your hind quarters, you mean?’</p> +<p>“‘Yes,’ ses the pig.</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses the hen, ‘I come of good stock +myself. The members of my family always supplied eggs to the King of +Spain, the Mayor of Boston, and the Royalty of England and +America.’</p> +<p>“‘Wisha,’ ses the pig, ‘what are a few eggs, +even when they are fresh inself, compared to a fine ham, two pork +chops, a soft crubeen, or a flitch of bacon, boiled down with plenty of +cabbage, and set before a battalion of hungry policemen on a cold +winter’s day?’</p> +<p>“‘Oh,’ ses the hen, ‘no one would think of +eating bacon and cabbage all the time, while eggs are always in season. +But ’tisn’t quarreling about such a trifle that we should +be, when we <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb110" href="#pb110" name= +"pb110">110</a>]</span>have no great grievance against ourselves, but +against mankind in general.’</p> +<p>“‘The inconsistency of mankind is disgusting, to say the +very least of it,’ ses the pig. ‘Every one from the king to +the beggar has a bad word to say for the pig. We stand for all +that’s contemptible, loathsome and vile, and yet the most +delicate and refined people will always call for ham and eggs, in the +morning, in preference to anything else. And if one of those genteel +young men who might have had my poor grandmother’s liver for +supper, was to meet myself on the road, and he with a young lady by his +side, and she as fond of ham and eggs as himself, neither of them would +bid me the time of day, or ask how I might be, or say as much as go to +Belgium, or anything at all, but make disparaging remarks about my +idiosyncracies.’</p> +<p>“‘And think of myself,’ ses the hen. ‘I that +have laid more eggs than you could count in a lifetime, and I have +reared five large families, besides. And the day I can’t lay any +more, I’ll be killed by some caubogue of a churn boy, +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb111" href="#pb111" name= +"pb111">111</a>]</span>and sold to some landlady who boards tramps, +navvies, and all kinds of traveling tinkers. I wouldn’t mind +inself if I went to nourish and sustain some decent people, who could +appreciate the tender parts of my constitution. Or if I could be like +my poor father, who was killed with a new razor, stuffed with bread and +currants, roasted on a spit, and exhibited in a shop window before +Christmas.’</p> +<p>“‘Ah! we live in a thoughtless and heartless +world!’ ses the pig.</p> +<p>“‘I know it,’ ses the hen. ‘Only about one +in every ten thousand has either the power or the privilege of thinking +for themselves.’</p> +<p>“‘Everything seems to go by contrary. Take the decent +people,—the Jews, for instance. They have no respect for the +members of my family, but they are consistent. They wouldn’t +write their name, or my epitaph, on my back with a hot poker, and make +fun of my table manners, and then go home and have pork for dinner and +say ’twas worth walking to America for,’ ses the pig. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb112" href="#pb112" name= +"pb112">112</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Nevertheless,’ ses the hen, ‘when I think +of what yourself and myself does for mankind, and the poor return we +get, I feel proud to know that we can be of service to those who +don’t and can’t appreciate us.’</p> +<p>“‘Yes, indeed, and so do I,’ ses the pig. +‘What would life be to most people without their ham and eggs +every morning, and the newspaper thrown in. And a cigar never tastes +sweeter than after a good feed of spare ribs and yellow +turnips.’</p> +<p>“‘Or even sausages,’ ses the hen.</p> +<p>“‘I object to sausages and salt meat in general, because +it makes people cranky and disputatious,’ ses the pig.</p> +<p>“‘Of course,’ ses the hen, ‘there’s no +doubt but we do a lot of good, though we have been neglected. And it +makes my heart bleed, when I think of the stupidity of man and his +perverted sense of honour. After all those years of preaching and +reform, no poet has ever written an ode to a hen or a pig, and all the +poets liked their ham and eggs. There was Shakespeare +himself,—people thought he forgot nothing, or what he +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb113" href="#pb113" name= +"pb113">113</a>]</span>forgot wasn’t worth remembering, but +where’s the mention of either hens or pigs in all his highly +respected works?’</p> +<p>“’Tis no wonder there is war in the world to-day,’ +ses the pig.</p> +<p>“‘Indeed it is not, when married men will spend all +their money on finery for their wives, so that they can look better +than they really are, and elope with other women’s husbands. +Sure, only for the motherly instinct that’s in myself, I would +leave my family of ducklings and die by my own hand, but I don’t +want one of them to be neglected and feel the pangs of adversity, like +yourself and myself,’ ses the hen.</p> +<p>“‘’Tis instinct rather than reason that guides +most people. If we were always to act reasonably, people would think we +had no sense, at all. However, there’s a compensation in all +things, and we can enjoy ourselves in our own old way. And while it is +a great consolation to know that we can do a lot of good, it is a +greater consolation still to know that we can do a lot of harm as +well,’ ses the pig. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb114" href= +"#pb114" name="pb114">114</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Like myself, you share the same sentiments as all good +and pious people. The satisfaction of doing harm is the only enjoyment +some of us receive for doing good, when our kindness is not +appreciated,’ ses the hen.</p> +<p>“‘When I think of all those who suffer from dyspepsia +after eating my friends and relations, I ses to myself: “Well, +things could be worse even for such as my humble self. You +mightn’t have the satisfaction of knowing that there was such a +thing as indigestion.” And when I think of what people must pay +for pork chops, in a restaurant after the theatre at night, and how +they must suffer from cramps, pains in the stomach, and a bursting +headache next morning, well then I feel as happy as a wife when she is +abusing her fool of a husband for giving her too much of her own +way,’ ses the pig.</p> +<p>“‘And when I consider the little nourishment there is in +cold storage eggs, and the price the poor lodgers must pay their +landladies for them, I feel like dancing a jig on a milestone. And +whenever I hear of some one eating a bad egg, <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb115" href="#pb115" name= +"pb115">115</a>]</span>disguised by frying it hard in margarine, and +seasoning it with salt and pepper, I takes a holiday for myself. +Ptomaine poisoning is as good as cramps, or pains in the head, at any +time,’ ses the hen.</p> +<p>“‘Of course, when we are really hungry, we don’t +care what we eat. I have eaten pieces of my relatives and friends dozen +of times, when they were mixed with my food, but to tell the truth it +never gave me any trouble. And in many respects I am no better and no +worse than those who don’t care how they make their living, so +long as they have what they want,’ ses the pig.</p> +<p>“And then two farmers came on the scene, and one ses to the +other, as he pointed to the pig with a stick: ‘How much do you +want for the beast?’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘As much as he will fetch,’ ses the owner.</p> +<p>“‘One would think ’twas a work of art you were +trying to dispose of,’ ses the man with the stick. +‘I’ll give you the market price and not a ha’penny +more.’</p> +<p>“‘Very well,’ ses the owner, ‘I’m +satisfied.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb116" href="#pb116" +name="pb116">116</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘And what do you want for that old hen?’ ses the +man with the stick.</p> +<p>“‘Oh,’ ses the owner, ‘she is no more use to +me, and for that reason I must charge you ten or a hundred times her +legitimate value. She is an antique. You can have her for ten +shillings, and be under a compliment to me for my decency, +besides.’</p> +<p>“‘I’ll owe you the money,’ ses the man with +the stick, ‘so that you won’t forget your +generosity.’ And with that they walked away, and I jumped off the +ditch and turned home,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“’Tis a queer world,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“A queer world, surely!” said Micus. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb117" href="#pb117" name="pb117">117</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch8" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">The White Horse of Banba</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first"><span class="corr" id="xd20e1668" title= +"Not in source">“</span>Come in, come in, and make yourself at +home; for the flowers of spring couldn’t be more heartily +welcome,” said Micus Pat to his friend Padna Dan, as he held the +latch of his cottage door. And when Padna crossed the threshold, Micus +turned from his place by the hearth and said: “Close the door, +take off your topcoat, and pull the blinds, while I will heap logs and +faggots on the fire, for ’tis five feet of snow there may be on +the ground before morning, I’m thinking. And who knows but the +house itself may be covered up, and we may not be able to move from +where we are for days and days, or a week inself.”</p> +<p>“True for you,” said Padna. “We never know what +good luck or bad luck the morrow may <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb118" href="#pb118" name="pb118">118</a>]</span>have for any of us. +Howsomever, ’tisn’t grumbling we should be about anything, +but take things as they come. The storm rages furiously without, and +to-night, for all the wisest of us can tell, may be the very last night +of the world. The end must come some time, and when the sun rises on +the morrow, this earth of ours, with all its beauty and all its +mystery, and all its splendour, may be reduced to particles of dust, +that will find its way into the eyes of those who dwell on other +spheres. If the gale continues, the world will be swirled from its +course, and ‘twill surely strike some weighty satellite of the +sun or moon with a mighty crash, and that will be the end of all joy +and sorrow. Then the king will be no more than the beggar, and the +beggar will be as much as the king.”</p> +<p>“I will place the kettle on the hob,” said Micus, +“for ’tis true courage we will want to put into our hearts +with a good drop of poteen this blessed night. And a drop of poteen is +a wonderful thing to drive away the melancholy thoughts that haunt and +bother so many of us. We can <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb119" href= +"#pb119" name="pb119">119</a>]</span>fill glass after glass of steaming +punch, until the jar in the cupboard is empty. For what is life to some +but so many glasses of poteen, the best whiskey or brandy, or wine all +the ways from France itself, and so many meals of food, a few good +books to read, and maybe a congenial friend or two.”</p> +<p>“Life is a rugged and a lonely road, but flowers always grow +on the wayside,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“And when you try to pluck a flower, ’tis a thorn you +will find in your hand, maybe,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“That is so, indeed. But let us forget the pitfalls that await +us at every turn, and while the wind blows let us fill our pipes and +fill our glasses, and sing a merry song if we should feel like doing +so, for there is no use looking for the Devil to bid him good-morrow +until we will meet him. And the best thing to do when he appears in +person, or in disguise, is to pass him by the same as if he was no +relation of yours at all,” said Padna.</p> +<p>And then Micus heaped dried faggots and <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb120" href="#pb120" name="pb120">120</a>]</span>logs +on the glowing hearth, and as they crackled and blazed, red sparks flew +up the chimney, and the shutters of the windows, and the latch of the +door, and the loose tiles on the ridge, and the loose slates on the +gable, shook and rattled, and trees were uprooted, and slates were +blown from the roofs of houses and so was the golden thatch, and havoc +was wrought in the city, the town, and the hamlet, on the mountain +side, in the valley, and by the seashore. And as Micus and Padna +settled themselves comfortably in two armchairs, the white dog and the +black cat drew closer to their feet, while a thrush in his large white +cage made of twigs, and a linnet in his small green cage made of wires +and beechwood, closed their eyes and buried their heads beneath their +wings.</p> +<p>Flash after flash of lightning lit up the darkened countryside, and +each peal of thunder was louder than its predecessor, and at times one +thought that the whole artillery of hell with the Devil in command had +opened fire, and that the fury of the elements would send all to +perdition. But Padna and Micus looked on unperturbed at <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb121" href="#pb121" name="pb121">121</a>]</span>the +crackling faggots. And as the first glass of warm punch was raised on +high, Micus up and said: “Here’s good luck to us all, the +generous as well as the covetous, for ’tis little any of us know +why we are what we are, or why we do the things we do, and don’t +want to do. And as we can’t always be decent, we might at least +be charitable when we can.”</p> +<p>“But alas! alas! we seldom think before we act, and usually +act without thinking, and that’s why there are so many strange +doings and happenings,” said Padna. “Be all that as it may, +neglect not your duty as my host to-night, and take charge of the +decanter, and keep my glass well filled with punch, and my pipe well +filled with tobacco, and I will tell you a story that may set your +heart beating against your ribs, and your knees knocking together, and +your hands may shake till the tumbler will fall from your fingers, and +your teeth may rattle until the pipe will fall from your +mouth.”</p> +<p>“Tell it to me, for I’m filled with curiosity to hear a +strange tale. And maybe ’tis a story <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb122" href="#pb122" name= +"pb122">122</a>]</span>about some beautiful woman, or the Aurora +Borealis, or some monster of the deep,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“It isn’t either one or the other, but the story of a +horse,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“A horse, is it?”</p> +<p>“Aye, the White Horse of Banba,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“And how came you to hear it?” said Micus.</p> +<p>“It was an old man of dignified bearing, tall and stately he +was, with a long flowing beard, clear grey-blue eyes, nicely chiseled +features, keen wit, and a soft easy tongue, who told me the +story.”</p> +<p>“And where did you meet him?” said Micus.</p> +<p>“On the high road overlooking the Glen of the Leprechauns, on +a starlit night before the moon came up,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“On with the story,” said Micus.</p> +<p class="tb"></p> +<p>“Well,” said Padna, as he lit his pipe, “three +weeks ago, come Tuesday, I was strolling along the road for myself by +the Bridge of the Seven Witches, thinking of nothing but the future of +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb123" href="#pb123" name= +"pb123">123</a>]</span>the children, when I heard strange footsteps +behind me, and on looking over my shoulder, I espied a man I had never +seen before. And as our eyes met, he up and ses: ‘Good night, +stranger,’ ses he. ‘Good night kindly,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘’Tis a fine night,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘A glorious night, thank God,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Indeed it is that,<span class="corr" id="xd20e1729" +title="Source: ”">’</span> ses he. ‘And a night to be +appreciated and enjoyed by ghosts, fairies, goblins and hobgoblins, +gnomes and elves, owls and barroway-bats, and all the strange creatures +of the earth, that does be scared to venture out in the broad daylight, +as well as man himself.’</p> +<p>“‘There’s no doubt whatever about what you +say,’ ses I. ‘And a fine night for any one who likes to +walk to the top of a mountain to see the moon rising, the stars +twinkling, or for those who like to hear the soft wind blowing through +the tall rushes in the bogs, and making music, the like of which would +inspire a poet to write verses and have them printed in a book, for +women to read and talk about, and hold disputatious arguments on modern +poetry,’ ses I. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb124" href= +"#pb124" name="pb124">124</a>]</span></p> +<p>“And so we walked and talked until we came to the great Cliff +of Banba, that overlooks the ocean on the southwest coast. And as we +sat down to rest our weary limbs, he looked from the sky to a high +pinnacle of rock, and ses: ‘A beautiful sight is the Cliff of +Banba when viewed from the ocean beyond, in a small boat, a sloop, or a +four-masted ship. But the most beautiful of all sights is to see the +White Horse of Banba himself.’</p> +<p>“‘I never heard tell of him,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Why, you must be a queer man, not to have heard tell +of the White Horse of Banba. Now,’ ses he, as he crossed his +legs, and put his hand under his jaw, ‘fill your pipe,’ ses +he, ‘and smoke, and smoke, and smoke until you will drive cold +fear from your heart. For the story I am going to tell you this blessed +night may turn every hair on your head as white as the drifting snow, +and every tooth in your head may chatter, and rattle and fall out on +the ground.’</p> +<p>“‘Oh,’ ses I, ‘’twould take more than +the mere telling of a story, no matter how long or how short, or a +hundred stories about the living or <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb125" href="#pb125" name="pb125">125</a>]</span>the dead to scare or +frighten or disturb me in any way, and I a married man for more years +than you could count on your own fingers and toes, and herself as +stubborn and as contrary as the first day she made up her mind to marry +me. So ’tis thinking I am that I will be neither white, nor grey, +nor sallow, nor toothless, nor bald maybe, after I have heard the story +of the White Horse of Banba; or the Black Horse of Carrigmore, and he +that took Shauneen the Cobbler away on his back on a dark and windy +night and drowned him in the Lough at Cork, because he was cursed by +the widow Maloney for spoiling the heel of her shoe.’</p> +<p>“‘God forgive her for putting a curse on any poor +man,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘Amen,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses he, ‘if you think that you will +be neither white, nor grey, nor one way nor another but the way you are +at this present moment, I wouldn’t be boasting, if I were you, +until the story is told. Because once it strikes your ears, you can +never keep it out of your mind, whether <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb126" href="#pb126" name="pb126">126</a>]</span>you be sailing over +the seas in a full-rigged clipper, or walking the lonely roads at home, +or in foreign parts. ‘Twill be with you when you wake up in the +morning, and when you are going to bed at night, and even when you are +asleep and dreaming inself.’</p> +<p>“‘If ’tis such a wonderful and astonishing story +as all that, why don’t you write it down, and have it printed in +a book?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Some of the best stories were never written,’ +ses he. ‘And some of the wisest sayings are forgotten and the +foolish ones remembered. But once the story of the White Horse of Banba +is told, ‘twill keep ringing in your ears till the dawn of your +doom.’</p> +<p>“‘Really?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Yes,’ ses he. ‘’Tis the White Horse +of Banba who comes in the dark of the night to carry us all from the +Prison of Life to the Land of the Mighty Dead. And ’twas he stole +the woman of my heart from me.’</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses I, ‘maybe ’tis better +that he should have stolen her than some worthless bla’guard +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb127" href="#pb127" name= +"pb127">127</a>]</span>who couldn’t appreciate and treat her +decently. There are more married than keep good house,’ ses +I.</p> +<p>“‘That’s true, but ’tis no comfort for a man +to see the woman he loves the wife of another, unless she might have +the devil of a temper, and no taste for anything but gallivanting +through the streets,’ ses he. ‘And only for the White Horse +of Banba, I might be the father of a fine large family, who would be +able to earn enough to keep me idle in my old age. Then I +wouldn’t have to be worrying and fretting, when I am walking +behind a plough or a harrow, on a warm day, or searching the boreens, +the long winding lanes, or the dusty roads, looking for a lost sheep or +a wandering cow, and watering the green grass that grows under my feet +with the sweat that does be falling from my brow. Not, indeed, that I +couldn’t have more wives than I’d want. But ’tis too +respectable a man I am to ever fall in love with more than one woman. +And that’s something that very few can boast of, whether they be +single or married, inself.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb128" +href="#pb128" name="pb128">128</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘And who told you about the White Horse of +Banba?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘I have seen him with my own two eyes,’ ses +he.</p> +<p>“‘Where?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘In this very spot. And I have seen him in every nook +and corner of the land from the Giants’ Causeway to the Old Head +of Kinsale, and as many times as you forgot to keep your promises too, +and he with the golden shoes and hoofs of ivory, and a long mane that +reaches down to the ground and a neck more beautiful than a swan, and +eyes that sparkle like glow-worms when night is as dark as +pitch.’</p> +<p>“‘And he will carry us all to the Land of the Mighty +Dead?’</p> +<p>“‘Yes, he will carry each and every one of us to the +great country beyond the grave.’</p> +<p>“‘’Tis strange indeed,’ ses I, ‘that +you should see the White Horse of Banba so often.’</p> +<p>“‘Some are more favoured than others,’ ses he. +‘But if you will wait until the lights in the city grow dim, and +when the lights in the sky <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb129" href= +"#pb129" name="pb129">129</a>]</span>sparkle and glimmer, and when the +birds fall asleep on their perches, and the dogs begin to snore in +their kennels, and all the tired people are stretched in their beds, +then if you are lucky you may see him passing by here, and he flying +through the night, the way you’d see a pigeon racing home, or a +meteor shooting through space.’</p> +<p>“‘And is it all alone that he does be?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘No. There is always some one on his back, and the +banshee follows at his heels, wailing and moaning the way you’d +be scared out of your wits.<span class="corr" id="xd20e1792" title= +"Not in source">’</span></p> +<p>“‘But some people have no wits,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘That’s so. But we all dread something. It may be +the sea, fire, loneliness, the past, the present, the future, +hereafter, a wife with an angel’s face and the tongue of the +Devil, a rat maybe, or a shadow itself. There’s a weak spot in +the strongest, and a strong spot in the weakest, even though it might +be stubbornness. But there’s nothing to make a man more scared +than the cry of the banshee that follows the White <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb130" href="#pb130" name= +"pb130">130</a>]</span>Horse of Banba as he gallops along the dreary +roads, where the ghosts themselves would be afraid to venture. And he +always has some one on his back, holding on to his wavy mane, lest they +might fall and be dashed to pieces on the cobbled roadway. Sometimes it +does be an old man full of days with toothless gums and white hair that +you’d see, and other times some comely maiden, with the virtue of +purity and innocence stamped on her brow, and she more beautiful than +Helen of Troy or the Queen of Sheba. And oftentimes it does be a little +child with rosy cheeks and golden curls, or maybe an infant who just +opened its eyes to get one peep at the world, and then closed them +forever. It may be a young giant of a man that you’d see, or an +old woman, wrinkled and feeble. And as he skelters by, the very trees +themselves bow their heads, the corncrakes in the meadows and the toads +in the marshes keep still, and you would hear no sound at all, except +the clattering of hoofs on the stony roads and the wailing of the +banshee. ’Tis along this very road that the White Horse +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb131" href="#pb131" name= +"pb131">131</a>]</span>comes at the close of night and the birth of +morn, and he races with the speed of the lightning flash, until he +comes to the top of the cliff beyond, where he stands for a little +while, sniffs the air and shakes his mane, turns his head and gives a +knowing look at whoever does be on his back. Then a weird whinnying cry +is heard, and he plunges into the sea, and he swims and swims through +the surf and billows until he reaches the edge of the moon that does be +rising out of the waters at the horizon. As quick as thought he shakes +the water from his mane, stamps and prances and jumps from the top of +the moon to the nearest star, and from star to star until he arrives at +the Golden Gate of the Land of No Returning.</p> +<p>“‘Then he walks through a beautiful avenue, sheltered by +tall green trees and made fragrant with sweet blooms, until he is met +by St. Peter and St. Patrick on the steps of a marble palace. And the +stranger on his back dismounts and accompanies the Holy Apostles into +the Sanctum Sanctorum where a record of our good and bad <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb132" href="#pb132" name= +"pb132">132</a>]</span>deeds is kept. And when the record book is found +and the stranger’s fate discovered, St. Peter looks at St. +Patrick, and St. Patrick looks at St. Peter, but no words at all are +spoken. Then the stranger is hurried away by an attendant with a +flaming sword in his hand.’</p> +<p>“‘And where does the angel with the flaming sword carry +the poor stranger?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Nobody knows,’ ses he. ‘And the pity of it +all is that very few care. It was the White Horse of Banba <span class= +"corr" id="xd20e1811" title="Not in source">who</span> took my father +away and my grandfather, and his father and grandfather, and his father +before him again, and some night when we may least expect it he will +take ourselves, and gallop along like the wind over the highways and +byways, through the meadows and marshes, underneath bridges, and over +the cobbled tracts on the mountain side. And a terrifying sight it is +to see him as he thunders past. He spares no one at all, and takes +those we love and those we hate. He stole the woman of my heart from +me, and made me the lonely man that I am to-night.’ <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb133" href="#pb133" name="pb133">133</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘But isn’t it a foolish thing for you to remain a +bachelor, and the world full of beautiful women waiting to be loved by +some one?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘A man only loves once,’ ses he, ‘and when +the woman of your heart is dead who would want to be living at +all?’</p> +<p>“‘And now that the woman of your heart is dead, why +don’t you try and forget her when you may never see her +again?’</p> +<p>“‘Of course I will see her again. Life is but the shadow +of eternity, and before to-morrow’s sun will flood the East with +dazzling light, I will see the woman of my heart.’</p> +<p>“‘Where will you see her?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘In a land farther away than the farthest +star.’</p> +<p>“‘And who will carry you there?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘The White Horse of Banba,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘But he may not pass this way to-night,’ ses +I.</p> +<p>“‘As sure as you will make some mistake to-morrow he +will pass this way to-night,’ ses he. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb134" href="#pb134" name="pb134">134</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘How do you know?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘We know lots of things that we have never been +told,’ ses he. ‘And you will be wiser to-morrow than you +are to-day. The hands of the clock are now together at the midnight +hour, and I can hear the clattering of hoofs in the +distance.’</p> +<p>“‘Maybe the White Horse of Banba is coming,’ ses +I.</p> +<p>“‘He is,’ ses he, ‘and there is no one on +his back this time, for he is looking for me.’</p> +<p>“And as true as I’m telling you, a fiery steed rushed +over the hill, and the stranger jumped on his back, and ses, +‘Good-by,’ ses he, ‘till we meet again in the Valley +of the Dead on the Judgment Day.’</p> +<p>“And then the White Horse of Banba scampered along the rugged +pathway with the wailing banshee at his heels, until the top of the +cliff was reached, and before I could realize what had happened, he +plunged into the dark waters,’ said Padna.</p> +<p class="tb"></p> +<p>“‘I hope it will be many a long day before either +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb135" href="#pb135" name= +"pb135">135</a>]</span>of us will be taken to the world next +door,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“I hope so too,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“I wonder is the decanter empty,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Not yet,” said Padna. <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb136" href="#pb136" name="pb136">136</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch9" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">Rebellions</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">“Come in and sit down by the fire, and +don’t stand shivering there at the door,” said Padna Dan to +his neighbor, Micus Pat. “One would think you were afraid to be +natural.”</p> +<p>“I’m only afraid of myself and my own +foolishness,” answered Micus. “So I’ll go in and sit +down. On a cold night, there’s nothing like a good fire, a pipe +of tobacco, a cheerful companion, and a faithful dog to lie at your +feet. ’Tis better than being married a hundred times. Marriage +should be the last thought in any sensible man’s head.”</p> +<p>“Married men,” said Padna, “are very tiresome +people. They are ever either boasting about their wives and children or +else abusing them. And married women are always worse than their +husbands. A woman becomes a tyrant <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb137" +href="#pb137" name="pb137">137</a>]</span>when she knows her husband is +afraid of her, and a good wife when she is afraid of him, and when both +are afraid of each other the children are afraid of neither. And +children that aren’t afraid of their parents get married young +and always to the wrong people. But as people who want to get married +will get married, then let them get married and enjoy themselves if +they like trouble. I’ve been trying to keep out of trouble all my +lifetime, and no one has ever failed so successfully,” said +Micus.</p> +<p>“There’s only one way to keep out of trouble,” +said Padna.</p> +<p>“And what way is that?”</p> +<p>“Well, by either drowning, hanging, or poisoning +yourself.”</p> +<p>“I’d rather fall from an aeroplane, or die a respectable +death and have my name in the papers, than do anything so common as +drowning or hanging myself, if I was trying to escape from marrying a +widow.”</p> +<p>“Wisha, when all is said and done, the longest life is so +short that ’tis only a fool, or maybe a very <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb138" href="#pb138" name="pb138">138</a>]</span>wise +man, that would make it any shorter. When we fall out of the cradle, we +almost fall into the grave, so to speak, and unless we are either very +bad or very good, we’re forgotten before the grass commences to +sprout above us.”</p> +<p>“A graveyard is a great place surely, for grass to grow and +flowers to bloom, and for ghosts to take the fresh air for themselves, +but the last place to go for a rest.”</p> +<p>“And the only place for a poor man. Because there’s no +rest in life, except for the very stupid people and the +philosophers.”</p> +<p>“And what’s the difference between a stupid man and a +philosopher?”</p> +<p>“The stupid man is naturally easy in his mind because of his +wonderful gift from providence, and the philosopher pretends that you +are a wise man, when you know that you are only one of the many poor +fools sent astray in this world, without the least notion where your +wandering footsteps may lead you to, or your preaching lead +others.”</p> +<p>“And isn’t it philosophy that keeps the world +together?” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb139" href="#pb139" +name="pb139">139</a>]</span></p> +<p>“No, ’tis not philosophy, but pride, and pride that +pulls it asunder, and pride that makes hell and heaven. Pride is the +net that the Devil goes fishing with.”</p> +<p>“The world must be full of fools then, because I can’t +understand myself or any one else, and I never met any one who could +understand me.”</p> +<p>“If a man could understand himself, he’d die of wisdom, +and if he could understand his friend, he’d become his +enemy.”</p> +<p>“And what would happen if a man could understand his +enemy?”</p> +<p>“Well, then, he’d be so wise that he’d never get +married.”</p> +<p>“We’ll try and forget the women for a while, and talk a +little about the other wonders of the world. There’s nothing more +extraordinary than the patience of married men. The world is full of +wonders, police, clergy, and public houses. But what I do be wondering +most about at the close of day is, how did all the stars get into the +sky?” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb140" href="#pb140" name= +"pb140">140</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Well, well, to be sure! There’s ignorance for you! +Didn’t you ever hear tell of the night of the big +wind?”</p> +<p>“Of course, I did.”</p> +<p>“That was the night the earth was blown about in the heavens +the way you’d see a piece of paper in the month of March. She was +carried from one place to another, until, lo and behold! she struck the +moon a wallop and shattered her highest mountains into smithereens, and +all the pieces that fell into the sky were turned into the stars you +see floating about on frosty nights.”</p> +<p>“And did she strike the sun at all in her travels?”</p> +<p>“How could the earth strike the sun, you omadhaun?”</p> +<p>“It should be as easy to strike the sun as the moon, but how +she could strike either is more than any one will ever be able to +understand, I’m thinking.”</p> +<p>“‘Pon my word, but you’re the most ignorant man +one could meet in a year of Saturdays. Don’t you know that the +sun is a round hole in <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb141" href= +"#pb141" name="pb141">141</a>]</span>the floor of Heaven through which +all the fairies and politicians fell the night of the +rebellion?”</p> +<p>“And was there a rebellion in Heaven?”</p> +<p>“Wisha, what kind of a man are you not to know all these +things? Sure, there’s rebellions everywhere.”</p> +<p>“What kind of a rebellion do you refer to?”</p> +<p>“Well, there are only two kinds, though there’s no +difference between them.”</p> +<p>“And what are they?”</p> +<p>“Rebellions with a reason and rebellions without a +reason.”</p> +<p>“And why should there be rebellions at all?”</p> +<p>“Well, because when people get tired of being good they become +bad, and when they get tired of being bad they become good.”</p> +<p>“I hope I’ll never be in a rebellion,” said +Micus.</p> +<p>“Rebellions are the salt of life,” said Padna. +“Only for the rebellion in Heaven, we wouldn’t be here +to-day enjoying ourselves at the expense of our neighbors. Don’t +you know that we are to take the place of the fallen angels and that we +must win the respect of St. Peter and St. Patrick <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb142" href="#pb142" name="pb142">142</a>]</span>by +our courageous behavior? I’m never happy only when I’m in +the thick of battle, and the only music that charms me is the +thunderous cannonading of the enemy. That’s the time that I have +the courage of a lion, the grace and power of an elephant, and the fire +of hell withal in my eye, ready to conquer or die for my convictions. +The man who can’t feel and act like a hero should—What +noise is that?”</p> +<p>“Only your wife scolding some one outside the door,” +answered Micus.</p> +<p>“’Tis her voice, surely. Then be off with yourself by +the back door, for ’tis ten by the clock, and mind the dog in the +haggard while I’ll put out the light and go to bed,” said +Padna. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb143" href="#pb143" name= +"pb143">143</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch10" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">Kings and Commoners</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">“Well,” said Padna, as he rested his +elbows on the parapet of Blackrock Castle, and watched the river Lee +winding its way towards the ocean, “when I look upon a scene so +charming as this, with its matchless beauty, I feel that I am not +myself at all, but some mediæval king or other, surveying my +dominions, and waiting for the sound of the hunter’s horn to wake +me from my revery. If at the present moment, an army of chivalrous +archers, with white plumes in their green hats and bows and arrows +slung on their shoulders and Robin Hood himself at their head, were to +march from out the woods at Glountawn, I wouldn’t utter the least +note of surprise or exclamation. No, Micus, not a single word would I +say, even though they might lay a herd of slaughtered deer at my feet, +and pin a falcon’s <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb144" href= +"#pb144" name="pb144">144</a>]</span>wing on my breast; so much do I +feel a part of the good old days when there was no duty on tobacco and +whiskey.”</p> +<p>“Sometimes,” said Micus, “I too feel that I own +the whole countryside, and in a sense I do. Because I can get as much +pleasure from looking at it, and admiring all its dazzling splendour, +as if I had the trouble of keeping it in order and paying rates and +taxes. And after all, what does any of us want but the world to look +at, enough to eat and drink, and a little diversion when we feel like +it?”</p> +<p>“A man with imagination and insight,” said Padna, +“need never want for entertainment, because he can always +appreciate and enjoy the folly of others, without having to pay for it. +But be that as it may, ’tis more satisfying still to have a love +of nature and all that’s beautiful, and a healthy distaste for +all that’s coarse and ugly.”</p> +<p>“The world is made up of all kinds of people, who want to +enjoy themselves in some way or other,” said Micus, “and +the spirit of destruction is the Devil’s contribution to human +happiness. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb145" href="#pb145" name= +"pb145">145</a>]</span>Why, man alive, you could drown the whole German +Army, and the Kaiser and all his henchmen, in the depths of beautiful +Lough Mahon that stretches before us, and the French wouldn’t +feel the least sorry. And you could drown the whole French Army and +General Joffre, and the Germans wouldn’t feel sorry. And you +could drown Sir Blunderbluff Carson, and John Redmond wouldn’t +feel sorry, and you could drown the Russian, French, English and German +armies, and the socialists wouldn’t be sorry, and you could drown +all the socialists and the Salvation Army, and the Devil wouldn’t +be sorry.”</p> +<p>“All the same,” said Padna, “’twould be a +pity to wound the dignity of the Kaiser by drowning him in a +comparatively small and shallow place like Lough Mahon when he could be +drowned just as comfortably and easily in the middle of the Atlantic or +Pacific Ocean,—or the Dardanelles, for that matter. And as for +all the trouble ‘twould give the Russians, you could tie him by +the heels to a clothesline in your back yard, the way they tied the +tails of the Kilkenny cats, and <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb146" +href="#pb146" name="pb146">146</a>]</span>dip his head in a bucket of +goat’s milk mixed with gunpowder, and let him drown that +way.”</p> +<p>“There’s good and bad in the worst of us,” said +Micus, “and I am sure the Allies would be sorry to have him +drowned at all, when he could be given, for his own private use and +benefit, a superabundance of everlasting peace tokens, such as they +give the poor devils in the trenches.”</p> +<p>“Free samples of poisonous gas, you mean, I presume,” +said Padna.</p> +<p>“Yes,” said Micus. “However, ’tisn’t +for the likes of us to be discussing the ways of mighty monarchs when +we are only poor men ourselves.”</p> +<p>“Hard work,” said Padna, “never killed the +gentry.”</p> +<p>“No,” said Micus, “nor decency either, and if they +were to eat twice as much, ‘twouldn’t make them any +better.”</p> +<p>“When you come to think about it,” said Padna, +“’tis the hell of a thing why a man should have to work for +himself, or have to work at all.”</p> +<p>“Indeed it is, and I always lose my temper <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb147" href="#pb147" name="pb147">147</a>]</span>when +I think of the poor men and women, too, who must get up when it is only +time to be going to bed, and work until they fall on the floor from +sheer exhaustion and no one to care or bother about them. Sure, there +must be something wrong, if that sort of thing is right, and the gentry +should be ashamed of themselves for making such conditions possible and +they doing nothing but spending money that they never earned, and +making laws for the poor.”</p> +<p>“’Tis disgusting,” said Micus, “to think +that we should have to work for any one, even though they might be the +Prince of Wales, or the Duke of the North Pole himself.”</p> +<p>“I can’t see for the life of me,” said Padna, +“why we couldn’t make our living as easy as the birds of +the air, the fish of the sea, the insects of the field, or the +policemen. Sure, when you come to think of it, a king is no more than +any other man, only for all the fuss that does be made about him. And I +don’t see why one man should be thought better than another when +he isn’t. Only for the fine clothes that some of us wear, +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb148" href="#pb148" name= +"pb148">148</a>]</span>no one would take the least notice of us, and if +you were to put a dead king and a dead duke, and yourself and myself +beside each other, Micus, on the top of the Galtee Mountains, and +exposed our carcasses to the rains and the snow, not to mention the +southwesterly gales, for three months, when the experts would come +along to identify us, ’tis the way they would think that you were +the duke and I was the king, and the duke was no one but yourself, and +who could the king be but myself.”</p> +<p>“And maybe ’tis the way that they would think that you +were only the duke, and that myself was the king,” said +Padna.</p> +<p>“’Tis true, of course, that a king is no more than one +of ourselves when he is dead, but there is no doubt about him being a +good deal more when he is alive. Nevertheless, it would be a proud +thing for the Padna Dan family to have one of their kinsmen buried with +the pomp and ceremony of a mighty monarch, and they never to produce +anything more than birdcatchers and bowl players. Yes, Padna, +‘twould be a great <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb149" href= +"#pb149" name="pb149">149</a>]</span>thing entirely, and ye that always +lived in a house that you could put your hand down the chimney and open +the front door, if you forgot your latch-key. The mistake would never +be discovered till the Judgment Day, and then you’d rise from +your grave, glorious and triumphant with a crown of shiny jewels on +your head, and a royal sceptre in your hand, and a robe of state that +would cover you all over, and you looking as happy and contented as +though you were used to wearing overcoats all your lifetime.”</p> +<p>“And what about yourself, Micus,” said Padna, “and +you with a red cap on your head, like the dukes wear on state +occasions, and a snowball in one hand and a bear’s claw in the +other, the way the people would think you were the Duke of the North +Pole and not yourself at all?”</p> +<p>“All the same,” said Micus, “I’d rather be a +duke at any time than have to work for a living.”</p> +<p>“So would I,” said Padna. “And in that sense, we +only echo the true sentiments of every democrat. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb150" href="#pb150" name="pb150">150</a>]</span>Yet, +when I was a young man, I never bothered my head about royalty, but I +was as full of wild fancies as a balloon is of wind. And there +wasn’t one from the Old Head of Kinsale to the Giants’ +Causeway more headstrong and intolerant than myself.”</p> +<p>“I believe every word of that,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Like other temperamental and idealistic people, I naturally +felt very disappointed and likewise disgusted with the existing order +of things, and there and then I ses to myself: ‘Padna Dan,’ +ses I, ‘the world is in a wretched condition and badly wants a +great reformer.’ So with that I appointed myself mediator between +good and evil, and indeed, at first I thought it would be possible to +form some kind of compromise between those two giant forces that have +kept the world in awe ever since Adam was a boy. But subsequently I +decided that the best and only thing to do would be to rid the world of +evil altogether.”</p> +<p>“And how could that be done at all?” said Micus. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb151" href="#pb151" name= +"pb151">151</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Well, as I was filled with the enthusiasm and ignorance of +youth, I tried to make up my mind whether I would follow in the +footsteps of Savonarola, St. Francis, or St. Patrick himself, but when +I thought of what happened to Savonarola, and after all these years we +don’t know whether St. Patrick was a Scotchman or an Irishman, +but principally when I took into consideration my own strong sense of +personal comfort, and my insignificance withal, when compared to +greater men who have suffered so much and accomplished so little, I +finally decided to leave the regeneration of mankind to the +suffragettes or some one else.”</p> +<p>“You’re a philosopher,” said Micus, “but +I’m afraid that you will accomplish no more for humanity with +your old talk, than a patent medicine advertisement or the police +themselves. Sure, every young man with a spark of decency in him must +have felt as generous as yourself at some time or other in his life. If +we could all reform ourselves before trying to reform others, then +there would be some hope for mankind, but generous impulses such as +yours, Padna Dan, <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb152" href="#pb152" +name="pb152">152</a>]</span>are only produced by the assimilation of +black coffee or strong tea, or else an innate conceit. When the Lord +made the world, he must have known the kind of people he was going to +put there. Hence, Padna, the superabundance of people like yourself to +be met with everywhere.”</p> +<p>“Well,” said Padna, “whether we mean what we say +or not, we must keep talking. Sure, ’tis talk that keeps the +world going, and if we are not dead in a hundred years, we will be very +near it, so it behooves us one and all to enjoy ourselves while we are +here, lest it may be unwise to postpone our pleasure until we arrive in +the other world.”</p> +<p>“This world,” said Micus, “in a sense, is good +enough for me, and I wouldn’t object to living on here for ever, +if I could, instead of taking a chance with what’s to +follow.”</p> +<p>“Life is a game of ups and downs, and love very often is an +accident. If we did not meet our wives, we never would have married +them, of course. And if our wives did not meet us, they might have met +some one better. And happy indeed is the <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb153" href="#pb153" name="pb153">153</a>]</span>man who marries the +woman he loves before she marries some one else.”</p> +<p>“’Tis sad to think,” said Padna, “that when +we get sensible enough to appreciate our own folly, the beauties of +nature, and the idiosyncracies of our friends and enemies, we find +ourselves on the brink of the grave. Yet, we might all be worse off and +treated no better than the poor prisoners of Sarduanna.”</p> +<p>“We are all prisoners, in a sense, from the very minute we are +born, and we may be prisoners after we are dead too, for all any of us +know,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“That may be,” said Padna, “but nevertheless, some +of us know how to treat ourselves better than the authorities treat the +prisoners of Sarduanna.”</p> +<p>“And how are they treated at all? Is it the way they get too +much to eat and not enough of work, or too much work and not enough to +eat?”</p> +<p>“’Tisn’t so much one as the other, but something +worse than either. They get nothing to <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb154" href="#pb154" name="pb154">154</a>]</span>eat but pickled pork +from one end of the year to the other,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“And what do they get to quench their thirst?” said +Micus.</p> +<p>“Salt fish,” said Padna. <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb155" href="#pb155" name="pb155">155</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch11" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">The Folly of Being Foolish</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">“What are you doing there?” said Padna Dan +to Micus Pat, as he watched him sifting sand between his fingers as he +stood on the shore of Bantry Bay.</p> +<p>“I’m doing what nobody ever thought of doing before and +what no one may ever think of doing again,” said Micus. +“I’m counting the pebbles of Bantry Bay from Dunboy to +Glengarriffe. And that’s more than Napoleon thought of +doing.”</p> +<p>“And why should you be doing the likes of that?” said +Padna.</p> +<p>“Well,” said Micus, “when they’re all +counted, I’ll know more than before and be as famous as the King +of Spain himself.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb156" href= +"#pb156" name="pb156">156</a>]</span></p> +<p>“You might as well be trying to count all the blades of grass +from Dunkirk to Belgrade, but you’d be dead and forgotten long +before you’d have as much as the ten thousandth part of half of +them counted,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“What do you know about counting pebbles or the red skeeories +that does be on the white thorn-bushes in the month of August?” +said Micus.</p> +<p>“As much as any sensible man wants to know,” said Padna. +“If you want to be really foolish, you ought to leave the pebbles +alone, and start counting all the grains of sand in the +world.”</p> +<p>“I’ll count the pebbles first,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“’Tis only vanity that makes a man do what every one +else is too sensible to do,” said Padna. “But ’tis +better to be foolish itself and get married than to be so vain that you +don’t know you’re foolish.”</p> +<p>“And why should I get married?” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Well,” said Padna, “a man’s wife is always +a great comfort to him when he wants to get fed, when he’s sick +in bed and requires nursing, or when he’s too well off and +suffers from discontent. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb157" href= +"#pb157" name="pb157">157</a>]</span>Besides, ’tis a great thing +to have a wife to quarrel with when you’re afraid of quarreling +with any one else.”</p> +<p>“And why should I quarrel with my wife without reason if I had +one?”</p> +<p>“Abuse, you know, is the great safety valve that keeps the +world from exploding, and if you won’t abuse your wife, +she’ll abuse you,” said Padna, “and isn’t it +better to be first than last in anything?”</p> +<p>“I don’t think so,” said Micus. “I’d +rather be the last than the first man to meet a widow looking for a +husband.”</p> +<p>“And why?” said Padna.</p> +<p>“There’s no escape from widows,” said Micus, +“whatever accidents might happen with inexperienced young +women.”</p> +<p>“There’s something in what you say,” said Padna. +“Perseverance, pugnacity, and stupidity are necessary for success +if you aren’t cursed with intelligence and good breeding. And you +can get any young woman without money to marry you against her will, +but if you’re wise enough you <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb158" href="#pb158" name="pb158">158</a>]</span>won’t. I need +not tell you that lovers are only sensible when they commence wondering +at the foolishness of their own children.”</p> +<p>“A man thinking about getting married should have two women to +choose from.”</p> +<p>“And why, might I ask?”</p> +<p>“Well, because if he lost one he could have the other, and if +he lost both he would know what it is to be lucky. Marriage, you know, +always makes one master and two slaves.”</p> +<p>“’Tis too bad that there should be any +slaves.”</p> +<p>“It is, but while men will marry for love, and women for +money, we cannot expect a change in our social conditions.”</p> +<p>“There will be no change in the world while men suffering from +indigestion will marry cooks.”</p> +<p>“That’s a wise thing for a sensible man to do. A cranky +and delicate man should marry a nurse, a man always out of employment +should marry a dressmaker, and a man fond of quietness and reading +should live with a married sister, if she has no children.”</p> +<p>“Wisha, after all’s said and done, there’s +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb159" href="#pb159" name= +"pb159">159</a>]</span>nothing worse nor better than being a bachelor, +as the case may be. ’Tis better to be a bachelor, I’m +thinking, for you may go to your grave without being disillusioned. But +when a man’s dead, it doesn’t matter whether he was married +or not, or shot by an ivory-handled revolver or died from +rheumatics.”