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* Of gowns I had full half a 'score,

I thought the stock could never fail
Nice borders still to each I wore,
With flounces, a yard deep or more,

All gathering round the tail ;
And then I had my big straw bonnet,

That flapped and fluttered in the wind,
And there were heaps of ribands on it,
Tied
up
in knots of

every

kind:
I was a tidy girl to see,
My mistress took a pride in me.
• One evening I got leave to go,

Under the care of our old cook,
To see the showmen and the show,
And all the tents, at that strange fair
That's known and talked of every where-

The merry fair of Donnybrook:
That fair was then, as it is now,
The place for boozing and a row.

The cook and I dressed very fine, And we were to be home at nine.

We went-and heard the merryman,
And Mr. Punch, and Mr. Clown,

And I laughed loud at all they said,
I thought with laughing I'd drop down.
The
cook at last

to growl