</p> +<p>“A man suffering from rheumatics should be mindful of the +westerly gales, and the frosts of winter, and keep from eating salty +beef and tomatoes. I think a rheumaticky man should get married, but +should not marry a woman with a tendency to gout. And ’tis always +well to marry an orphan because there’s nothing worse than +mothers-in-law, except sisters-in-law, and they’re the devil +entirely.”</p> +<p>“To change the subject,” said Micus, “I +don’t think it is fair to catch lobsters at night. No one wants +to be disturbed in their sleep.”</p> +<p>“If you look at things like that,” said Padna, +“you’ll never be happy, and though it isn’t easy to +please myself, I think ’tis a grand thing entirely that all +caterpillars are vegetarians.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb160" href="#pb160" name="pb160">160</a>]</span></p> +<p>“I don’t think we should waste time talking about +caterpillars. They never do anything but eat cabbage and cause +gardeners to use bad language. Of course, the history of a buffalo or a +butterfly is a wonderful thing, but if elephants were to grow wings we +wouldn’t take any notice of canaries, bees, or water hens,” +said Micus.</p> +<p>“I’d give a lot of money to see a flock of elephants +flying over the Rock of Cashel,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“That would be a great thing for the newspapers and the moving +pictures, though perhaps a dangerous thing for people of a nervous +disposition,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“And ‘twould be the devil of a thing entirely if they +forgot to fly.”</p> +<p>“Nervousness is a curse or a blessing, according to the +individual, of course. The evil that some men do lives after them, and +the good does be interred with their bones.”</p> +<p>“That’s true, but when men do neither good nor harm they +might as well keep out of politics <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb161" +href="#pb161" name="pb161">161</a>]</span>altogether. No man is as wise +or as foolish as he thinks he is, and if you were to capture all the +stray thoughts that does be floating about in your head and put them +down in writing, you’d be the greatest curiosity that ever +was.”</p> +<p>“When a man loses a button,” said Micus, “he +should immediately sew it on for himself, if he couldn’t get any +one to do it for him.”</p> +<p>“Selfishness is the basis of success,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“To give away what you don’t want is wisdom without +generosity, and to keep what is of no use to you is the worst kind of +folly.”</p> +<p>“Fighting is a natural instinct, and to fight for what’s +yours, be it honor or property, is a noble thing, but to fight for what +doesn’t belong to you is both dangerous and foolish.”</p> +<p>“That’s so indeed. I saw two crows fighting for a crust +of bread that a child dropped in the street, and they didn’t +cease until both had their eyes picked out.”</p> +<p>“And who got the crust?”</p> +<p>“A sparrow who came along while they were fighting, and +devoured it.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb162" href="#pb162" +name="pb162">162</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Then the crows without knowing it became +philanthropists.”</p> +<p>“Well, ’tis better to make mistakes if some one benefits +by them than to make no mistakes at all. I think I’ll go on +counting the pebbles and leave you to find a philosophy for +yourself,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Well,” said Padna, “when a man can content +himself by being foolish, ’tis only a fool that would be a +philosopher.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb163" href="#pb163" +name="pb163">163</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch12" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">The Lady of the Moon</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">“’Tis a strange thing,” said Padna +to Micus, as he sat on a boulder in his back garden, carving a +dog’s head on the handle of a blackthorn walking stick, +“that notwithstanding all the millions of people in the world, no +two are alike, and stranger still that no two leaves of a tree, or +blades of grass, are alike either. And while in a sense we are always +doing something for others, ’tis ourselves we do be thinking +about most of the time.”</p> +<p>“True, very true! And as they say across the water: +‘Every man for himself, and the dollar for us all.’ Or as +the Devil said when he joined the police force: ‘There’s no +one like our own,’” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Life is full of surprises, and the world is full <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb164" href="#pb164" name="pb164">164</a>]</span>of +strange people,” said Padna. “And ’tis a good job +that we are like the leaves of the trees, and the blades of grass, so +alike and yet so different. If we all had the same tastes, we might +have no taste at all, so to speak.”</p> +<p>“Speaking of strange people,” said Micus, “I +wonder if you ever heard tell of one Malachi Riordan who used to sit in +his back yard, every fine night, watching the reflection of the moon in +a bucket of water, hoping to find the evening star with the aid of his +wife’s spectacles.”</p> +<p>“I did not then,” said Padna. “But I met just as +strange a man, and he sitting on his hat on the banks of the Fairy Lake +of Lisnavarna, watching the moon’s reflection in the clear +waters, and the devil a one of him knew that he was contrary at +all.”</p> +<p>“Sure if a man was contrary, he wouldn’t know it, and if +he was told he was contrary, he wouldn’t believe it, but think +that every one was contrary but himself,” said Micus. “And +I believe the Lake at Lisnavarna has a fatal fascination for people who +are as sensible as ourselves. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb165" +href="#pb165" name="pb165">165</a>]</span>’Twas there that Matty +Morrissey, the great fiddler of Arnaliska, and the holy Bishop of +Clonmorna met their doom.”</p> +<p>“How?” said Padna.</p> +<p>“They were driving in an open carriage along the lonely roads +at the dead of night,” said Micus, “and no finer carriage +was ever seen, with its two wheels behind and its two wheels before, +and a special seat for the driver, and cushions fit for a duke to sit +on, and the Arms of the Four Provinces painted on the doors, +and—”</p> +<p>“Where were they driving to?” said Padna.</p> +<p>“They were driving at breakneck speed to the little thatched +chapel on the Hill of Meath, with its marble altar, red-tiled floor, +painted Stations of the Cross, and beautiful silver candlesticks, for +the Bishop was in the devil of a hurry to marry Queen Maeve to the +Crown Prince of Spain, and Matty Morrissey was to play the music for +the dancers after the wedding. But, lo and behold! as the carriage +rattled along the dark, winding roads, the holy Bishop, Matty, and the +driver fell fast asleep, and the horse fell asleep also, <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb166" href="#pb166" name="pb166">166</a>]</span>but +he was a somnambulist and kept galloping away the same as if he was +wide-awake, and when he came to the lake, he plunged into its silent +waters, carrying with him the occupants of the carriage, and they all +sank to its icy depths the same as if they were made of lead, and they +were never heard of from that fatal hour to this blessed +day.”</p> +<p>“And why didn’t some one try to recover their bodies and +give them a public funeral and christian burial?” said Padna.</p> +<p>“What would be the use? Sure there is no bottom at all to the +Lake of Lisnavarna. And you might as well be looking for a Christmas +box from the Devil himself as to be looking for any one who gets +drowned there,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“That’s a sad story,” said Padna. “But +’tis better to be drowned inself than roasted to death in a +forest fire, or worse still, talked to death by your mother-in-law or +some of your friends.”</p> +<p>“Talk is a deadly instrument of torture,” said +Micus.</p> +<p>“’Tis indeed,” said Padna, “and sometimes +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb167" href="#pb167" name= +"pb167">167</a>]</span>as bad as silence, but tell me how the disaster +affected Queen Maeve and the Crown Prince.”</p> +<p>“Poor Queen Maeve wept so much that she lost her beauty, and +the Crown Prince married a farmer’s daughter who had a dowry of +three stockingsful of sovereigns, thirty-three acres of loamy soil, +three cows, and three clucking hens,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“’Tis a sad world for some,” said Padna. +“And ’tis my belief that the best as well as the worst of +us don’t give a traneen about women once they lose their +beauty.”</p> +<p>“That’s my belief also,” said Micus. “Yet +only for women there would be no love, and love is the greatest thing +in all the world. It is an echo of Heaven’s glory, so to speak, +and when denied us we don’t live at all. Without love we are +nothing more nor less than dead men, stalking about from place to +place, clutching on to this thing and that thing with the hope that we +will be compensated for what we have missed. For what, might I ask, is +a dog or a cat or a heap of money itself to a man or woman, when the +dark <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb168" href="#pb168" name= +"pb168">168</a>]</span>nights come and the frost and snow does be on +the ground, and the wind blows down the chimney? And even though we +might have plenty faggots for the fire and plenty food in the cupboard, +and more than we want for ourselves, what good is it all, unless we +have some one to share it with us? ’Tis by sharing with others +that we bring ourselves nearer to God. And He has given the earth and +all it contains to the good and bad alike!”</p> +<p>“And ’tis by sharing with ourselves and being decent to +ourselves on all occasions that we acquire wisdom,” said +Padna.</p> +<p>“Be that as it may, now let me hear about the stranger you met +at the Fairy Lake,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Well,” said Padna, “as I approached him I up and +ses: ‘Good night, stranger,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Good night kindly,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘’Tis a fine night, thank God,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘’Tis a glorious night,’ ses he. ‘But +why do you come here to interrupt me, and I enjoying myself without any +expense to you?’</p> +<p>“‘Oh,’ ses I, ‘if you didn’t interrupt +some <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb169" href="#pb169" name= +"pb169">169</a>]</span>people, they would never cease doing foolish +things, and if you didn’t interrupt others they would never make +any progress. And if we never asked questions we might be as ignorant +as the schoolmasters themselves. ’Tis only by studying others +that we can find out how wise or foolish we are ourselves.’</p> +<p>“‘That may be, but curiosity is the cause of all +trouble,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘Curiosity is a sign of intelligence,’ ses I. +‘Because only for it we mightn’t try and find out what +others were doing, and they might steal a march on ourselves, so to +speak, by taking advantage of our indifference.’</p> +<p>“‘Howsomever,’ ses he, ‘what is it to you +what I am doing? If we were only half as interested in our own affairs, +as we are in those of others, ‘twould be a good job for us all. +Then we might achieve some success, but while we will keep bothering +ourselves about others and keep bothering others about ourselves, we +can’t expect either ourselves or any one else to be happy,’ +ses he. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb170" href="#pb170" name= +"pb170">170</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Well, bedad,’ ses I, ‘there’s +something, if not a good deal, in what you say; still and all, if we +weren’t a source of annoyance to our neighbours, and if our +neighbours weren’t a source of annoyance to us, we might all die +of inanition, and the whole globe might become nothing more or less +than a beautiful garden, for the wild animals of the jungle, the birds +of the air, and varmints like rats, mice, and cockroaches,’ ses +I.</p> +<p>“‘Why, my good sir,’ ses he, ‘if you could +have all your questions answered, you would become too wise, and then +you would get so disgusted with yourself and every one else that you +might take it into your head to jump from the top of some high cliff +into a raging sea and end your life in that way.’</p> +<p>“‘If I was going to commit suicide, at all,’ ses +I, ‘’tis the way I’d pay some one to put poison in my +ear while I would be asleep, and die like the King of Denmark +himself.’</p> +<p>“‘Your conceit is refreshing! Not alone would you have +your name in the paper for being a suicide, but for aiding and abetting +in your own <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb171" href="#pb171" name= +"pb171">171</a>]</span>murder as well. ‘Twould be a clear case of +dying by another’s hand at your own instigation. But now to your +query. You asked me what I was looking at in the lake.’</p> +<p>“‘I believe I did,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses he, ‘I was looking at the lady +in the moon.’</p> +<p>“‘The lady in the moon!’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Yes,’ ses he, ‘the lady in the +moon.’</p> +<p>“‘Sure, I always thought there was only a man in the +moon,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘There’s a lady there too, but don’t tell +any one,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘Are you afraid any one might run away with her?’ +ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Well, I am and I am not,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘When did you discover that there was a lady in the +moon?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Years and years ago when I was a young man of three +sixes,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘The Lord save us all!’ ses I. ‘And you +never told the scientists about it?’</p> +<p>“‘I did not,’ ses he. ‘They should have +found <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb172" href="#pb172" name= +"pb172">172</a>]</span>it out for themselves. There’s many a +thing that the scientists don’t know, and many a thing that the +clergy don’t know, and many a thing that the very wisest of us +don’t know, but there is one thing that we all know,’ ses +he.</p> +<p>“‘And what is that?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Some day we will all be as dead as decency. But +nevertheless it doesn’t make us treat each other a bit +better,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘The uncertainty of everything is the only certainty we +have,’ ses I. ‘And very few of us say anything worth +thinking about, and what most of us think is not worth talking about. +However, I’d like to know whether the moon was in the east or the +west when you discovered the lady that captured your heart.’</p> +<p>“‘’Twas in this very lake the moon was when I saw +my love for the first time, and though some fifty years or more have +passed since then, she is as beautiful, lithe, lissome, and gay as +ever, and she as elegant as Helen of Troy herself,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘I’ve been looking at the moon all my +lifetime,’ ses I, ‘in pools of water, lakes, rivers, and +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb173" href="#pb173" name= +"pb173">173</a>]</span>the sky itself, and the devil a one I ever saw +in it at all.’</p> +<p>“‘That’s not a bit surprising,’ ses he. +‘Some walk from the cradle to the grave without noticing the +beauty of the universe, and what’s more, they are never impressed +with what’s extraordinary, or surprised at the obvious. And when +they see the things they have heard so much about, they do be surprised +at what they think is the stupidity of the intelligent people, because +they have no sense of the beautiful themselves.’</p> +<p>“‘God knows,’ ses I, ‘there are women enough +on the face of the earth without going to look for them in the moon, +nevertheless, I’d like to see the lady that’s as purty as +Helen of Troy, and she more beautiful than all the queens of the +world.’</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses he, ‘if you want to see the +lady of the moon, you must take a hop, step, and a jump forward, and a +hop, step, and a jump, backward, then turn on your heel three times, +bore a hole in the crown of your hat with the buckhorn handle of your +blackthorn, put your face in the hat itself, look through the hole the +way you’d look at <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb174" href= +"#pb174" name="pb174">174</a>]</span>the stars through a telescope, and +you’ll see the lady I fell head and heels in love with when I was +a lad of three sixes.’</p> +<p>“‘Bedad,’ ses I, ‘that would be a queer +thing for me to do. Sure while I’d have my face in the hat, you +might run behind me and give me one kick and pitch me headlong into the +lake, and I’d be sinking in its icy waters for ever like Matty +Morrissey the fiddler, and the holy Bishop of Clonmorna.’</p> +<p>“‘God forgive you for having such an evil mind,’ +ses he. ‘I that never did hurt nor harm to any one in all my born +days, but myself.’</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses I, ‘a man always makes a fool +of himself about women, and he might as well make a fool of himself one +way as another, and as I won’t be making a precedent by doing +something idiotic to please another, I’ll bore a hole in my hat, +though I’d rather bore one in yours, and try if I can’t see +the lady.’ And as true as I’m telling you, I looked through +the hole and saw the lady of the moon for the first time, and then I up +and ses to the stranger: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb175" href= +"#pb175" name="pb175">175</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘What kind of a man are you to remain a bachelor all +those long years, and to be coming here night after night, when the +moon shows in the sky, wasting your affection on a lady you never +opened your lips to?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘I’m the happiest man alive,’ ses he. +‘Because the woman I love has never wounded or slighted me in any +way, and what’s more, she never will. She don’t want to be +going out to balls and parties at night, and gallivanting with other +women’s husbands, and she cares as little about the latest +fashions as I do myself. And we have never had as much as a single +quarrel, and we are the same to each other now as when first we met. I +have yet to be disillusioned,’ ses he, ‘and that’s +something worth boasting about.’</p> +<p>“‘But,’ ses I, ‘for all you know, the lady +of the moon might be in love with the man in the moon.’</p> +<p>“‘That’s so,’ ses he. ‘And maybe your +wife might be in love with the man next door, or across the street, or +some one away in the wilds <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb176" href= +"#pb176" name="pb176">176</a>]</span>of Africa, Australia, or America, +or she may be in love with some one who’s dead and gone, or some +good-looking stranger who came into her life for a day or a week and +went out of it for ever. Women can keep their own secrets,’ ses +he. ‘They don’t tell us all they think, and very often when +they say no, they mean yes. You have a lot to learn,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘Maybe I have,’ ses I. ‘But ’tis as +bad for a man to know too much or too little, as to know nothing at +all, I’m thinking.’</p> +<p>“‘Maybe it is,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘And when are you going to wed the lady in the moon? Is +it when she comes down from the sky?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘No,’ ses he, ‘but when she comes up from +the lake.’ And then a large dark cloud floated past and the lady +of the moon was seen no more that night.”</p> +<p class="tb"></p> +<p>“’Tis about time we went indoors,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“’Tis,” said Micus. “The Angelus is ringing, +and I’m feeling hungry.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb177" href="#pb177" name="pb177">177</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch13" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">A Bargain of Bargains</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">A blue haze hung on the distant hills when Padna Dan +looked pensively from the landscape to his watch, and said to his +friend Micus Pat, who stood by his side: “The world is surely a +wonderful and a beautiful place as well; but it would seem as though +there were wings on the feet of time, so quickly does night follow +day.”</p> +<p>“Time is the barque that carries us from the cradle to the +grave, and leaves us on the shores of the other world alone,” +said Padna. “And as my poor mother used to say:</p> +<div class="lgouter xd20e2332"> +<p class="line">Time, like youth, will have its fling,</p> +<p class="line">And of a beggar make a king;</p> +<p class="line">And of a king a beggar make,</p> +<p class="line">Merely for a joke’s sake.</p> +</div> +<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb178" href="#pb178" name= +"pb178">178</a>]</span></p> +<p>Time indeed brings many changes. Cromwell made peasants of the Irish +gentry, and America made gentry of the Irish peasantry, and awful snobs +some of them became too! But a whit for snobbery, for what is it but an +adjunct of prosperity, like gout, which disappears again with +adversity.”</p> +<p>“Snobbery at best is a foolish thing,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“But when we consider the unimportance of our own troubles, +and the importance of the principal parts of the British Empire, such +as Ireland, England, Scotland, Australia and T. P. O’Connor, our +insignificance looms up before our gaze, and almost strikes us in the +face, so to speak.”</p> +<p>“And ’tis surprising it doesn’t obliterate us +altogether,” said Padna. “However, let us forget Tay Pay +O’Connor for a little while, as he will never do so himself, and +I will tell you a story about one Cormac McShane from the townland of +Ballinderry.”</p> +<p>“On with the story; I am always glad to hear tell of some one +worth talking about,” said Micus. <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb179" href="#pb179" name="pb179">179</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Well,” said Padna, “Cormac was as fine a looking +man as ever broke his promises. And unless you had great astuteness of +observation, and an eye like a hawk or a landlady, you wouldn’t +see the likes of him in a twelvemonth, even though you might be +gallivanting through the streets every day. And while nature treated +him rather well, for the poor man he was, Dame Fortune seemed to have +ignored him altogether, until he took his fate in his own hands, and +then things began to improve. But to make a short story as long as I +can, like the journalists and modern novelists, one day while Cormac +was sitting in a barber’s chair, having his hair cut and trying +to forget what the barber was talking about, a bright idea came to him +as he caught a glimpse of himself in the looking-glass, and lo and +behold! without saying a word, he jumped up and stood on his two feet, +and the poor barber got so excited that he cut a piece off the top of +his right ear. Cormac wasn’t the least displeased, because he +always thought that his ears were too long, so then and there he told +the barber to cut a piece about the <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb180" href="#pb180" name="pb180">180</a>]</span>same length off his +other ear, so that they would both look nice and even. And when his +wishes were complied with, he thanked the barber, and then he up and +ses to himself: ‘Cormac McShane,’ ses he, ‘I never +before thought you were such a good-looking fellow. Sure the King of +Spain or the Emperor of China would feel as proud as a peacock to have +a countenance like yours. Yet,’ ses he, ‘isn’t it a +strange thing that one so handsome, and modest likewise, and with such +a splendid appetite, and a taste for good things in general, should be +compelled by stress of circumstances to live on pigs’ heads, and +tough cabbage, and no change at all in your dietary but salt conger +eels on Fridays. Why,’ ses he, ‘a man with your +appreciation should have plenty of the choice things of life, and never +know the want of anything. What, might I ask,’ ses he, ‘has +the world achieved by all the books that have been written, and all the +charity sermons that have been preached, when you, Cormac McShane, +couldn’t go from Cork to Dublin unless you borrowed the money, +and it might be as hard for you to <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb181" +href="#pb181" name="pb181">181</a>]</span>borrow it, as ‘twould +be for yourself to lend it to another.’</p> +<p>“That’s good sound talk,” said Micus. “Go on +with the story, and don’t let any one interrupt you.”</p> +<p>“‘Now,’ ses Cormac, ‘If every one in the +whole world from Peru to Clonakilty would only give you a halfpenny +each, and no one would miss such a trifle, you would be the richest man +alive, and then you needn’t give a traneen about any one. But, of +course,’ ses he, ‘that would be too much originality to +expect from the bewildered inhabitants of the globe, moreover,’ +ses he, ‘when we consider that the majority of people are always +trying to get something for nothing, themselves.”</p> +<p>“He had the temperament of a millionaire,” said +Micus.</p> +<p>“Indeed, he had, and the ingenuity of the tinkers, who would +charge for putting a patch on a skillet where there was no hole at +all,” said Padna. “‘However,’ ses Cormac to +himself, ‘there’s nothing like money, no matter how it may +have been earned, and every man should be his <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb182" href="#pb182" name="pb182">182</a>]</span>own +counsellor, because the little we know about each other only leads us +into confusion and chaos. Now,’ ses he, ‘very few ever +became wealthy by hard work alone, and you, Cormac McShane, must think +of some scheme by which you can become rich, and all of a sudden +too.’ And so he exercised his brains for about a month, and kept +thinking and thinking, until finally he managed to capture an idea that +he found straying among all the wild fancies that ever kept buzzing +about in his head. And he was so pleased and delighted that he ses to +himself: ‘Cormac,’ ses he, ‘there isn’t another +man alive who could think of such a short cut to wealth, health, and +happiness, and as a mark of my appreciation, I will now treat you to +whatever you may want, provided, of course, that it won’t cost +more than one shilling. A shilling is enough to spend on any one at a +time, unless you are sure of getting two shillings, worth in return. +And extravagance is nearly as bad as economy, when it isn’t used +to advantage.’”</p> +<p>“And what was the brilliant idea that inspired <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb183" href="#pb183" name="pb183">183</a>]</span>such +generosity?” said Micus. “Was it the way he made up his +mind to dress himself as a duke, and go to America and marry some +heiress who couldn’t tell a duke from a professional plausible +humbug?”</p> +<p>“It wasn’t anything as commonplace as that,” said +Padna.</p> +<p>“What was it then?” said Micus.</p> +<p>“‘I’m going to raffle myself at a guinea a +ticket,’ ses he. ‘And if I will sell five hundred, I will +have enough to buy a small farm. That would give me a real start in +life, and after I have what I want, discontent is possible.’ And +then and there, he got his photo printed on a card, on which was +written:</p> +<div class="blockquote"> +<p class="first">‘<span class="sc">A Bargain of +Bargains</span></p> +<p><i>To be raffled, and drawn for, on St. Swithin’s eve, at the +Black Cock Tavern, one Cormac McShane. He stands five feet six inches +in his stocking vamps, black hair, blue eyes, an easy disposition, and +no poor relations. A limited number <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb184" href="#pb184" name="pb184">184</a>]</span>of tickets, to wit, +five hundred, will be sold at one guinea each, to widows without +children, of less than three score and five.</i>’”</p> +</div> +<p>“Well,” said Micus, “the devil be in it, but that +was the most extraordinary way I ever heard of a man looking for a wife +with a fortune. And why did he make the stipulation that only widows +were eligible?”</p> +<p>“Because widows are always less extravagant than single women, +and they know how to humour a man better, when he has lost his +temper.”</p> +<p>“And how many tickets did he sell?” asked Micus.</p> +<p>“Every single one, and he could have sold as many more, only +he hadn’t them printed,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“And that was how Cormac McShane got a wife, or how a wife got +him, if you will?” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Yes,” said Padna, “and while the money lasted, +Cormac was the happiest man in the country.” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb185" href="#pb185" name="pb185">185</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Now,” said Micus, “if Cormac McShane was a wise +man, Garret Doran was another.”</p> +<p>“How so?” said Padna. “Was it the way he always +kept his mouth shut until he had something to say?”</p> +<p>“Not exactly,” said Micus. “But he could do that +too, when it pleased him. Garret was a miller, who kept a mill near the +courthouse, so one day when the famous judge, Patcheen the Piper, as he +was called, was sitting on the Bench, passing sentence on a batch of +patriots who were to be hanged, drawn, and quartered, for no other +offence than loving a country that never did anything for them better +than they loved themselves, a great noise was heard, and the Judge was +so annoyed at being disturbed that he stopped short in the middle of +the death sentence and ses, at the top of his voice:</p> +<p>“‘What hullaballoo is that I hear? And who dares make +any noise at all, and interfere with my amusement?’ ses he. +‘If I will hear another sound, I’ll order every one within +a radius of five miles to be boiled in turpentine, and sealed +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb186" href="#pb186" name= +"pb186">186</a>]</span>up in tin cans, and have them shipped to the +King of the Cannibal Islands, as a Christmas box from the people of +generous Ireland,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘Oh,’ ses the Crown Solicitor, +‘that’s only Garret Doran’s mill grinding corn for +the poor people.’</p> +<p>“‘The poor people!’ ses the Judge in a rage. +‘Who the devil cares a traneen about the poor but the politicians +when they want to get their votes, the kings and emperors when they +want them to go to the wars, or the clergy when they are preaching +charity sermons for the benefit of the inhabitants of Central Africa? +And who will deny that those cannibals wouldn’t be better off if +they were left alone? Nevertheless, ’tis only fair to state that +they have just as much appreciation of decency and kindness as the best +of ourselves. But be all that as it may, go and tell Garret Doran to +stop his mill at once, and if he don’t obey your orders, bring +him here before me, and I’ll order him to be hanged with these +poor fools of patriots who have done less to annoy me than he has. And +hanging patriots, if you <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb187" href= +"#pb187" name="pb187">187</a>]</span>haven’t a conscience, is as +good a way of making a living, as starving your employees to death, +like some of the pious-faced rascals who have the impudence to invite +myself to dine with them. Not indeed, that the likes of me wants a +dinner or a meal of food from any one. The poor, who can’t afford +a square meal more than once in the year, are never invited to partake +of the hospitality of those who give dinners to those who don’t +need them. But why should I bother about anything in a world like this, +where everything is in such a hopeless state of confusion? Howsomever, +a judge, like a lawyer, has to live down to the dignity of his +profession, and unless he hangs a man now and again, the Government +might think he had no interest in his job at all.</p> +<p>“‘Of course,’ ses he, ‘when we think of the +number of useless and troublesome people in the world and the few who +find their way to the gallows, we should not worry about them, unless +they might happen to be some relation of our own. The only time we +really take an interest in other people’s troubles is when such +troubles <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb188" href="#pb188" name= +"pb188">188</a>]</span>affect ourselves. Nevertheless,’ ses he, +‘this is a rather lengthy digression, so be off with yourself at +once to Garret Doran, and tell him his mill must be stopped this very +instant.’</p> +<p>“Well, the Crown Solicitor went to Garret and told him what +the Judge had said, and Garret ordered the mill to be stopped, and the +Judge received no further trouble from Garret or his mill while the +trial lasted. And when the Assizes were over, the Judge went away, and +he didn’t return again for five years. But when he was sitting on +the Bench again for himself, passing sentence of death on more +patriots, who should walk up to him but Garret himself, and he dressed +in his Sunday clothes? And without as much as saying: +‘Good-morrow, how are you,’ or ‘Go to the devil +inself,’ he up and hands him a large sealed envelope. And when +Patcheen the Piper opened and read the note it contained, his face +turned scarlet, and he jumped up from his throne of plush and gold +trimmings, and ses: ‘What the blue blazes is the meaning of all +this?’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘Don’t get excited, whatever you’ll +do,’ ses <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb189" href="#pb189" name= +"pb189">189</a>]</span>Garret. ‘’Tis nothing more nor less +than a bill for the expenses incurred by closing down my mill at your +instigation some five years ago.’</p> +<p>“For a while the Judge said nothing at all, but kept looking +hard at Garret, and then all of a sudden ses he: ‘Why, in the +name of all the descendants of Julius Cæsar and Brian Boru in +America, didn’t you start the mill going after I left the +city?’</p> +<p>“‘You never told me to do so,’ ses Garret. +‘And if I did start it without your permission, I might have been +sent to gaol for five hundred years or more.’</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses the Judge, ‘I’m sorry I +can’t send you to a warmer place than gaol to punish you for +fooling me in such a successful manner. Why, man alive,’ ses he, +‘your conduct is preposterous; in fact, ’tis worse, because +’tis ridiculous as well.’</p> +<p>“‘’Tis the incongruity of things that makes a +living for most of us,’ ses Garret. ‘And only a fool would +get angry about anything. Anyway,’ ses he, ‘I don’t +care a traneen what happens to you, so long as I will get what is +coming to me.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb190" href="#pb190" +name="pb190">190</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Bedad,’ ses the Judge, ‘in spite of all +our old talk, that seems to be the beginning and end of human ambition. +We all like to get as much as we can for nothing, and give as little as +possible in return.’</p> +<p>“But to finish my story, the case was taken from the high +courts to the low courts, and from the low courts back again to the +high courts, and between the jigs and the reels, so to speak, Garret +got his money, and Patcheen the Piper never asked any one to stop a +mill again.”</p> +<p class="tb"></p> +<p>“That’s the devil’s own queer yarn,” said +Padna. “If we all had to wait until we were told what to do, we +wouldn’t do anything at all.”</p> +<p>“We wouldn’t,” agreed Micus. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb191" href="#pb191" name="pb191">191</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch14" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">Shauno and the Shah</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">“Well,” said Padna to his friend Micus, as +they sat on a donkey cart on their way to market, “I wonder if +you ever heard tell of Shauno the Rover.”</p> +<p>“Wisha, indeed I did not then. Who was he at all?” asked +Micus.</p> +<p>“He was a distant relation of my own who lived in the good old +days when women stayed at home and looked after the children and the +household,” said Padna. “And he was as contrary a creature +as ever mistook ignorance for knowledge, and like all of his kind he +was as happy as the days are long when he was giving trouble to some +one else. But, bad luck to him and to all like him, he was the most +dissatisfied man that was ever allowed to have all his own way, and +’tis said he could swear in seven languages, and swear all day +without getting tired. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb192" href= +"#pb192" name="pb192">192</a>]</span></p> +<p>“However, though he was queer and contrary, he was a gentleman +withal. And he was never known to use his rare vocabulary in the +presence of ladies, but would wait until their backs were turned, like +a well-trained married man, and then curse and damn them one and all to +perdition.”</p> +<p>“And was it the way he disliked women?” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Not exactly, but because he couldn’t find any +particular one that he could like better than another. And that was why +he made up his mind to leave the country altogether, and go to foreign +parts to look for a wife who might be different from any he might find +at home,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“Bedad,” said Micus, “Shauno must have been a +genius or else a fool, and at times it takes a wise man to know one +from the other.”</p> +<p>“Whatever he was, or whatever he wasn’t, one thing is +certain, and that is, he was an excellent actor both on and off the +stage, and could play the part of poet or peasant, king or beggar, with +equal grace and naturalness. And so it <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb193" href="#pb193" name="pb193">193</a>]</span>was one day, when he +got heartily sick of all the tame nonentities he had to deal with, he +up and ses to himself: ‘Shauno,’ ses he, ‘there are +enough of mollycoddles and pious humbugs in the world without adding to +their number, and unless you will do something original now while you +are young and foolish, you are not likely to do anything but what some +one else tells you to do when you are old.’</p> +<p>“And without saying another word, he went straight home, +dressed himself up as Henry the Eighth, and after paying a visit to the +mayor of the town, went on board a warship that was lying in the +harbour beyond. And when the poor captain saw Shauno attired like a +mighty monarch, he got the fright of his life, and never said a word at +all until Shauno up and ses: ‘’Tis a fine day, +Captain,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘I know that myself, already,’ ses the Captain, +‘but who in the name of all the corncrakes in Munster are you, +and what brings you here, and what can I do for you besides flinging +you overboard to the sharks and the sea gulls?’ <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb194" href="#pb194" name="pb194">194</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Oh,’ ses Shauno, ‘don’t be so eager +to do something you may be sorry for. All that I want you to do is to +land me in Sperrispazuka within five days, and if you will accomplish +the feat, I will raise your wages and promote you to the rank of +admiral.’</p> +<p>“‘And who the blazes are you to come here without being +invited and give an order like that to myself?’ ses the +Captain.</p> +<p>“‘Who the devil do you think I could be, or want to be, +you impudent varmint, but Henry the Eighth?’ ses he. ‘By +all the people I have made miserable, I’ll have you lashed to the +mouth of a cannon, and blown to smithereens if you don’t do what +you are told. How dare you insult the King of England and Scotland, not +to mention Ireland and Australia?’ ses he.</p> +<p>“Then the bold Captain ses: ‘I beg your Majesty’s +pardon,’ ses he. ‘I thought you were some play actor or +other who had lost his wits. So I hope you will accept my apology for +the mistake I have so unfortunately made, and my stupidity +likewise.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb195" href="#pb195" +name="pb195">195</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘’Tis hard for me ever to forgive or overlook +stupidity because, like all religious people, I can’t stand in +another the faults I have in a large measure myself. But considering +that you have been a faithful servant to the family for a number of +years, I will let you off with a caution this time. But be sure and +never make mistakes again, unless you know what you are doing,’ +ses Shauno.</p> +<p>“‘Thank you for your kind advice,’ ses the +Captain. ‘Is there anything I can do now to please or oblige your +Majesty?’</p> +<p>“‘There is,’ ses Shauno. ‘Hold your tongue, +put full steam ahead, and tell the sailors not to say their prayers +aloud, because I am going to bed this very instant, and don’t +want to be disturbed. But call me in the morning at eight o’clock +sharp,’ ses Shauno. ‘And be sure and have my breakfast +ready on time. I will have a busy day to-morrow. I must shave and read +the newspaper.’</p> +<p>“‘What will you have for breakfast?’ ses the +Captain. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb196" href="#pb196" name= +"pb196">196</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘One fathom and half of drisheen, six fresh eggs, three +loaves of bread, goat’s ears, ostrich brains, and two heads of +cabbage. And I’d like a toothful of something to help me to +digest the little repast,’ ses Shauno.</p> +<p>“‘I suppose a keg or two of rum, or a dozen of stout, +will do,’ ses the Captain.</p> +<p>“‘As there’s luck in odd numbers, you had better +make it three dozen of stout,’ ses Shauno. ‘And if I feel +like any more, I’ll let you know.’</p> +<p>“Well, the old fool of a captain really thought he was Henry +the Eighth, and he did everything that Shauno told him, until they +reached Sperrispazuka.</p> +<p>“And when the mosques and the turrets of the city hove in +sight and the ship once more lay at anchor, Shauno trod the deck with +pride and ses to the Captain: ‘Captain,’ ses he, +‘allow me to compliment you on this marvellous achievement. I +never before made the journey in such a short space of time, and in +honour of the event I will make you a present of two-and-sixpence and +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb197" href="#pb197" name= +"pb197">197</a>]</span>make you a Knight of Columbus besides. But +before I will take my leave of yourself and the ship, I want a royal +salute of twenty-one guns to be fired and burst every pane of glass in +the town beyond with the noise. A shout is better than a whisper if you +want to be heard, and we all get more by asking for what we want than +by remaining silent.’</p> +<p>“‘Anyhow,’ ses he, ‘half the world is living +on its wits, or by bluff, if you will, and the other half enjoys +itself, so to speak, at the expense of inequality, non-fraternity, and +suppression of the people’s rights. Yet for all that, most of the +well-fed and superfine humbugs we meet every day seem to be as happy +and contented as if they deserved to be. And all you have got to do to +convince yourself that the wisdom of man has not interfered with the +extravagance of women is to look at the way they dress, or look at your +bank book at the end of the year if you are married. But be all that as +it may, I think that I have said enough, for talk is always cheap, and +’tis doubtful if anything that’s cheap <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb198" href="#pb198" name="pb198">198</a>]</span>or +given away for nothing is ever appreciated by the discerning or the +undiscerning.’</p> +<p>“‘And now,’ ses he, ‘as I have but a few +more words to say, I would advise you, one and all, to be decent to +each other while you can, because a time will come when you +can’t. And ’tis better to do a foolish thing now than to be +sorry for not doing it later. On the other hand, ’tis a wise +policy to refuse anything you may be offered for nothing, because a +compliment bestowed is always like a millstone around a man’s +neck. Independence, of course, is a fine thing, but it is always +purchased at too high a price. And a state of independence is only +acquired by either cheating yourself or some one else.</p> +<p>“‘But nevertheless,’ ses he, ‘the man who +always thinks of himself first is the last to be neglected. And the man +who don’t hold his tongue when he has nothing to say is nearly +sure to make a fool of himself. Howsomever, the time is now come for me +to make my departure. So let loose the guns,’ ses he, ‘and +fire the Royal Salute.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb199" +href="#pb199" name="pb199">199</a>]</span></p> +<p>“And lo and behold! the Captain obeyed his orders, and such +noise was never before heard in the harbour of Sperrispazuka. And when +silence was resumed Shauno whispered to the Captain and ses: +‘I’m going to sojourn here for a month or two, and +I’ll send a telegram to you to call for me when I am ready to +return.’ So with that they shook hands and parted.</p> +<p>“And when the ship sailed away, Shauno went ashore and walked +around the town until he found a menagerie. Then he hired a complement +of one hundred elephants, and numerous pages and attendants, flags, +banners, caravans, and the devil knows what.”</p> +<p>“And what did he want the elephants for?” said +Micus.</p> +<p>“He was going to visit the Shah,” said Padna, “and +he wanted to make a good impression. And when all the elephants were +placed one after another in a line, he took the place of honour himself +on the back of the first and largest of the great brutes. And as the +procession passed on its way through the town to the Shah’s +country <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb200" href="#pb200" name= +"pb200">200</a>]</span>home, the House of Ten Thousand Windows, +everybody—men, women, and children alike—stopped in the +streets and took off their hats, thinking that Shauno was the King of +England, and he was beginning to think so too, or at least that he was +as great an old bla’guard as Henry himself. But when he arrived +at the castle gates and found the Shah sitting on his tombstone feeding +the pigeons, he was sorely disappointed, because he expected a royal +escort to meet him outside the courtyard.</p> +<p>“The Shah was kind of startled when he saw Shauno and his +staff, and nearly lost his temper and ses: ‘Who in the name of +the few decent people that a man meets in the course of a lifetime, are +you? And who the devil owns these Irish terriers?’ ses he, as he +pointed to the elephants.</p> +<p>“‘Wisha, bad luck and a dozen daughters to you,’ +ses Shauno, ‘what do the likes of you mean by offering insults to +a distinguished foreigner like myself? If you read the newspapers as +you should, you would know that I was Henry the <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb201" href="#pb201" name= +"pb201">201</a>]</span>Eighth, and that these quadrupeds are neither +Irish terriers nor mosquitoes, but elephants.’</p> +<p>“‘Is that so?’ ses the Shah. ‘Wait till I +will put on my glasses. My sight is somewhat impaired from reading the +names of all my wives and their pedigrees.’ And then he put on +his glasses and ses: ‘Bedad, sure enough, they are not Irish +terriers at all, but real live elephants. And ’tis yourself is no +one else but Henry the Eighth. I hope to be excused and forgiven for my +mistake.’</p> +<p>“‘I’ll forgive you this time,’ ses +Shauno.</p> +<p>“‘Very well,’ ses the Shah, ‘you might as +well come inside and sit down if you are in no hurry, and we will see +if we can’t enjoy ourselves, and I will get my servants to look +after the terriers, I mean the elephants, while we’ll make +merry.’</p> +<p>“‘The devil a hurry, or a flurry, am I in,’ ses +Shauno. And with that they adjourned to the Shah’s drawing-room, +and when they were comfortably seated in two armchairs, the Shah rang +for a servant to fetch the decanter and a pack of cards. And when the +cards were placed on <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb202" href="#pb202" +name="pb202">202</a>]</span>the table, the Shah grabbed them up and ses +to Shauno: ‘What is it going to be? A game of Forty-Five, or +what? There’s nothing like a game of cards to pass a dull hour +among dull people.’</p> +<p>“‘Forty-Five, of course,’ ses Shauno, as he poured +out a glass of whiskey for himself and another for the Shah.</p> +<p>“‘Right you are,’ ses the Shah. +‘There’s nothing to beat a game of Forty-Five, except a +good game of bowls on a hard straight road on a winter’s day. +Howsomever, I won’t give you a demonstration on the art of +bowl-playing now, but I will show you how to deal the cards in the true +Carrigaline fashion, as introduced by the King of Spain while he was +here on a visit many years ago.’</p> +<p>“‘Bedad,’ ses Shauno, ‘I think the +Clonakilty, or the Skibbereen deal is just as good, but as they are all +the same, we won’t allow the matter be a subject for +discussion.’</p> +<p>“The cards were duly dealt, and the Shah ses to Shauno: +‘What will we play for at all?’ ses he. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb203" href="#pb203" name="pb203">203</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Small stakes for a start, of course,’ ses +Shauno. ‘I’ll back every ship in my navy against every ship +in yours, if you don’t mind.’</p> +<p>“‘Done,’ ses the Shah, as he placed the decanter +on his head and finished the whiskey. Then they took off their coats, +and after an exciting game the Shah won. Shauno was very much surprised +and disappointed, and said as he pointed to the decanter to have it +filled again: ‘Damn the bit of luck have I had since I met a +red-headed widow two months ago first thing on a Monday morning, and +I’m afraid I will never have any luck again.’</p> +<p>“‘I wouldn’t worry about that, if I were you. We +will be all dead one day, and then we won’t know whether we were +lucky or not,’ ses the Shah.</p> +<p>“‘That’s cold comfort, as the cat said after she +jumped into the freezing water when chased by a mad dog. I have ruined +my country by my extravagance. She is no longer Mistress of the Seas, +and though that may be a consolation to Germany, it will lose for me a +good deal of prestige. Howsomever, I am not dead broke yet, and even if +a man is dead broke inself, there is <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb204" href="#pb204" name="pb204">204</a>]</span>no reason why he +should go whining about it. A good gambler never cares whose money he +spends or how much he loses. I will now,’ ses he<span class= +"corr" id="xd20e2569" title="Not in source">,</span> ‘back +Ireland against what I have lost and keep up the custom of my country +by treating the Irish with contempt and injustice. So let us play +again.’</p> +<p>“‘Good,’ ses the Shah. ‘We’ll play +again.’</p> +<p>“‘I’ll give them the tinker’s deal for luck +this time,’ ses Shauno.</p> +<p>“‘As you please,’ ses the Shah. ‘’Tis +all the same to me, so long as I win. A good gambler never cares how +much he takes from his friends, or how many people he makes +miserable.’</p> +<p>“This time they played a great game, but Shauno lost again, +and it made him more angry than ever.</p> +<p>“‘Now,’ ses he, ‘that I have lost Ireland, +it doesn’t matter what happens to the rest of my territory. +We’ll play one game of Twenty-Five, and I’ll back my boots, +my meerschaum pipe, five ounces of tobacco, and Australia against +Ireland and my fleet.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb205" href= +"#pb205" name="pb205">205</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Don’t you think you are getting reckless?’ +ses the Shah.</p> +<p>“‘I may be,’ ses Shauno. ‘But I might as +well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb. And one poor man more or less +won’t make much difference. On with the game. Philosophy is only +a comfort to a man when he isn’t in a state of +desperation.’</p> +<p>“‘As you will,’ ses the Shah. ‘Anything at +all to please you.’</p> +<p>“So the cards were dealt once more and they played a game of +Twenty-Five, and the Shah scored.</p> +<p>“Shauno lost his temper and commenced to swear and break up +the furniture, but the Shah only looked on and smiled. Then Shauno +flung a chair at him, and ses: ‘You bleddy foreign rascal, sure +’tis myself that’s the fool for having anything to do with +the likes of you. I’ll never be able to face home now, after all +the misfortune I have had.’</p> +<p>“‘Oh,’ ses the Shah, ‘I wouldn’t +behave like that if I were you. ’Tis undignified to appear +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb206" href="#pb206" name= +"pb206">206</a>]</span>natural in the presence of strangers. We should +always reserve ingratitude and bad treatment for our friends. You are a +little upset, of course, for losing what didn’t belong to you, +but you will feel all right again as soon as you will begin to acquire +what you don’t deserve.’</p> +<p>“‘If I had my own way,—’ ses Shauno.</p> +<p>“‘If we all had our own way, the little glimmer of +democracy and decency that we see struggling for existence occasionally +would disappear for ever,’ ses the Shah. ‘Howsomever, +don’t be downhearted, but take a good drop of poteen, and +‘twill give you all the false courage that any man +wants.’</p> +<p>“And then he produced a small keg of the best poteen, and they +drank glass after glass, and sang all the songs they could remember, +from ‘The Croppy Boy’ to the ‘Bard of Armagh,’ +until they fell on the floor and had to be taken to bed.</p> +<p>“And there they slept for two days and three nights, and on +the morning of the third day, Shauno woke up with a bursting headache, +and <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb207" href="#pb207" name= +"pb207">207</a>]</span>asked the Shah if he was still alive and in the +land of the living. And the Shah was surprised that a real aristocrat +should be so upset and affected by a night’s innocent amusement. +Well, they had breakfast together, and after the repast, the Shah took +Shauno to see the sights, and when they arrived at the Royal Harem, +Shauno fainted when he saw all the wives the poor Shah had to look +after. It took him two weeks to count them all, and at the end of that +time the Shah ses: ‘Well,’ ses he, ‘how many would +you like to take for a present? You can have all you want, because I am +expecting another shipload next week as a Christmas box.’</p> +<p>“‘Thanks for your kind offer,’ ses Shauno. +‘But I am cured now. I have made up my mind to go home and live +in peace, and remain a bachelor for the remainder of my +days.’</p> +<p>“‘Oh,’ ses the Shah, ‘I think you should at +least take one, and she will help to remind you of your visit to the +Shah of Sperrispazuka.’</p> +<p>“‘’Tis only too well that I know that, but I have +seen all I ever want to see of women,’ ses <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb208" href="#pb208" name= +"pb208">208</a>]</span>Shauno. ‘But I’ll tell you what you +can do without offending me, or hurting my tender feeling in any +way.’</p> +<p>“‘What may that be?’ ses the Shah.</p> +<p>“‘You can loan me a million sovereigns to show there is +no ill feeling between us, and send me home in one of your first-class +battleships. Of course, I must travel as a private gentleman, and when +I will arrive home, I will get my poet laureate to write an ode to your +generosity.’</p> +<p>“‘I’ll loan you all you want,’ ses the +Shah.</p> +<p>“So there and then he took out his bank book and gave him a +cheque for the full amount, and on the morrow Shauno sailed away for +England in one of the swiftest ships that ever went to sea, and the +Shah never heard of him from that day to this.”</p> +<p>“That’s the devil’s own queer yarn,” said +Micus. “What did the Shah do when he found out that he had been +fooled?”</p> +<p>“Oh, he was as cross as a bag of cats, of course, and retired +to the banquet hall of his castle, sent for all his wives, and made +this speech: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb209" href="#pb209" name= +"pb209">209</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Ladies of all shapes and sizes,’ ses he, +‘I have good news for you this blessed day. I’m going to +make widows of every one here present, and all those who couldn’t +gain admittance to this large and spacious hall as well.’</p> +<p>“And when they heard what he said, they all burst forth into +uproarious applause, and began to fling chairs, benches, stools, +ink-bottles, and hairpins at each other. In short, they created the +devil of a hullaballoo entirely, and they might have set fire to the +place, only he threatened to send for the police. Well, when silence +and order was restored, he continued and ses:</p> +<p>“‘Ladies,’ ses he, ‘you will be all glad to +hear that I have been fooled and cheated by an impostor, and as I have +proved conclusively to my own satisfaction that I am too foolish to +live, I have made up my mind to die. Yes, ladies, and to die by my own +hand too. But as many of you as possible must have something to remind +you of married life and a devoted husband who is about to begin his +troubles in the other world by ending his troubles in this. Now,’ +ses he, ‘come <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb210" href="#pb210" +name="pb210">210</a>]</span>forward, one and all, and let each of you +pluck a hair from my leonine head, and keep it in a locket as a +souvenir until you will go home to the devil, or wherever else you may +be destined for.’</p> +<p>“And as the last few words were spoken, he bent down his head, +and his wives came along in single file to comply with his request, and +before an hour was at an end, the Shah of Sperrispazuka was as bald as +a snowball.”</p> +<p>“And wouldn’t it be easier for him to get a scissors and +cut his hair and then distribute the locks, than to do anything so +foolish,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Wisha, I suppose it would,” said Padna. “But we +all do foolish things when we are upset or excited. Well, when that +part of the ceremony was all over, he ses, as the tears came to his +eyes: ‘Ladies,’ ses he, ‘I have no more to say. My +hour is come and I am ready to die. I have here with me on this table a +cocktail which is a concoction of ground green bottles, prussic acid, +and black beetles mixed with some cheese that was refused by the +soldiers at the fall of Rome, and if that won’t send me to glory +or perdition, may <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb211" href="#pb211" +name="pb211">211</a>]</span>I never again drown one of you in the Canal +for losing your beauty. However,’ ses he, ‘as a last +request I would ask you to control your emotion. Let there be no +singing of the National Anthem, no dancing of jigs, drinking or +carousing, breaking of windows or skulls, or any other patriotic +manifestation of public grief, until I am cold in my grave.’</p> +<p>“And then he lifted the fatal glass to his lips and drained +its contents to the dregs, and so passed away the Shah of +Sperrispazuka.”</p> +<p class="tb"></p> +<p>“I feel like having a drink of something, myself,” said +Micus.</p> +<p>“So do I,” said Padna. “I think we’ll stop +when we’ll come to the Thrush and Magpie.”</p> +<p>“As you please,” said Micus. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb212" href="#pb212" name="pb212">212</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch15" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">The Mayor of Loughlaurna</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">“I wonder,” said Padna to Micus, as they +wended their way along a lonely road after Mass on a Sunday morning, +“if you ever heard tell of the black dog of Dooniskey that was +gifted with seven senses, second sight, and an easy disposition, who +followed my grandfather from the Bridge of the Hundred Arches to the +Half Way House in Cromwell’s Glen on the night of the rising of +‘98. And how he caught a hold of the tail of his coat and dragged +him from Owen Roe’s Cross to Cuchulain’s Boreen while the +soldiers of England’s king were scouring the highways looking for +some one to hang to the nearest finger post. And ’twas little +they cared about any man, for one man looked as good as another to +them, as he swung from a branch of a <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb213" href="#pb213" name="pb213">213</a>]</span>tree on the roadside +or on a gibbet on the mountain top. And ’twas the selfsame black +dog that saved him from the fairies of Galway on a dark windy night, +when all the fairies of the world assembled in the Gap of Dunlow and +made speeches in favour of women holding their tongues until the +Judgment Day.”</p> +<p>“I never heard tell of the black dog of Dooniskey, or your old +grandfather, or the fairies who wanted to steal him either, but what +the fairies wanted him for is more than I can understand,” said +Micus.</p> +<p>“Wisha, bad luck to your ignorance this blessed day, not to +know that he was the best musician in the seven parishes, and the likes +of his playing on the fiddle was never known since the Devil played a +jig for Henry the Eighth the night he died. What do you think the +fairies would want my grandfather for, but to play the +‘Coulin,’ ‘Eileen Aroon,’ ‘The Last Rose +of Summer,’ ‘The Dirge of Ossian,’ ‘The +Lamentation of Deirdre’ and ‘My Dark Rosaleen’ for +them in the caves of the ocean when the drowsy eye of night +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb214" href="#pb214" name= +"pb214">214</a>]</span>quivers and closes, and they tired of dancing to +the music of the waves on the cobbled beaches of the north, south, +east, and western coast?” said Padna.</p> +<p>“’Tis a great thing indeed to be able to play the +fiddle, sing a song, dance a jig, make a short speech, tell a good +story, or do anything at all that gives pleasure to another, but the +greatest of all achievements is to be able to please yourself without +offending some one else. But be that as it may, let me hear no more +about your grandfather, because there is nothing disagrees with me more +than to have to listen to some one retailing the exploits of people I +haven’t the remotest interest in,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Well, then, you might like to hear about the black cat I met +the night before I got married,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“What’s coming over you at all? If we were to be +noticing the doings of black cats, black dogs, the rats that leave a +ship, the queer dreams that follow a heavy supper, the calm that +precedes and follows a storm, and all the other signs and tokens +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb215" href="#pb215" name= +"pb215">215</a>]</span>that may mean everything or nothing, we would +become so bewildered that damn the bit of work would we do from one end +of the year to the other, and by trying to become too wise we would +become too foolish for sensible people to pay any attention to +us,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Some men don’t realize how foolish they are by being +too sensible, until they see their grandchildren squandering their +hard-earned savings,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“That’s the kind of experience that makes pessimists, +and the few people worth working for are, as a rule, able to work for +themselves. And though there is a limit to all things, except the +extravagance of women and the patience of husbands, yet on the other +hand only for women there would be no trouble, and without trouble of +some kind life wouldn’t be worth living,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“There’s trouble everywhere, both on the dry land, the +stormy ocean, in the cot and in the castle, and the devil a one will +you ever find who doesn’t like to have a quarrel now and again. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb216" href="#pb216" name= +"pb216">216</a>]</span>But as the Mayor of Loughlaurna said to me one +day: ‘Life is too short for some, too long for others, and a +great bother to us all,’” said Padna.</p> +<p>“Who the devil was the Mayor of Loughlaurna, and where did you +meet him?” said Micus.</p> +<p>“The Mayor of Loughlaurna,” said Padna, “if I am +to take his own word for it, was a gentleman.”</p> +<p>“A gentleman,” said Micus, “don’t have to +tell you he’s one.”</p> +<p>“Neither does a bla’guard, a thief, or a rogue, for that +matter,” said Padna. “Howsomever, ’twas on a +summer’s day, many years ago when I was young, and believed all +the things I should doubt, and doubted all I should believe, that I met +the Mayor of Loughlaurna. I was out fishing in a small boat that I had +moored in the centre of the lough itself, and though I started at early +morning, blast the bit did I catch all day except a cold in the head +and chest, but as I was about to haul in my line at the tail end of the +evening, something began to pull and tug, and I hauled <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb217" href="#pb217" name="pb217">217</a>]</span>and +hauled and hauled until I thought I was dragging one of the Spanish +Armada from the depths of the sea. But lo and behold! what did I find, +when I came to the end of my pulling and tugging and dragging, but the +finest-looking salmon your eyes ever rested on. And when I drew him +over the gunwale, and took the hook from his mouth before breaking his +neck on my knee, he gave one jump, cleared two thwarts, stood on his +tail and commenced to abuse me, the same as if he was in politics all +his lifetime.”</p> +<p>“And what did he say?” said Micus.</p> +<p>“‘Bad scran to your confounded impudence and +presumption, not to say a word about your absence of courtesy and good +breeding,’ ses he. ‘How dare you interfere with people who +don’t interfere with you?’</p> +<p>“‘Oh,’ ses I, ‘sure ’tis by +interference, inference, and ignorance that most of us become +prosperous and presumptuous. And without presumption there would be no +assumption, and without assumption there would be only chaos, and +people <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb218" href="#pb218" name= +"pb218">218</a>]</span>would never get the things they are not entitled +to.’</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses he, ‘I often heard that a +little learning is the saving grace of an ignoramus, but now I have no +doubt whatever about it.’</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses I, ‘if it takes a rogue to find +a rogue, it takes one ignoramus to find wisdom in another.’</p> +<p>“‘I think,’ ses he, ‘that you have a lot to +learn, and as much more to unlearn, before you will be fit to advise +those who may be senseless enough to heed you.’</p> +<p>“‘You should know,’ ses I, ‘unless you are a +schoolmaster, that what is wisdom to one man is tomfoolery to another. +But who the blazes are you anyway, that I should be wasting my time +talking like this?’</p> +<p>“‘You might as well be talking to me as anyone +else,’ ses he, ‘because most people spend their lives +between talking and sleeping, and all their old talk makes no more +impression on the world than their snoring. And when they die, they are +immediately forgotten by every one except those <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb219" href="#pb219" name="pb219">219</a>]</span>to +whom they owed money. But if ’tis the way you want to know who I +am,’ ses he, ‘I will tell you before you will have time to +make another mistake.’</p> +<p>“‘You must hurry up then,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘The man who stands here before you,’ ses he, +‘is no less a person than His Lordship the Mayor of +Loughlaurna.’</p> +<p>“‘That’s a giant of a title for a bit of a man +like yourself,’ ses I. ‘But how came the likes of you to be +Mayor of Loughlaurna?’</p> +<p>“‘What way would any one become mayor of a city, unless +by his ability to control others, or the ability of others to control +him? Many a man got a good job because he knew how to hold his +tongue,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘Bedad,’ ses I, ‘honesty must have gone on +a holiday the day that gold was discovered, and never +returned.’</p> +<p>“‘Wisha, God help you for a poor fool to think that +honesty ever existed. Honesty is like the gift of silence among +women,—it only exists, so to speak, after death. But now to my +history. I suppose you often heard tell of a song that the <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb220" href="#pb220" name= +"pb220">220</a>]</span>tinkers sing in public houses on Saturday +nights. It goes like this:</p> +<div class="lgouter xd20e2332"> +<p class="line">”On Lough Neagh’s bank, as the fisherman +strays,</p> +<p class="line xd20e2736">When the clear cool eve’s +declining,</p> +<p class="line">He sees the round towers of other days</p> +<p class="line xd20e2736">In the waters beneath him +shining.”’</p> +</div> +<p class="first">“‘Indeed, I did then many and many a +time,’ ses I. ‘My mother used to sing it for me when I was +in the cradle, and ‘twill keep ringing in my ears till the day I +die, as ‘twill keep ringing in the ears of every son of +Granuaile, whether he be drinking tea with the dusky maidens of the +South Seas or philandering with the beauties of the United +States.’</p> +<p>“‘Are the American beauties as contrary as ever?’ +ses he.</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses I, ‘they can afford to be more +so than women who can’t support their husbands. Man at last is +emancipated and is now beginning to take his place side by side with +woman. The age of freedom is at hand and chaos is within arm’s +reach,’ ses I. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb221" href="#pb221" +name="pb221">221</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘That little digression was interesting,’ ses he. +‘But to proceed about the song. My poor mother used to sing it +for me too, and told me the story of how it came to be written. It +appears that in the long, long ago, before people were as satisfied +with their ignorance and bad manners as they are to-day, there was a +well in the town of Neagh that grew to be a great lake in the middle of +the night, and before morning came the highest steeple was covered, and +every single inhabitant, man, woman, and child, was drowned. And only +for that,’ ses he, ‘maybe ’tis the way yourself would +be walking through the streets of the town this very day admiring the +pretty girls, for ’tis the eye of a philanderer you have, not to +mention your sleuthering tongue.’</p> +<p>“‘’Twas long ago that I gave up admiring the +pretty girls,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘I don’t believe a word of it,’ ses he. +‘A man is never too old to admire a pretty woman. And the old +men, God forgive them, are worse than the young men. For the young ones +does be shy and bashful, while the old ones are as brazen and +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb222" href="#pb222" name= +"pb222">222</a>]</span>courageous as the Devil himself, even though +they might be on the brink of the grave itself.’</p> +<p>“‘I have listened to enough of your old talk, and if you +want me to believe that you are the Mayor of Loughlaurna, you must +prove it. What are you but a fish? And how could a fish be Mayor of a +city?’</p> +<p>“‘I wasn’t always a fish, and I suppose you have +heard of Spain and the Rocky Mountains?’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘I have, of course,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘And the children of Lir?’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘Yes,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Well, the night before King Lir’s lovely +daughter Fionnuala and her two brothers were turned into swans by the +magic power of their stepmother, and condemned to wander on the waters +of the world for three hundred years, I was sitting by my own fireside, +reading about the adventures of Brian Boru, the Red Branch Knights, +Queen Maeve, and Deirdre.’</p> +<p>“‘Pardon me,’ ses I, ‘Brian Boru +wasn’t born when King Lir took unto himself a second +wife.’</p> +<p>“‘You shouldn’t interrupt me for a trifle like +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb223" href="#pb223" name= +"pb223">223</a>]</span>that, though strictly speaking trifles are the +cause of most interruptions. That’s only a historical mistake, +and history itself is full of mistakes. And the man who can’t +make a mistake must be a damn fool. However,’ ses he, ‘as I +was sitting by the hearth reading away for myself, who should stroll +into the drawing-room but a fairy princess with a wand in her hand? And +as I didn’t know who she was or where she came from, I up and +ses: “Good night, ma’am,” ses I, “as you +wouldn’t say it yourself.”’</p> +<p>“‘Good night kindly,’ ses she.</p> +<p>“‘Might I ask who are you at all?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘If I told you who I am, you would be as wise as +myself,’ ses she.</p> +<p>“‘Do you know who you are talking to?’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘Indeed, I do,’ ses she. ‘You are Michael +Henry Patrick Joseph Billy Dan MacMorrough, the Mayor of +Laurna.’</p> +<p>“‘That’s my full name and title,’ ses he, +‘but I takes more after my mother’s people than my +father’s.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb224" href= +"#pb224" name="pb224">224</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘That’s a pity, because your mother was decent to +the point of folly, while your father never did a bit for any one but +himself,’ ses she.</p> +<p>“‘And what may your business be with me this blessed +night?’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘I just want to amuse myself at your expense,’ +ses she.</p> +<p>“‘And why at all?’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘Well, just because you are the most respected man in +the land, and have only a good word for every one, and because you have +always done the right thing and lived an exemplary life. In this world +most things go by contrary. The good must suffer so that the bad may +have a chance of enjoying themselves. And as the good are always +worrying about the bad, and as the bad never bother their heads about +the good, and as everything is topsy turvy, ’tis only right and +consistent that you should be duly punished for your virtues, and made +to know what sorrow means in its widest sense,’ ses she.</p> +<p>“‘What are you going to do to me?’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘I’m going to turn you into a fish,’ ses +she. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb225" href="#pb225" name= +"pb225">225</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘What kind of a fish? A sprat or a mackerel +maybe?’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘Nothing so common,’ ses she.</p> +<p>“‘What, then?’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘A salmon,’ ses she.</p> +<p>“‘Thank heavens,’ ses he. ‘That same is a +consolation.’</p> +<p>“‘Things are never so bad that a woman can’t make +them worse. And things might be much better.’</p> +<p>“‘Howsomever,’ ses he, ‘I think that +’tis a piece of gross injustice to change me from a respectable +man into a fish, moreover when I am head and ears in love with King +Lir’s lovely daughter Fionnuala.’</p> +<p>“‘Lir’s lovely daughter was turned into a swan +last night,’ ses she. ‘But ’tis better to have loved +and lost inself than to be kept awake at night by squalling children +who won’t thank you when they grow up for all you had to endure +on their account. And who would want to provide for a large wife and a +large family unless he might have plenty money,’ ses she. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb226" href="#pb226" name= +"pb226">226</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Is it the truth you are telling about the children of +Lir?’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘’Twill soon be a recorded fact in +history,’ ses she.</p> +<p>“And as the words fell from her lips, tears fell from his +eyes, and he wept and wept until the water reached his chin, and then +with one wave of the magic wand he was turned into a salmon, but he +still continued to weep and weep until the waters rose above the +highest steeple in the town of Laurna, and there he lived <span class= +"corr" id="xd20e2830" title="Source: swiming">swimming</span> about in +his own tears, until I caught him when fishing for bream on a +summer’s evening some five and twenty years ago,” said +Padna.</p> +<p>“And what did you say to him when he told you that +yarn?” said Micus.</p> +<p>“I said that I thought he should have been more upset about +his own fate than that of Lir’s lovely daughter.</p> +<p>“‘That may be,’ ses he, ‘but there’s +no pleasure to be got from worrying about yourself. We only really +enjoy ourselves when we fret and worry about those we love. The +pleasures of melancholy <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb227" href= +"#pb227" name="pb227">227</a>]</span>are best enjoyed by those who have +loved and lost and been desired by no one else. And besides,’ ses +he, ‘the man who has suffered is always more interesting and +entertaining than the man who has not. But at best that is only cold +comfort.’</p> +<p>“‘True for you,’ ses I. ‘Yet you should have +received your liberty years and years ago, because the children of Lir +were released from their captivity at the dawn of Christianity. The +ringing of the first church bell was the signal for their release, but +when they returned home after their wanderings, all their old friends +and neighbours were dead and gone. Why you should be made suffer so +much, or any of us, the best and the worst, is more than I can +comprehend.’</p> +<p>“‘The devil a one of me can understand it, either. None +of us know what’s before us, because none of us know what may +have been behind us, so to speak. But if I did live before, +’tisn’t likely that I was an angel,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘I suppose,’ ses I, ‘that none of us can +differentiate thoroughly between good and evil. What <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb228" href="#pb228" name="pb228">228</a>]</span>one +man thinks is right another will think is wrong, and while none of us +understand the other, we can’t expect things to be any better +than they are. If we all thought alike, there would be no difference of +opinion. And if we all agreed about religion and politics, we might +have the greatest contempt for each other. And unless a man is either +better or worse than ourselves, we don’t pay any attention to him +at all.’</p> +<p>“‘True,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘We could keep bladdering away like this till the +leaves fall from the trees, but you have not told me yet when the fairy +princess said you would be released,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘When a woman can be found who don’t want to get +her photo taken, or see herself in a mirror, or want to read her +husband’s letters, or search his pockets, and when the Germans +will get to Paris,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘You had better go back to the Lough,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘I will,’ ses he, ‘because I am getting +thirsty as well as homesick.’</p> +<p>“And with that he shook hands with me, bid <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb229" href="#pb229" name="pb229">229</a>]</span>me +good-by, and jumped into the waters, and that was the last I saw of the +Mayor of Loughlaurna.”</p> +<p class="tb"></p> +<p>“There’s no place like home,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“No,” said Padna. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb230" +href="#pb230" name="pb230">230</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch16" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">The Land of Peace and Plenty</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first"><span class="corr" id="xd20e2875" title= +"Not in source">“</span>Ah, God help us, but ’tis a bad +night for poor sailors,” said Padna Dan, as he pulled his chair +close to the glowing hearth where faggots blazed and a kettle sang. +“The strand will be strewn with wreckage to-morrow, and there +will be more widows and lonely mothers in the world than ever there was +before, and all because the winds have no mercy, and the sea has no +mercy, and there’s no mercy anywhere but in the heart of God. +There’s a peal of thunder now, and if the clouds burst and the +rain comes, there won’t be a sheaf of corn left standing in +Castlebawn to-morrow.”</p> +<p>“There will, please God,” said Micus, as he stirred the +fire.</p> +<p>“’Tis like you to have the good word,” said +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb231" href="#pb231" name= +"pb231">231</a>]</span>Padna, “but I’m sick and tired of +this country altogether. When we have a fine summer we have a bad +autumn, and when we have a good spring we have a wet summer, and when +we have a hard winter we have nothing at all. I can’t understand +these things. ‘Pon my word, I can’t.”</p> +<p>“No, nor any one else, either,” said Micus. “How +is it that decent fathers and mothers rear worthless children, and +worthless children rear decent fathers and mothers? Or how is it that +grass grows in the fields, and the lark sings in the sky, and the trees +lose their leaves in winter? Or how is it that the world isn’t +under water long ago after all the rain we’ve had since Cromwell +went to hell? Or how is it that people will spend half their lifetime +educating themselves, and then go to war and kill people they had no +quarrel with at all?”</p> +<p>“Didn’t I tell you I can’t understand these +things?” said Padna, rather piqued. “Sure if I could, +I’d be a philosopher, and if I was a philosopher, I +wouldn’t have to worry about anything.” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb232" href="#pb232" name="pb232">232</a>]</span></p> +<p>“And why?” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Because philosophers are people with easy minds and usually +they have all they want.”</p> +<p>“And what’s a pessimist?” said Micus.</p> +<p>“A pessimist is a philosopher before he gets a good +job,” answered Padna.</p> +<p>“And what am I then?”</p> +<p>“What are you? You’re a philosopher, of +course.”</p> +<p>“Bedad, I suppose I am,” said Micus. “It takes all +kinds of people to make a world, anyway.”</p> +<p>“It does,” said Padna. “Philosophers, pessimists, +suffragettes, and policemen.”</p> +<p>“The world is a strange place.”</p> +<p>“Indeed it is, and a beautiful place, when you haven’t +to work for a living.”</p> +<p>“And life is a strange thing.”</p> +<p>“Life is a wonderful thing, a queer and bewildering thing, but +a magnificent thing withal, when you’re not married.”</p> +<p>“’Tis, but no one makes the most of it. Some make it +short by trying to make it long, and others make it long by trying to +make it short.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb233" href= +"#pb233" name="pb233">233</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Suicide is a cowardly thing if you’re married, and a +brave thing if you’re not, but there’s nothing worse than +selfishness, except being an Orangeman. They’re more proud than +the peacocks themselves, and no one would bother with peacocks only for +their fine feathers.”</p> +<p>“I never ate peacocks,” said Micus, “but I’d +rather a good piece of bacon and cabbage than the finest turkey that +was ever killed, cooked, and eaten.”</p> +<p>“Good green cabbage is a wholesome thing and bacon is better, +but when a man has neither, there’s nothing like a good +smoke.”</p> +<p>“That’s the worst of this country,” said Micus. +“Some things are better than others, and a little of anything +only gives you an appetite for more, and too much is as bad as too +little. Too little makes one peevish and selfish, and too much makes +one foolish. When you’re happy, you start thinking about the days +of sorrow and mourning you had, and when you’re unhappy you start +thinking about the days of joy and pleasure, and no matter what way you +are, you <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb234" href="#pb234" name= +"pb234">234</a>]</span>want to be some other way. Sure this is no place +for a man to live, if he wants to enjoy himself.”</p> +<p>“And where would you live if not in your native land? The +savage loves his native heath.”</p> +<p>“I know he does, but the real estate men love it better, and +that’s why land is so dear in America. The Land of Peace and +Plenty is the only place to live.”</p> +<p>“The Land of Peace and Plenty! Where’s that?”</p> +<p>“Oh! ’tis leagues and leagues and leagues from anywhere +you know.”</p> +<p>“And how did you get there?”</p> +<p>“In a ship, of course. When I was a boy, I sailed over the +ocean for six months without finding a single night, nothing but days +all the time, until you forgot what darkness was like. Well, one night +at twelve o’clock, though ’twas broad daylight, mind you, +one of our crew, Martin O’Farrell, was playing ‘The Boys of +Wexford’ on a gadget, when lo and behold! a sea serpent puts his +head out of the waters and ses: ‘Bravo, Martin,’ ses he. +‘That’s the finest tune <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb235" href="#pb235" name="pb235">235</a>]</span>in all the world, but +play me a four-hand reel,’ ses he, ‘“The +Kerryman’s Daughter,” for choice, and I’ll dance for +you until old Ireland is free.’ And Martin started to play +‘The Kerryman’s Daughter’ and the sea serpent started +to dance, and he kicked up such a devil of a row, and lashed and +splashed the waters until our ship got tossed about so badly that she +finally foundered, and not a soul was saved but myself.”</p> +<p>“And how did you save yourself?”</p> +<p>“Well, when I saw the way things were, I thought to myself +that there was trouble ahead, so I lashed a knife to each of my feet, +and one on each of my hands, the way you’d see fins on a fish. I +put three on my back and so many on my head that you’d think I +was a porcupine, and when I looked to the west, I saw land about two or +three hundred miles away. ‘Fortune favors the brave as well as +the foolish,’ ses I, and then I started out for the +shore.”</p> +<p>“You did, is it?”</p> +<p>“If I didn’t, how could I be telling you all about it? +Well, the sea was alive with hungry sharks, <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb236" href="#pb236" name="pb236">236</a>]</span>but +every time one swallowed me up, I cut my way through and escaped, only +to be swallowed again, but even that had its advantages. I was carried +nearer the shore each time, until finally I reached terra firma, as +safe and as sound as a Protestant.”</p> +<p>“How many sharks did you kill?”</p> +<p>“Just enough to teach the others how to behave +themselves.”</p> +<p>“And when you reached the shore, what did you do?”</p> +<p>“I dried my clothes on the hot sand, shaved myself with one of +the knives I had on my head, and used a pool of water for a looking +glass, and when I combed my hair, every lady in the land fell in love +with me, but I only fell in love with one.”</p> +<p>“And what kind was she?” asked Padna.</p> +<p>“She was a lady of great beauty,” said Micus, “and +as she passed by she looked into my eyes, and though I might live for +ten thousand years I will never forget her. Sure no words that ever +were spoken could describe her queenly gait and <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb237" href="#pb237" name= +"pb237">237</a>]</span>inspiring glances. She seemed to have come from +some place not yet discovered by man, and looked as lonesome and as +beautiful as a lily in a cabbage garden.”</p> +<p>“And why did you not follow her and find out something about +her?”</p> +<p>“Ah me, sure she disappeared for ever, before I could find any +word at all to say. I have seen other beautiful women, but they had +only the beauty of flowers which fade and die. But her beauty was the +beauty which lives and never dies.”</p> +<p>“I suppose it must be that same thing which all the people +does be talking about, but don’t know what it is at all, at +all.”</p> +<p>“Sure if you knew all about anything, you wouldn’t be +talking about it.”</p> +<p>“That’s true.”</p> +<p>“Love is the most beautiful thing in all the world, and it +isn’t so much anything else as a divine state of mind.”</p> +<p>“So ’twas in the Land of Peace and Plenty that you fell +in love with a beauty who came into your life for a moment and went out +of it for ever?” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb238" href= +"#pb238" name="pb238">238</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Yes,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“An’ that’s why you’ve remained an old +bachelor, was it?”</p> +<p>“That’s the one and only reason.”</p> +<p>“I am sorry for you,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“You needn’t be sorry,” said Micus. “If a +bachelor has sorrows, he has joys as well, and ’tis better to +keep what you have than to lose what you haven’t.”</p> +<p>“How could you lose what you haven’t?”</p> +<p>“Well, you might get it if you tried hard enough, and then +only find discontent and disillusionment.”</p> +<p>“I’d like to go to the Land of Peace and Plenty. It must +be a wonderful place.”</p> +<p>“A wonderful place it is, then, surely, and nearly as +wonderful as the sun itself.”</p> +<p>“When the earth goes too near the sun it is too hot, and when +it goes too far away from the sun it is too cold, but in the Land of +Peace and Plenty, I suppose it must be always beautiful.”</p> +<p>“Indeed and it is.”</p> +<p>“What do all the people do there?” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb239" href="#pb239" name="pb239">239</a>]</span></p> +<p>“In the Land of Peace and Plenty, nobody does anything but +enjoy themselves.”</p> +<p>“And if the Land of Peace and Plenty is such a wonderful +place, how is it that the great powers of the world don’t go to +war for it?” asked Padna.</p> +<p>“Sure they did go to war for it long before you began to make +mistakes,” answered Micus, “and great battles were fought +there too. And after the greatest battle of all was ended, the King ses +to all the High Generals: ‘Fellow warriors and likewise +courageous omadhauns,’ ses he, ‘what are we fighting for, +anyway? The world is large enough for us all, and there’s enough +of dead men already, and those that aren’t dead are alive, and +those that are alive are nearly dead, but all the same,’ ses he, +‘I must compliment you on the magnificent way you slaughtered my +fellow countrymen and your own fellow men, though why you did so, or +wanted to do so, God alone knows.’”</p> +<p>“Every man is entitled to as much enjoyment as he can +afford,” said Padna. “Sorrow is the <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb240" href="#pb240" name= +"pb240">240</a>]</span>price of pleasure, and the sport of nations is +the curse of mankind.”</p> +<p>“We won’t discuss international politics. The world was +best when people left others to mind their own business.”</p> +<p>“Proceed about the King of the Land of Peace and +Plenty,” said Padna. “Interruptions and digressions are bad +unless they’re for one’s good.”</p> +<p>“That’s true, but half a loaf is better than no bread +when a man isn’t hungry.”</p> +<p>“Two heads are better than one,” said Padna, “and +two fools, if they are any way sensible at all, are better than a wife +with a bad temper. But comparisons are odious, as the whale said to the +grasshopper. Go on with your story.”</p> +<p>“Well, the King ses to the Generals, after they had all +forgotten what he first started talking about: ‘I demand,’ +ses he, ‘in the name of justice, common sense, and humanity, that +we will be allowed time to bury our dead, and that there will be no +thunderous cannonading of artillery, no charges of cavalry, infantry, +nor anything else that might be a breach of the etiquette of war, +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb241" href="#pb241" name= +"pb241">241</a>]</span>until our last man is buried.’ And then +and there the Generals agreed, and from that day to this, there was +never a sound, except of music, heard in the Land of Peace and +Plenty.”</p> +<p>“I don’t quite understand,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“Well,” said Micus, “don’t you see, when the +last man was buried, some one else died, and as there will be always +some one dying, there will be always some one to be buried in the Land +of Peace and Plenty.”</p> +<p>“All the water is boiled out of the kettle,” said +Padna.</p> +<p>“There’s plenty more in the well,” said Micus. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb242" href="#pb242" name= +"pb242">242</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch17" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">The Linnet with the Crown of Gold</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first"><span class="corr" id="xd20e3045" title= +"Not in source">“</span>What’s troubling you at all? +You’re not looking yourself to-day,” said Padna Dan to his +friend Micus Pat, as he cut a switch from a blackthorn tree on the road +to Mallow on a May morning.</p> +<p>“There’s many a thing that troubles a man that he +doesn’t like to talk about,” said Micus, “and many a +thing that he talks about that doesn’t trouble him at +all.”</p> +<p>“Maybe some one died who owed you money,” said +Padna.</p> +<p>“Well, as you seem to be anxious to know, it was the way that +some one died, but the devil a ha’penny did he owe me, no more +than yourself or the Pope of Rome,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Was he a member of the Royal Family then, <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb243" href="#pb243" name="pb243">243</a>]</span>or +some one born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and no more brains in +his head than you’d find with a sparrow?”</p> +<p>“He was no way connected with royalty or the aristocracy, but +a decent man who always worked for a living, one Lareen, the +birdcatcher from Duhallow.”</p> +<p>“And what’s the use fretting about any one who is dead +and gone? Sure we must all die, and maybe there will be no one fretting +about ourselves.”</p> +<p>“There is some truth in that, but we can’t always be as +philosophic as we pretend to be.”</p> +<p>“And was Lareen of such importance that you can’t forget +him, now that he’s gone to his reward or his deserts, as the case +may be?”</p> +<p>“Well,” said Micus, “Lareen was a Murphy on his +father’s side and a Cassidy on his mother’s, and both +families were noted the world over for their love of sport, black +pudding, and fresh drisheens. And Lareen, like his father and +grandfather, was a birdcatcher by nature and a shoemaker by profession, +and he always made boots and shoes <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb244" +href="#pb244" name="pb244">244</a>]</span>for the parish priest and the +minister, and he used to collect the money at the chapel door on +Sundays. There was no man in the seven parishes who could blow the +organ for vespers better than himself, but the devil a bit he ever got +for all he did for others, except that he contracted rheumatics from +walking in the rain while attending funerals of the poor. However, that +same had its compensations, because it helped him to remember that he +wasn’t long for this life, and that he had a soul to save and a +wife and family to support. But to go on with my story. One fine +morning, as I was reading the newspaper that I got the lend of from the +public house opposite the pump at the bend of the road, who should come +into the house but Lareen himself, and there and then he up and ses: +‘Good morning, Micus,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘Good morning kindly, Lareen,’ ses I. +‘What’s the good word?’</p> +<p>“‘Nothing in particular,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘Have you no news at all?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Yes, I have a little,’ ses he. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb245" href="#pb245" name="pb245">245</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘I’d like to hear it then,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Very well,’ ses he. ‘The King of Morocco +has a corn on his big toe, and he sent to the United States for a +specialist to remove it.’</p> +<p>“‘Is that so?’ ses I. ‘Sure ‘twould be +as cheap to send to London or Dublin or Cork itself for a specialist as +the United States,’ ses I. ‘An operation like that will +cost him a lot of money, anyway, but what matter? He don’t have +to earn it, and the more he spends, the more respectable the people +will think he is. But nevertheless ‘twould be cheaper for him to +cut a piece out of his boot, or cut his toe off altogether, than to +send to America for a doctor.’</p> +<p>“‘True,’ ses he, ‘and if we were all to +charge as much for the little we do as the doctors and the specialists, +’tis the way that we might make bankrupts of each other +overnight, and as a consequence we might all die of want and +privation.’</p> +<p>“‘That’s very true indeed, but is that all the +news you have for me?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Well, not exactly,’ ses he. ‘There was a +man shot in Russia last week, the Grand Duke <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb246" href="#pb246" name="pb246">246</a>]</span>of +Ballybrophy went to America to be lionized by the republicans and +democrats, a kangaroo died in Australia, the King of Italy bought a new +hat, and Queen Victoria gave a shilling for the relief of the poor of +Ireland.’</p> +<p>“‘And tell me,’ ses I, ‘is it all to be +given to the Protestants?’</p> +<p>“‘No,’ ses he, ‘’tis to be equally +divided among the poor of all classes.’</p> +<p>“‘I’m glad to hear that,’ ses I, +‘because it denotes a fine, broad-minded, and generous spirit. +But what pleases me more than anything else is that she has not +forgotten that Ireland is still on the map.’</p> +<p>“‘Why,’ ses he, ‘Ireland will never be +forgotten while there is money to be made at politics in America, and +politics, they say, is the most popular religion in the United +States.’</p> +<p>“‘And was it to tell me what I know already that brought +you here?’</p> +<p>“‘No,’ ses he. ‘I wanted to tell you that I +dreamt of my mother’s people last night, and that always brings +me good luck. So as ’tis a <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb247" +href="#pb247" name="pb247">247</a>]</span>fine hard frosty day, +I’d like to go birdcatching in Fingal’s Glen, and catch a +dozen linnets, half a dozen finches, and maybe a couple of blackbirds +and thrushes. But I haven’t the makings of a sprig of birdlime, +or a crib, or a good singing bird to bring with me,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘If that is all that’s troubling you,’ ses +I, ‘you have no longer any cause to worry. I’ll give you +the box of birdlime that the bishop himself made me a present of last +Easter, and I’ll give you the loan of the best singing bird I +have in the house, a linnet that would put a nightingale or a prima +donna to shame,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“And with that I handed him the box of birdlime that was made +by the best cobbler in Antrim, and I took down the linnet cage from +over the half door, and gave him that also.</p> +<p>“And then ses I, ‘Go your way and may God bless you, and +if you can’t catch birds with my linnet and the bishop’s +birdlime, you might as well go to America and try and convince the +Irish-Americans that they are not a bit better than the Irish at +home.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb248" href="#pb248" name= +"pb248">248</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Wisha, bad luck to their impudence,’ ses he. +‘What do they know about the Irish at home?’</p> +<p>“‘The devil a hap’orth,’ ses I. And then he +put the cage under his arm and ses: ‘I wish I knew how to thank +you for all your kindness, and now I will trouble you for the loan of +your topcoat, the fillings of a pipe, and a box of matches. For +’tis frozen with the cold I’ll be, standing behind a furze +bush waiting for a flock of linnets to rise, so that I may throw myself +down on my face and hands on the wet grass, the way they wouldn’t +see me at all,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘A good birdcatcher,’ ses I, ‘will always +find a place where he will be able to hide without throwing himself +down on the wet grass or soft earth. However, you are welcome to the +loan of my old coat, and I will make you a present of a plug of tobacco +and a box of matches.’</p> +<p>“So after he put on the coat, he walked away with his +‘May the Lord spare and protect you all the days of your +life,’ and a week passed before he returned. I was eating my +breakfast when he called, and as he pushed open the half <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb249" href="#pb249" name="pb249">249</a>]</span>door +with his ‘God bless all here,’ I up and ses: ‘What +luck?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Don’t talk to me about luck,’ ses he, as +he placed the overcoat, the box of birdlime, and the cage on a chair +beside him. ‘I’m the happiest man alive,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘I’m sorry to hear that,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘And why, might I ask?’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses I, ‘’tis only selfish +people who can be really happy. Howsomever, let me hear what you have +to say.’</p> +<p>“‘I caught a linnet with a crown of gold,’ ses +he.</p> +<p>“‘You did!’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Yes, I did,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘There must be a finch or a canary in the family +then,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Maybe both,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘How does he sing?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Sing!’ ses he. ‘Why, he never stops +singing at all, only when the twilight fades and the darkness comes +from east and west, and north and south, and the blackness of the night +covers up <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb250" href="#pb250" name= +"pb250">250</a>]</span>the hills and the valleys, the trees and the +rivers, and the streams and the houses themselves,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘He must be a wonder,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘A wonder he is surely,’ ses he. ‘He starts +at five o’clock in the morning and sings all day.’</p> +<p>“‘If that’s so,’ ses I, ‘I’ll be +outside your door with my ear to the keyhole at quarter to five, so +that I can’t miss the first note to break the silence and tell us +that day is come.’</p> +<p>“‘And herself is going to stay up all night, lest she +might miss even the flutter of his wings, when he wakes from his +sleep,’ ses Lareen.</p> +<p>“Well, when the morrow came, I was at Lareen’s door at +the peep o’ day, listening to the sweetest music that was ever +heard in town or city, in lonely glen or by the cobbled seashore when +the storm does be raging and huge breakers dash themselves to pieces on +the treacherous rocks. Wonderful indeed was the song of the linnet with +the crown of gold, and musicians came from all parts of the world to +hear him, and all listened with great attention and took down in +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb251" href="#pb251" name= +"pb251">251</a>]</span>a book each note as he uttered it. And when they +returned home, they made operas, oratorios, and symphonies from the +melodies they heard in Lareen’s kitchen. And selections were made +for the violin, ‘cello, and organ, and played at classical +concerts where the well-fed fashionable people, who have no more love +for art or music than a tinker’s donkey, pay for being bored to +death. And thus it was that the fame of Lareen’s linnet grew +until the King of Spain heard all about him, and immediately he sailed +away from the shores of his native country with more money in his +pocket than all the kings of Europe could earn in ten thousand years. +And when, after a weary journey, he found himself seated by the fire +talking to Lareen, all of a sudden he up and ses: ‘Lareen,’ +ses he, ‘I’ll give you a golden guinea for every mistake +you have made since you came to the use of reason, if you will give me +the linnet with the crown of gold,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘And did you accept his offer?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘No, I did not,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘You damn fool,’ ses I. ‘Sure, if you only +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb252" href="#pb252" name= +"pb252">252</a>]</span>got a half sovereign inself for every mistake +you made since you were born, you would have been made a millionaire on +the spot.’</p> +<p>“‘And how do you know I have made so many +mistakes?’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘Why, you omadhaun,’ ses I, ‘don’t +you know as yet that nearly everything we do is some kind of a mistake +or other, but we don’t know it until we are told so by some one +else?’</p> +<p>“‘I do not,’ ses he. ‘And I am just as well +pleased that I don’t.’</p> +<p>“‘And what did the king say when he heard your +refusal?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“He took out his handkerchief and began to cry, and then ses +he: ‘I will give you your choice of a wife, and I will give you +your own way as long as you can stand it, if you will give me the +linnet, and I will make you a Knight of the Spade and Turnip +besides.’</p> +<p>“‘Thank you kindly,’ ses Lareen. ‘But, not +for all the women that ever made fools of their husbands would I part +with the linnet with the crown of gold.’ <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb253" href="#pb253" name="pb253">253</a>]</span></p> +<p>“So the king sailed away that night with sadness in his heart +and tears in his eyes, and ’twas said that he was never heard +whistling anything till the day he died but the song of the linnet with +the crown of gold.</p> +<p>“And then the King of Prussia came and ses to Lareen: +‘There’s going to be a great war one day,’ ses he, +‘and if you will give me the linnet with the golden crown, I will +give you half of France, the whole of Belgium, and maybe the Tower of +London as well, when the war is over.’</p> +<p>“‘Don’t count your chickens before they are +hatched,’ ses Lareen, ‘and remember the gentleman who went +to live on St. Helena after the battle of Waterloo.’</p> +<p>“‘Oh, the spalpeen!’ ses he. ‘He was bound +to be caught anyway, because he overestimated his own +importance.’</p> +<p>“‘Just like a good many more people who don’t know +it,’ ses Lareen.</p> +<p>“‘So you won’t give me the linnet?’ ses the +king. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb254" href="#pb254" name= +"pb254">254</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘No,’ ses Lareen. And with that the king shook +his head and went his way.</p> +<p>“The next to come was the King of Japan. And he up and ses: +‘There’s going to be great ructions on the other side of +the Atlantic another day, and if you will give me the linnet with the +golden crown, I will give you your choice of New York or Boston when +the war is over.’</p> +<p>“‘And how are you going to land an army, might I +ask?’ ses Lareen.</p> +<p>“‘With the aid of the navy,’ ses the king, with a +smile.</p> +<p>“‘Bedad, I wonder if that ever occurred to +America,’ ses Lareen.</p> +<p>“‘I don’t know, and what’s more, I +don’t care,’ ses the king.</p> +<p>“‘There’s too much old talk about peace, I’m +thinking,’ ses Lareen.</p> +<p>“‘That’s so,’ ses the king. ‘And talk +by itself never did anything. Why, man alive, there is no such thing as +peace in the world. The very people who advocate peace are always at +cross-purposes with some one else. Sure every thing that’s +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb255" href="#pb255" name= +"pb255">255</a>]</span>alive fights, from the fish in the sea to the +birds of the air, and those who are not prepared always gets the worst +of it. A man with a gun is better than a man with a blackthorn stick in +his fist at any time, even though he might be an Irishman +inself,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘And a small dog often leathered the devil out of a +large dog when he caught him unawares,’ ses Lareen.</p> +<p>“‘Now you’re talking sense,’ ses the King. +‘And ’tis only after a fight that you can tell who is the +better man. Life itself is a fight from beginning to end, and when we +cease fighting, well,’ ses he, ‘that’s the end of us. +But be all that as it may, what about giving me the linnet?’</p> +<p>“‘I wouldn’t part with him,’ ses Lareen, +‘for all the money in the world.’</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses the King, ‘’tis a great +pity that you don’t know you are so foolish.’ And with that +he put on his hat, curled his moustache, and walked out the door.</p> +<p>“And every day brought some mighty monarch or other to +Lareen’s cottage, and each and every <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb256" href="#pb256" name="pb256">256</a>]</span>one +tried their very best to persuade him to part with the linnet, but they +all went as they came, because Lareen was determined that he would +never part with him until the day of his death.”</p> +<p>“And what happened in the end?” said Padna.</p> +<p>“One day, after the King of the Ballyallen Islands came and +offered all his wealth and possessions for the loan of the linnet to +entertain some of his wife’s people at the Royal Palace during +the Christmas holidays, a large grey cat from the police +sergeant’s house across the road tumbled the cage from the wall, +opened the door, and golloped up the linnet, with less ceremony than if +he was a mouse or a cockroach.”</p> +<p>“And what happened then?”</p> +<p>“Lareen killed the cat and made a fur cap with its skin and +sent it to the Czar of Russia to remind him to be kind to the poor +musicians, because there’s nothing finer in the country than its +music, except its literature, of course,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Lareen was a fool not to sell the linnet when he got the +first good offer. Any man who leaves <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb257" href="#pb257" name="pb257">257</a>]</span>opportunity slip +between his fingers, so to speak, is a fool, and the man who +doesn’t know what he likes is the greatest fool of all. +‘Pon my word, I don’t know what to think of half the people +I hear about,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“Neither do I, but while the song of a bird and a sense of +duty means more for some than either money or glory, there’s hope +for the world,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Bedad, I don’t doubt but there is,” said Padna. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb258" href="#pb258" name= +"pb258">258</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch18" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">The Man with the Wooden Leg</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first"><span class="corr" id="xd20e3252" title= +"Not in source">“</span>A man who loves nature and lives near the +country need never be lonesome,” said Micus Pat to his friend +Padna Dan, as they strolled along a mountain road near the southwestern +coast.</p> +<p>“That’s very true,” said Padna. “And if a +man owes a lot of money, he has the consolation of knowing that he will +not easily be forgotten.”</p> +<p>“Like every other man of poetic temperament, I think more +about the glories of nature, for they are both inspiring and +incomprehensible, than about what I owe, or the people who were good +enough to oblige me with the loan of money,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“’Tis real decent of you to say so, and you <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb259" href="#pb259" name="pb259">259</a>]</span>such +a judge of everything but your own idiosyncrasies,” said +Padna.</p> +<p>“Look around and about you,” said Micus, “from the +north to the south, and from the east to the west, and from the west +again back to the east, and from the south again to the north, and if +you are not impressed with the wonder and grandeur with which you are +surrounded, you might as well give up your life to reading the +newspapers and talking politics at the street corners.”</p> +<p>“Beauty confronts us at every turn. The saffron moon peeps +through the vista of pines on the distant hills, the sky is all ablaze +with twinkling stars, and not a sound is heard except that of my own +voice, and the creak of a toad in the rushes,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“I can hear, or I seem to hear,” said Micus, “the +rippling of a brook as it joins the Owenacurra on its way to the sea, +and it is the sweetest of all music, because it is of nature’s +own making, and more soothing to a troubled mind or a weary spirit than +all the melodies made by man.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb260" href="#pb260" name="pb260">260</a>]</span></p> +<p>“I hear no sound but my own voice,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“Put your ear to the ground, and if you are not deaf you will +hear the maddening rush of the brook and the low murmuring of the +Owenacurra and the heart of the world itself beating,” said +Micus.</p> +<p>“I will, then,” said Padna, as he put his ear to the +ground.</p> +<p>“Well,” said Micus, “do you hear +anything?”</p> +<p>“I hear the pulse of the earth.”</p> +<p>“Isn’t it wonderful?”</p> +<p>“’Tis wonderful, surely.”</p> +<p>“I knew you’d like it.”</p> +<p>“Sure ’tis myself always loves to walk alone by the +seashore when the world does be sleeping, and listen to the melancholy +cry of the sea lark and the curlew, and the soft splash of the waves +against the boulders on the beach on a dark night without any light at +all, except maybe the flash from the lightship, or the glow from the +binnacle lamp of some passing vessel, and she <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb261" href="#pb261" name= +"pb261">261</a>]</span>sailing over the seas with a cargo of groundsel +for the Emperor of Japan’s linnets. There’s an eeriness +about the night that creates an atmosphere of poetry and mystery, the +like of which we never experience in the most glorious sunshine, even +when we might be in love itself, and listening to the silvery speech of +the most beautiful woman in all the land,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“When a man is listening to the silvery speech of some lovely +woman, he never knows how expensive ’tis going to be for him +afterwards.”</p> +<p>“The silvery speech of women is a magnificent thing, but their +golden silence is a more magnificent thing still.”</p> +<p>“That’s true indeed, but let us forget all about the +contrary creatures for a little while, and I will tell you a story that +the Emperor of Russia would give his two thumbs and two little fingers +to hear.”</p> +<p>“And what is it all about?” said Padna.</p> +<p>“’Tis the story of a man with a wooden leg,” said +Micus.</p> +<p>“Begin,” said Padna. <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb262" href="#pb262" name="pb262">262</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Well,” said Micus, as he filled his pipe, “as I +was sauntering home the other night, I dropped into the Half Way House +to get a toothful of something to keep out the cold, when lo and +behold! who should come in and flop down beside me but a one-legged +sailor and he minus an eye as well, and no more hair on his head than +you’d find on a yellow turnip. He was the first to speak, and he +up and ses: ‘Good night, stranger,’ ses he, as he poked the +fire with his wooden leg, and lit his pipe with a piece of his old +straw hat.</p> +<p>“‘Good night kindly,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘’Tis a cold kind of night,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘The devil of a cold night entirely,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘’Tis indeed,’ ses he, ‘and a bad +night for a poor man who has neither friends nor relations, or one to +bother their heads about him, or even the price of a drink +inself.’</p> +<p>“‘If ’tis a drink you want,’ ses I, +‘all you have to do is to call for it, and I will pay. What will +you have?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘I’ll take all I can get for nothing, and give as +little as I can help in return. I’m a capitalist <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb263" href="#pb263" name="pb263">263</a>]</span>by +temperament, but poor because I didn’t get a chance of exercising +my talents,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘I suppose you wouldn’t say no to a glass of +whiskey,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘I’d say no to nothing except a black eye,’ +ses he.</p> +<p>“‘You couldn’t afford to have an eye blackened, +when you have only one good eye already,’ ses I. And then and +there I treated him to two glasses of whiskey, and when he had them +swallowed, I up and ses: ‘How did you lose your lamp?’ +meaning his eye, of course.</p> +<p>“‘In a duel with the King of Spain,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘Glory be to the Lord!’ ses I. ‘All over a +woman, I presume?’</p> +<p>“‘Of course,’ ses he. And then the salt tears +flowed down his sunken cheeks and formed a pool on the floor.</p> +<p>“‘Tell me,’ ses I, ‘was she a very handsome +woman?’</p> +<p>“‘She was the most beautiful woman in all the +world,’ ses he, ‘except my seventh wife, who was more +beautiful than Venus, herself.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb264" href="#pb264" name="pb264">264</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘And what happened to your seventh wife?’ ses +I.</p> +<p>“‘Oh, she was too fond of her own people, and they got +her to do all their washing and scrubbing, and never gave her a +moment’s rest until they killed her with hard work. And then the +devil blast the one of them came to the funeral, and ’twas +strangers that lowered her into the grave, and no one but myself and +the clergyman said a prayer for the repose of her soul,’ ses +he.</p> +<p>“‘She was too good to be remembered, I suppose,’ +ses I.</p> +<p>“‘She was, God help us,’ ses he. ‘But my +ninth wife wasn’t either a Venus or a Helen of Troy. She was so +ugly that one day when we were going over a bridge, the river stopped, +and didn’t begin to flow again until she left the +town.’</p> +<p>“‘You had a lot of wives,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Yes, I had a few, but ’tis a mistake to marry +more than ten or twelve times,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“Well, when I saw that his grief was getting the better of +him, I ses: ‘Let us not talk any <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb265" href="#pb265" name="pb265">265</a>]</span>more about your eye, +but tell me how you lost your leg, and I’ll give you another +glass of grog.’</p> +<p>“‘I never told that story to any one for less than three +glasses of grog and a small bottle of rum to bring home with me for the +morning, except one time I told it to the Shah of Persia for nothing, +when he promised me the hand of his favourite daughter in +marriage.’</p> +<p>“‘Tell me the story, whatever ‘twill cost,’ +ses I.</p> +<p>“‘All right,’ ses he. And then he moved closer to +the fire, and this is what he told:</p> +<p class="tb"></p> +<p>“‘It was a cold and stormy night in the long long ago. +The thunder rolled and the lightning flashed and the rain fell down in +torrents. I was aboard ship in the middle of the ocean; the stars and +moon were screened and not a light was seen except a glimmer from the +port side of another vessel labouring in the storm. Peal after peal of +thunder resounded until one thought that the gods of war on all the +other planets had gone mad, and were discharging their heavy artillery +at the earth, trying to shatter it to atoms. The canvas <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb266" href="#pb266" name="pb266">266</a>]</span>was +torn from the yards, and spar after spar fell, until nothing but the +masts remained.</p> +<p>“‘And as the storm grew in intensity, the ship lurched +and the masts themselves fell, and crashed through her as though she +was only made of matchwood; and in their fall they killed as many as +five and twenty men at a time. And as the last mast made splinters of +the deck house, the good ship <i>Nora Crena</i> sank beneath the waves +never to rise again.</p> +<p>“‘Not a soul was saved but myself, and in those days I +was a great swimmer, and I swam and swam until I found a piece of +floating wreckage, and clung to it the way you’d see a barnacle +clinging to the rocks. I remained that way for three days and three +nights, without a bit to eat or anything to read, and nothing to drink +but salt water. And sure I need not tell you that the more you’d +drink of that, the more thirsty you’d become.</p> +<p>“‘Well, at the end of the third night, I was cast up on +a little bit of a rock no larger than a stepmother’s supper, and +while I was wondering <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb267" href= +"#pb267" name="pb267">267</a>]</span>how I could get a bit to eat or +reach the shore in safety, a large fish about the size of a shark, but +much more refined and respectable looking, came up from the depths of +the sea, and as he came ashore and sat beside me, he up and ses: +“God bless all here,” ses he.</p> +<p>“‘“And you too,” ses I.</p> +<p>“‘“How are you feeling to-day?” ses he.</p> +<p>“‘“A good deal worse than yesterday,” ses I. +“Can’t you see, you foolish omadhaun, that I am all +dripping wet from being saturated in the waters of the briny deep, for +this last three days and nights?”</p> +<p>“‘“That’s nothing at all,” ses he. +“How would you like to be dripping wet like myself for twenty +years or more?”</p> +<p>“‘“Are you as old as all that?” ses I.</p> +<p>“‘“Every day of it, if not more. My poor mother, +God help her, had all our birthdays written down in a book, and she had +us all called after the saints of America. Originality was a weakness +with her, but now she’s dead and gone, more’s the +pity!” ses he. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb268" href="#pb268" +name="pb268">268</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘“What did she die of?” ses I. “Too +much old talk, maybe.”</p> +<p>“‘“She didn’t die a natural death at all, +but was caught in a net and sold to a fishmonger, the same as everyone +belonging to me, both young and old, and the list includes aunts and +uncles, first and second cousins, fathers-in-law and mothers-in-law, +and they the first blight on a man’s happiness. And here I am +now,” ses he, “and I a poor orphan and the last of my name +and race.” And then the tears began to come to his eyes, and when +he had stopped weeping he up and ses: “Do you know,” ses +he, “that I’m a misanthrope?”</p> +<p>“‘“I’m not a bit surprised at that,” +ses I, “if, as you say, all belonging to you were +philanthropists, and gave up their lives for the sustenance and +maintenance of the people in the great world beyond. Indiscriminate +philanthropy like that would make a pessimist of any one. Howsomever, +things might be better or worse. You might have been caught in a net +yourself, and sold to a family of tinkers, and I’m sure all your +relations wouldn’t <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb269" href= +"#pb269" name="pb269">269</a>]</span>bother their heads about you, or +care whether you were boiled or fried. They would logically conclude +that as they were so numerous, they could afford to lose at least one +of the family,” ses I.</p> +<p>“‘“About that I haven’t the remotest +doubt,” ses he. “But what I can’t understand is why +some women will marry their husbands so that they can help their own +sisters’ or brothers’ children, as the case may +be.”</p> +<p>“‘“Well,” ses I, “once women arrive at +the age of indiscretion, there’s no use trying to understand +them.”</p> +<p>“‘“Of course,” ses he, “the great +trouble with women, I’m thinking, is that they don’t +understand themselves or any one else, either.”</p> +<p>“‘“Be all that and more as it may,” ses I, +“even the most foolish women are well able to look after +themselves. But old talk like this would never get me home. And unless +you will take me on your back and swim with me to the shore, ’tis +the way I’ll be after dying both from cold and starvation.” +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb270" href="#pb270" name= +"pb270">270</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘“There was many a better man died from +hunger,” ses he. “And better men have died from believing +all their wives told them. Howsomever, I will take you to the shore on +one condition.”</p> +<p>“‘“And what may that be?” ses I.</p> +<p>“‘“Well,” ses he, “you must promise +that you will never again taste a piece of fish while you +live.”</p> +<p>“‘“Why, that’s an easy matter,” says +I. “Sure, of course, I’ll promise you that much, or as much +more if you like.”</p> +<p>“‘“That’s just like a coward,” ses he. +“A coward would promise anything to save his skin, and make a +promise as quickly as he’d break one.”</p> +<p>“‘“I don’t see for the life of me why you +won’t take the word of a decent man,” ses I.</p> +<p>“‘“Wisha, who told you that you were +decent?” ses he. “Can’t I see and tell what you are +by the shifty look in your eye. To be candid, I wouldn’t trust +you as far as I’d throw you, and you with two ferrety eyes, and +they so close together that only a rogue, a thief, a <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb271" href="#pb271" name= +"pb271">271</a>]</span>bla’guard, or a bully could own them, and +one of them blind at that.”</p> +<p>“‘“If you only knew how I lost that winker,” +ses I, “’tis the way you’d be taking off your hat to +me, and shaking hands with yourself for having met the likes of +me.”</p> +<p>“‘“God knows,” ses he, “there’s +no limit to the conceit of some and the ignorance of others. I have +eaten my dinner off men and women too, that wouldn’t recognise +you at a dog fight. There was the King of Himyumhama and his royal +daughters, for instance, who were drowned in the Skidderymackthomas. +And there were two American millionaires besides, and they as tender +and as nourishing as a boiled chicken or a porterhouse +steak.”</p> +<p>“‘“I bet you,” ses I, “that you never +ate Irish stew.”</p> +<p>“‘“And who the devil would want to eat Irish stew +but the Chinese? Sure the Irish themselves never eat it. +However,” ses he, “there’s no use trying to convince +me against my will. I’m a man of fixed ideas, and people with +fixed ideas <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb272" href="#pb272" name= +"pb272">272</a>]</span>are nearly as impossible as women. Nevertheless, +I suppose you are anxious to get to the shore, and for that I +don’t blame you. Like us all, you carry your character in your +face, and I won’t lose much by parting company with you. +I’m sorry all the same that you haven’t an honest +countenance, because a face like yours would do you no more good among +decent people than letters of introduction in the United States of +America, and they are no more use to any one than the measles or the +whooping cough.”</p> +<p>“‘“Well,” ses I, “don’t you +think you are talking too much and doing too little?”</p> +<p>“‘“That may be. Sure, my poor father always told +me I’d make a good politician. Howsomever, sit up on my back, and +I’ll bring you safe and sound to the shore.” And without +waiting to say as much as thank you, or anything else, I jumped on his +back, and he swam for a few hundred yards, but, lo and behold you! all +of a sudden he stopped and turned around to me and ses: “Do you +know what?” ses he. “I’m losing confidence in +you.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb273" href="#pb273" name= +"pb273">273</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘“Indeed, then, is that so?” ses I.</p> +<p>“‘“Yes, it is then,” ses he, “and the +little bit of respect I had for you in the beginning is nearly all +gone.”</p> +<p>“‘“Is there any way by which I can inspire +confidence in you, at all?” ses I.</p> +<p>“‘“I don’t believe there is,” ses he. +“I’m a patriot and want to do something for the race, +besides making speeches about the achievements of my ancestors and +getting well paid for my pains, and getting all my children and +relations good jobs as well.”</p> +<p>“‘“And what is it you want to do, at all?” +ses I.</p> +<p>“‘“I want to make sure,” ses he, “that +you will keep your promise never to eat fish again.”</p> +<p>“‘“I will keep my promise,” ses I.</p> +<p>“‘“I don’t believe a word of it,” ses +he. “There’s nobody forgotten sooner than a good friend. +But I’ll make sure that you will remember me, as the traveling +salesman said to the landlady, when he ran away without paying for his +board and lodging.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb274" href= +"#pb274" name="pb274">274</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘“’Tis true,” ses I, “that we +forget our friends when they cease to be an advantage to us, and +equally true that we lose respect for our enemies when they cease to +torment and persecute us, but all the same I can’t see why you +won’t finish your job, considering the good start you have +made.”</p> +<p>“‘“I never pay any attention to flattery,” +ses he. “But whist. I have an idea! I suppose you often heard +tell of the law of compensation?”</p> +<p>“‘“Many and many a time,” ses I.</p> +<p>“‘“All right then!” ses he. “You know, +of course, that we must pay a price for everything we get in this life, +and some, they say, pay in the other world as well. That being so, then +you must pay for your passage to the shore. And as I haven’t had +my breakfast yet, I think you couldn’t do better than forfeit one +of your legs, and in that way you would serve the double purpose of +paying for your journey and helping me to appease the pangs of hunger. +And, besides, you will be sure to remember me, and ’tis a matter +for yourself whether you will keep your promise or not.” +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb275" href="#pb275" name= +"pb275">275</a>]</span>And then and there he did a double somersault, +and I fell into the water, and before I had realized what had happened, +my leg was bitten off. And while I tried to keep myself afloat by +hanging on to some seaweed, he up and ses: “Bedad,” ses he, +“that was the nicest meal I had for many a long day. And I think +now that I like the Irish better than the French, Germans, Scotch, +Americans, or the Australians, and I have tasted them all.”</p> +<p>“‘“How do you like the English?” ses I.</p> +<p>“‘“Don’t talk to me about the +English,” ses he, “I wouldn’t taste one of them if I +had to go hungry for ever, for the stupid way they treated the +Irish.”</p> +<p>“‘“God knows then, in a way, I wouldn’t +blame you. But ’tis a queer thing for you to leave me here to +drown when you could carry me safely to the shore.”</p> +<p>“‘“Tell me, are you a Protestant?” ses +he.</p> +<p>“‘“I am, God forgive me,” ses I.</p> +<p>“‘“I am sorry for that,” ses he.</p> +<p>“‘“And why?” ses I. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb276" href="#pb276" name="pb276">276</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘“Well, I don’t think I can carry you to +the shore at all now,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘“How’s that?” ses I. “Sure all +the Protestants are fine, decent, respectable people.”</p> +<p>“‘“They think they are,” ses he. “But +who’s to know whether they are or not? The Protestants would eat +fish every day of the week, if they could get it, but the Catholics +will only eat it on Fridays, and wouldn’t eat it then if they +could help it. And moreover, the Protestants have all the good jobs in +Ireland and the United States, but for choice, ’tis a Freemason +I’d be myself, if I could.”</p> +<p>“‘“That’s not the question at all,” +ses I. “Are you, or are you not, going to bring me to the +shore?”</p> +<p>“‘“Well, I’m about sick and tired of you +now, anyway,” ses he, “so sit up on my back, and I’ll +land you at the Old Head of Kinsale.” And sure enough he kept his +word, and I was landed high and dry on the rocks of my native parish in +less time than you’d take to lace your shoe. And all he said as +he went his way was: “Good-by, now, <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb277" href="#pb277" name="pb277">277</a>]</span>and don’t +forget all I told you. I have an invitation to lunch at the Canary +Islands, and I’ll be late if I don’t hurry.” And with +that, he plunged beneath a breaker, and that was the last I ever saw of +the fish who ate my leg off, and made me a cripple for life.”</p> +<p>“‘And did you keep your promise?’ ses I to the man +with the wooden leg, when he had finished his story.”</p> +<p>“‘No,’ ses the man with the wooden leg, ‘but +instead, I swore ten thousand holy oaths that I would eat nothing but +fish, if I lived to be as old as Batty Hayes’s old goat. And +that’s why I am always so thirsty.’”</p> +<p class="tb"></p> +<p>“Bedad, but that’s a queer story, surely,” said +Padna. “I suppose the fish would have eaten his other leg off, +only it might spoil his appetite for lunch.”</p> +<p>“Very likely,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Well, I don’t believe I could beat that for a +yarn,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“I wouldn’t try, if I were you,” said Micus. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb278" href="#pb278" name= +"pb278">278</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch19" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">The Hermit of the Grove</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">“What do you think of the weather?” said +Padna Dan to Micus Pat, as he leaned over the half-door, and looked up +at the sky.</p> +<p>“Oh,” said Micus, as he struck a match on the heel of +his shoe, “I think we will have a fine day, that’s if it +don’t either rain or snow. And snow and rain inself is better +than a drought, that would parch the whole countryside, and bleach +every blade of grass in the fields as white as linen.”</p> +<p>“The two things in life you can never depend on,” said +Padna, “are women and the weather. But as the hermit of +Deirdre’s Grove said to me the other day, when I happened upon +him as he was strolling about looking for something he <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb279" href="#pb279" name= +"pb279">279</a>]</span>never lost: ‘Every season,’ ses he, +‘has its own particular charm, and we all have our faults as well +as our virtues.’</p> +<p>“And what kind of a man was he at all, to be looking for +something he never lost?” said Micus.</p> +<p>“He was a man just like one of ourselves. Sure that’s +what we all do, from the day we open our eyes until we close them again +upon the world,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“I never knew that there was a hermit in Deirdre’s +Grove,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Neither did I,” said Padna, “until one day last +week when I went looking for hazel-nuts for the grandchildren, and I +came upon a man of strange appearance, and he with long flowing beard, +dark black curly hair, and a physique surpassing anything I have seen +for many a day. His general demeanour was very impressive indeed, and a +kindly look lit up his well-chiseled face. As I approached him, I +wondered what manner of man he was, but he was first to break the +silence. And what he said was: ‘Good morrow, stranger,’ ses +he. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb280" href="#pb280" name= +"pb280">280</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Good morrow and good luck,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘May the blessing of God be with you,’ ses +he.</p> +<p>“‘May the blessing of God be with us all,’ ses +I.</p> +<p>“‘Amen to that,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘Amen, amen!’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Would you mind telling me what day of the year is it, +and what year of the century is it, if you please?’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘I can easily tell you that,’ ses I, ‘but I +couldn’t tell you the time of day if you were to make me as gay +as a sprite, as blithe as a lark, and as nimble and fresh as a hare in +the month of March. This is St. Crispin’s Day,’ ses I, +‘and every shoemaker in Christendom who knows how to enjoy +himself will be as drunk as a lord before the sun goes down.’</p> +<p>“‘I wouldn’t blame them for getting drunk,’ +ses he, ‘for hammering on the sole of a shoe from daylight to +dark is no way for a man to enjoy himself. But now,’ ses he, +‘if you want to know the time of day, I can tell you that.’ +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb281" href="#pb281" name= +"pb281">281</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Of course, I’d like to know the time of +day,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘All right,’ ses he, ‘come along.’ +And then we walked to a sun-splashed glade, and he looked up at the sun +itself, and turned to me, and ses, with the greatest gentleness: +‘’Tis just a quarter to twelve,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘That’s a wonderful clock you have,’ ses +I.</p> +<p>“‘’Tis the most wonderful clock in all the world, +and never once ran down since it was set a-going long ago before Adam +was a boy,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘But ’tisn’t every one can tell you the +time of day by it,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘I know that,’ ses he. ‘And +’tisn’t every one who can tell you all the other things +they should know, and ’tisn’t every one who can forget all +the things not worth remembering,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘That’s true,’ ses I, ‘and if we +could only remember all that is good for us, and forget all that is bad +for us, we needn’t go to any one for advice. But we either +remember too much, or forget too much, and that’s why there is so +much discontent and trouble everywhere. However, <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb282" href="#pb282" name="pb282">282</a>]</span>be +that as it may, I’d like to know how you manage to enjoy yourself +in this eerie place without any one to keep you company,’ ses +I.</p> +<p>“‘I don’t want company,’ ses he, +‘because I came here to get rid of myself.’</p> +<p>“‘Are you a married man?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘No,’ ses he, ‘I escaped.’</p> +<p>“‘That’s a strange state of affairs,’ ses I. +‘Sure I always thought that the only way a man could get rid of +himself was to get lost, so to speak, in the highways and byways of +matrimony, and that he would be so busy trying to please his wife and +children that he wouldn’t have any time to think of +himself.’</p> +<p>“‘There are more ways of killing a dog than by making +him commit suicide,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘That’s so,’ ses I. ‘And there are +more ways of getting drunk than paying for what you drink. And many a +man can’t feel natural at all, until he is so blind drunk that he +don’t know what he does be saying.’</p> +<p>“‘Yes,’ ses he, ‘and a man might live +without working if he could get any one to support him. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb283" href="#pb283" name="pb283">283</a>]</span>But +no matter what happens, time and the world rolls by as indifferently as +though there was nothing worth bothering about. And after all,’ +ses he, ‘what is the world but a whirling mass of +inconsistencies, and everything changes but man. He has no more sense +now than ever he had. And more’s the pity, for women are as +deceitful as ever.’</p> +<p>“‘But you haven’t told me how you succeeded in +getting rid of yourself?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses he, ‘I only got rid of myself, +in a measure, of course, by escaping from the thralls of convention, +and coming to live the life of a recluse in this shady and lonely +grove. And while I am here, ’tis consoling to know that I cannot +injure anybody by doing them good turns, nor can I be of any assistance +to them by being their enemies. A decent enemy,’ ses he, +‘oftentimes is worth ten thousand friends, who would only do you +a kindness for the sake of talking about it afterwards. But the best +and most charitable way to behave towards those who try to injure you +is to treat them one and all with silent <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb284" href="#pb284" name="pb284">284</a>]</span>contempt. That will +hurt them more than anything else. The tongue may cut like a scissors, +but silence gives the deepest wound.’</p> +<p>“‘That was well spoken for a lonely man,’ ses +I.</p> +<p>“‘There are worse things than loneliness,’ ses he, +‘and, strictly speaking, we never feel really lonesome until we +find ourselves in the midst of a crowd. And we are never in better +company than when we take our place among the trees of a glorious +forest like this, where nature has so plentifully bestowed her choicest +gifts. I never felt lonesome since I left the noise of the cities +behind me, and as I lie awake on my couch at night, I ever long for the +morning, so that I may hear the birds on the wing and the birds on the +branches singing their praises to the Lord. Aye<span class="corr" id= +"xd20e3596" title="Not in source">,</span> and I never tire of watching +the rabbit and the weasel, the fox and the hare, or listening to the +droning of the bee,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘To live close to and feel the divine influence of +nature must be a wonderful thing surely, but I am sorry to say that +’tis the ugly in nature that <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb285" +href="#pb285" name="pb285">285</a>]</span>interests me more than +anything else, and the sting of a bee or a mosquito affects me more +than the beauty of the sunset,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Why, man alive,’ ses he, ‘there’s +nothing ugly in nature. And the sting of an insect, like the slur of a +friend, is a thing to be forgotten and not remembered. But for all +that, insects with the capacity for causing annoyance have their uses. +And those who never lift their eyes to the skies, so to speak, to look +at other worlds than their own, will never feel lonesome while they +have bees, wasps, and mosquitoes to torment them.’</p> +<p>“‘’Tis the devil of a thing,’ ses I, +‘when you come to think of it, that man can never really enjoy +himself. When his wife or daughters, as the case may be, stop nagging +at him, his friends commence to turn on him, or the wild animals of the +earth, such as bugs and mosquitoes, will try to drive him to +desperation.’</p> +<p>“‘Very true, indeed,’ ses he, ‘but we must +cultivate patience in all things, and self-control as well, if we want +to be comparatively happy.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb286" +href="#pb286" name="pb286">286</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Patience,’ ses he, ‘is the next best thing +to stupidity. And ’tis nothing more nor less than an infinite +capacity for taking pains.’</p> +<p>“‘And what’s genius then?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Genius,’ ses he, ‘is the blossom of +inspiration.’</p> +<p>“‘I am beginning at long last,’ ses I, ‘to +see some of the advantages of being a recluse. It makes a man think +more than pleases those who disagree with him.’</p> +<p>“‘You are still a novice at philosophy,’ ses he, +‘and when you can understand why people won’t associate +with others, you will know why they keep to themselves.’</p> +<p>“‘Oh,’ ses I, ‘I always want to be with my +friends, and live as comfortably as I can. But evidently you +don’t care where you live, or how you live.’</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ ses he, ‘I live in the present, the +past, and the future, and though I dwell in a hut at the foot of the +hills beyond, I am as happy as a cow in clover. And if all the water in +the ocean was to be turned into whiskey, and if all the fish and +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb287" href="#pb287" name= +"pb287">287</a>]</span>the Sunday excursionists were to drink +themselves to death, I don’t believe that ‘twould interfere +with my comfort. I have all I want,’ ses he, ‘and I know +it, and that’s the only time a man can be happy.’</p> +<p>“‘And why don’t you write a poem?’ ses +I.</p> +<p>“‘I live one,’ ses he, ‘and that’s +much better. I love the rustle of the leaves and every sound in the +woods. All that grows and lives and dies interests and inspires me. And +the only thing that makes me sad is that I am not a vegetarian. +But,’ ses he, ‘I’d be one in the morning if I could +get as much satisfaction from eating a handful of hazel-nuts, or a few +skeeories or blackberries, as from feasting on a roast +partridge.’</p> +<p>“‘And that,’ ses I, ‘just goes to prove that +we would all be decent if our decency wouldn’t interfere with our +happiness. Nevertheless, a man who can drift away from his fellow men +and live alone in a wood must be the descendant of some ancient line of +kings, or else he must be one of those highly civilized people we read +about in books. Or perhaps a species of snob who cannot <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb288" href="#pb288" name="pb288">288</a>]</span>see +the difference between his own foolishness and the foolishness of +others. Such a one usually thinks he is better than his equals and his +superiors as well.’</p> +<p>“‘Very often,’ ses he, ‘when nature makes +one man better than another, he thinks ’tis his privilege to make +others as bad as himself, so to speak. And to be a success, a man must +be a snob of some kind, or else have no more brains than a +herring.’</p> +<p>“‘Snobbery is the greatest of all virtues, because it +makes us feel better than we are. Take the Protestants, for +instance,’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Snobbery is an inheritance with them,’ ses he. +‘And ’twas they brought democracy to America. And what, +after all, is democracy but the highest form of snobocracy? It begets +self-deception in us all, and makes the beggar think he is as good as +the king, and the fool think he is as good as the scholar. Aye,’ +ses he, ‘and it makes the monied vulgarian think he is as good as +those who only tolerate him. Democracy only gives the downtrodden an +opportunity of becoming <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb289" href= +"#pb289" name="pb289">289</a>]</span>snobs. ’Tis true, of +course,’ ses he, ‘that the aristocracy couldn’t exist +only for the common people, and the common people couldn’t learn +the art of snobbery only for the aristocracy.’</p> +<p>“‘But good breeding will always show in a man,’ +ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Yes,’ ses he, ‘but some are too well bred +to be mannerly, and others are too mannerly to be just merely polite. +Politeness can be acquired,’ ses he, ‘but good manners must +be born with us. The most ignorant and ill-bred are oftentimes the most +polite class of people. And you don’t have to spend a year with a +man to know whether or not he is a gentleman. The very good manners of +some is the most offensive thing about them.’</p> +<p>“‘’Tis wonderful astuteness of observation, you +have entirely,’ ses I, ‘and I think it is a shame for a man +with your insight to be wasting your time in this dreary grove, when +you could be giving pleasure and instruction to the poor and ignorant +in the outer world.’</p> +<p>“‘Why should I spoil the happiness of the +ignorant?’ ses he. ‘What, might I ask, has the <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb290" href="#pb290" name= +"pb290">290</a>]</span>world gained by two thousand years of culture? +What is the use of educating people who at a moment’s notice will +go to the wars and slaughter each other for the sake of pleasing the +kings and rulers of Christendom?’</p> +<p>“‘I’m afraid you are a selfish man,’ ses +I.</p> +<p>“‘Without a tinge of selfishness no man is any +good,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘And don’t you do anything at all for +others?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘Oh, yes,’ ses he. “I keep out of their +way, and you don’t know what a kindness that is. Those who +don’t bore me,’ ses he, ‘I bore them. And that is one +of the reasons why I keep so much to myself.’</p> +<p>“‘And why don’t you keep a record of all your +thoughts and write them down in a book?’ ses I.</p> +<p>“‘I might be hanged, drawn and quartered, and beheaded +besides, if I were to do that. But, nevertheless, I have preserved a +few stray thoughts that may help to amuse the ignorant after I am dead +and gone,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘Where are they?’ ses I. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb291" href="#pb291" name="pb291">291</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘They are written in large letters on the trees of the +grove,’ ses he. And then he took my arm, and we walked from tree +to tree, and as we went our way, we read as follows:</p> +<p class="tb"></p> +<p>“‘A democrat is one who is sorry that he is not an +aristocrat, and an aristocrat is a snob, and doesn’t know it.</p> +<p>“‘If you think long enough, you will discover that such +a thing as equality could never exist, because we all imagine we are +better or worse than some one else.</p> +<p>“‘People who don’t think before marriage learn to +do so after, but better late than never.</p> +<p>“‘If our friends were as generous as we would wish them +to be, we would have no respect for their foolishness.</p> +<p>“‘Flies never frequent empty jam-pots, but money always +brings friends.</p> +<p>“‘The man who seeks a bubble reputation in the +newspapers must always keep reminding the public that he doesn’t +want to be forgotten.</p> +<p>“‘It is no easy matter to praise ourselves without +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb292" href="#pb292" name= +"pb292">292</a>]</span>abusing others, or to abuse others without +praising ourselves.</p> +<p>“‘Speech is a blessing to those who have not the courage +to carry out their threats.</p> +<p>“‘Any fool can smash the shell of an egg into ten +thousand pieces, but who can put it together again?</p> +<p>“‘When a man takes a false step, he must suffer the +consequences, and if he is sensible, he will do so cheerfully.</p> +<p>“‘Many say all the things they should be content with +thinking, and brilliance, within limits, often only leads to chaos.</p> +<p>“‘Congenital stupidity is such a potent factor with most +of us that we never know our limitations until we examine our +mistakes.</p> +<p>“‘Most people are led through life while thinking they +are leaders.</p> +<p>“‘if we could only see half the comedy of life, we would +become pessimists.</p> +<p>“‘The man who could be spoilt by success would not be +saved by adversity.</p> +<p>“‘The great are not always humble, and the humble are +not always great. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb293" href="#pb293" +name="pb293">293</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Silence is often more the sign of stupidity than +wisdom.</p> +<p>“‘We can keep our enemies by continuing to treat them +badly, and lose our friends by treating them too well.</p> +<p>“‘Wisdom after the event is only +repentance.’”</p> +<p class="tb"></p> +<p>“Bedad,” said Micus, “he knew a thing or +two.”</p> +<p>“No doubt about it,” said Padna.</p> +<p>“And ’twas by writing down his thoughts on the bark of +trees that he spent his time,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“Yes,” said Padna. “And ’tis better a man +should write down his thoughts, and then forget them, than to leave +them die in his mind, or maybe eat into his heart and send him to an +early grave.”</p> +<p>“Many a man went to his grave for saying too much,” said +Micus.</p> +<p>“And many a man went to his grave for saying nothing at +all,” said Padna. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb294" href= +"#pb294" name="pb294">294</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch20" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">The King of Goulnaspurra</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first"><span class="corr" id="xd20e3735" title= +"Not in source">“</span>The cold has left the breeze, the lonely +moon sails over the hills, bats are on the wing, the owl rests on the +barn door, the badger is gone in search of his prey, the otter scurries +through the stream, and the nightingale with his rich, melodious note +fills the air with sweetness,” said Padna to his friend +Micus.</p> +<p>“It is a glorious night for a ramble,” said Micus, +“and as we have nothing to do, we might as well take a stroll +through the woods, and we may find something to talk about. I too like +to watch the moon wandering all alone through the sky at the dead of +the night, and no one to keep her company but the stars, and they no +company for any one but the poets themselves.”</p> +<p>“And the poets are the best company in the <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb295" href="#pb295" name= +"pb295">295</a>]</span>whole world,” said Padna, “except +the dead and they that can’t do an injury to any one at all. +However, the moon does be kept busy throwing light on a troubled world, +and sometimes as she floats through the sky I seem to see a blush on +her face as though she was shocked at the badness that steals into the +hearts of the young and the old at the close of day. Night is the time +that the Devil has his fling, and evil lurks behind everything that is +beautiful and enchanting. When there is no moon in the sky, badness +does be everywhere, and there does be trembling in every innocent heart +until the darkness of night is dispelled by the rising sun, and the +first chirrup of the birds is heard, and the cock’s shrill crow +tells us that day is come.”</p> +<p>“The power and majesty of the sun is astounding. With a grace +and a gentleness beyond compare, he closes the door of night and greets +the waking world with a smile. And the man who can find pleasure +looking at the moon in a starry sky should be as happy as a king upon +his throne,” said Micus. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb296" +href="#pb296" name="pb296">296</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Kings,” said Padna, “are expensive ornaments, but +they are not always happy, if what we hear is true. And the only +difference between a king and an ordinary poor man, like one of +ourselves, is that we must pay for what we eat, whereas kings get paid +for eating, drinking, carousing, and doing what they please.”</p> +<p>“The real difference between a king and the common man is a +lot of brassy buttons, a high hat with an ostrich plume in it maybe, a +silver sword at his side, gold buckles on his shoes, and a few medals +on his breast,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“And what does a king want a sword for?” said Padna.</p> +<p>“You might as well ask me what do we want kings for, and why +they get so much for all the things they don’t do. And sure, you +wouldn’t know a king from any other man if you saw him in his +nightshirt. Kingship is the easiest of all professions and the hardest +of all trades, because once a man is a king he has no chance of getting +a rest until some one fires a bomb at his head or puts poison in his +tea,” said Micus. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb297" href= +"#pb297" name="pb297">297</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Well,” said Padna, “there is a compensation in +all things, and when a man is not fit for anything else, it is a good +job for him that he can be a king.”</p> +<p>“I suppose,” said Micus, “you never heard tell of +the King of Goulnaspurra?”</p> +<p>“I did not,” said Padna. “Who the blazes was +he?”</p> +<p>“He was a distant relation of my own on the wife’s side, +and so called because he was the best man in a town of two dozen +inhabitants,” said Micus.</p> +<p>“And what did he do for a living at all?” said +Padna.</p> +<p>“He was a mason by trade, and ’tis said that he built +more ditches than all the kings in Christendom put together, and there +wasn’t a better birdcatcher in the whole country than himself. +Well, after he had worked some forty years or more in all kinds of +weather, he found himself at last on the flat of his back in the +Poorhouse Hospital, and no better to look at than an old sweeping brush +worn to the stump and kept in <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb298" +href="#pb298" name="pb298">298</a>]</span>the back yard for beating the +dogs. And there he remained pining away like a snowball in the sun, +until one day the doctor, who wanted a little exercise and diversion, +approached him and ses: ‘Good morrow, Malachi, King of +Goulnaspurra,’ ses he.</p> +<p>“‘Good morrow kindly and good luck,’ ses Malachi. +‘What’s the best news to-day?’</p> +<p>“‘Oh,’ ses the doctor, ‘the poor are thought +as little about as ever, and the same friendly relations exist between +the clergy and the rich.’</p> +<p>“‘God forgive the clergy for their respectability. It +spoils some to make gentlemen of them,’ ses Malachi.</p> +<p>“‘That’s true,’ ses the doctor, ‘but +now as regards yourself, I want to tell you that you needn’t +worry about looking for a job any more, because you will either be +above with St. Patrick and his chums by this day week, or somewhere +else. It all depends on how you behaved yourself.’</p> +<p>“‘Won’t you take a chair and sit down for +awhile?’ ses Malachi. ‘That’s the first bit of +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb299" href="#pb299" name= +"pb299">299</a>]</span>strange news I have had since I heard that +England made the discovery that the most stupid thing she ever did was +to treat the Irish badly.’</p> +<p>“‘Thanks for your kind offer,’ ses the doctor, +‘but I am in a hurry to-day. I think that I prescribed arsenic +instead of olive oil for one of my patients in Tipperary last week. So +I must go and see how he is getting along, and if I don’t get +there in time to cure him inself, I’ll be in time for the +funeral, though ’tis against the rules of my profession to attend +the funerals of your patients, whether you are responsible or not for +their death. But ’tis all the same to us. We get paid +anyway.’</p> +<p>“‘Olive oil is good for the hair, I believe,’ ses +the King of Goulnaspurra, ‘and they say ’tis a cure for a +toothache also.’</p> +<p>“‘Olive oil is all right in its way,’ ses the +doctor, ‘but there’s nothing like a good drop of whiskey on +a cold night if you are not feeling well.’</p> +<p>“‘Now,’ ses Malachi, ‘with reference to that +little matter, I mean my journey to the land of <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb300" href="#pb300" name="pb300">300</a>]</span>the +mighty dead; all I can say is that ’tis better a man should die +when he is out of employment like myself, than die when he has a good +job. But as we must all die some time, there is no reason why we +shouldn’t emulate the ancient philosophers, when we are no more +use to ourselves or any one else, and shuffle off this mortal coil by +drinking our health, so to speak, in a glass of hemlock. Life, +anyway,’ ses he, ‘is a feast for some, a famine for others, +and a puzzle to all. Some think so little about it that they are dead +before they realize what has happened, and others don’t know that +they are alive at all until they are married. Howsomever,’ ses +he, ‘our own affairs are always interesting to ourselves, so I +must now make my will before I die.’ And then and there he asked +for pen, ink, and paper, and this is what he wrote:</p> +<div class="blockquote"> +<p class="first">“‘<i>I, Malachi, King of Goulnaspurra, +bequeath the hard earnings of years of trials and tribulations for the +purchase of a stained glass window with my name at the end of it, to be +placed in the village church so <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb301" +href="#pb301" name="pb301">301</a>]</span>that those who didn’t +give a traneen about me when I was alive, including the clergy +themselves, may think kindly of me when I am dead.</i></p> +<p>“‘<i>To my son and heir, Henry Joseph Michael John +Dorgan, Crown Prince of Goulnaspurra, I bequeath, in recognition of his +indifference to me while I lived, one shilling and sixpence, and the +Devil’s blessing which is commonly called the curse of Cromwell. +Besides, I am also desirous that he should inherit my bad temper, bad +habits, rheumatics, gout, and all the other hereditary complaints of +the family.</i></p> +<p>“‘<i>To my first cousin Padeen Dooley, the King of +Ballinadurraka, I bequeath my large hand trowel and hammer, and to the +Emperor of Japan I bequeath all my old clothes, either to be used by +himself after the invasion of his country by the suffragettes, or to be +placed in a museum with other kingly relics, after freedom of speech +has killed monarchy. To the clergy I bequeath an abundance of good +wishes to be distributed liberally among the poor, so that they may +thrive on them in the absence of anything better. To the needy people +of all nations, I bequeath <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb302" href= +"#pb302" name="pb302">302</a>]</span>the privileges of the army and +navy in times of war, and to everyone in general I bequeath all they +can get from their friends for nothing.</i>’</p> +</div> +<p>“And with that he laid down his pen, closed his eyes, and so +passed to the land of no returning Malachi Dorgan, King of +Goulnaspurra,” said Micus. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb303" +href="#pb303" name="pb303">303</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div class="back"> +<div class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first xd20e139"><i>By the author of<br> +“The Whale and the Grasshopper and Other Fables”</i></p> +<p class="xd20e3826">DUTY, and Other Irish Comedies</p> +<p class="xd20e139">By SEUMAS O’BRIEN</p> +<p class="xd20e3830">Frontispiece portrait. 12mo. $1.25 net.</p> +<hr class="tb"> +<p>The rich Irish humor and the delightful philosophy of Seumas +O’Brien are to be found in the five one-act comedies that make up +this volume just as they are ever present in his fiction. +“Duty,” which is probably the best known of his dramatic +work, was performed with great success by the Irish players during +their American tour in 1914. The others are entitled +“Magnanimity,” “Jurisprudence,” +“Retribution,” and “Matchmakers.” All of them +are notable for hilarious situations, clever character drawing, and +bright dialogue, some of it so delicious as to bear comparison with the +talk of Thomas Hardy’s country folk.</p> +<div class="blockquote"> +<p class="first">“In Seumas O’Brien I believe that America +has found a new humorist of popular sympathies, a rare observer and +philosopher whose very absurdities have a persuasive philosophy of +their own.”—<i>Edward J. O’Brien in the Boston +Transcript.</i></p> +</div> +<hr class="tb"> +<p class="xd20e139"><span class="sc">LITTLE, BROWN & CO., +Publishers</span></p> +<p class="xd20e3830">34 Beacon Street, Boston</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="transcribernote"> +<h2 class="main">Colophon</h2> +<h3 class="main">Availability</h3> +<p class="first">This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no +cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. 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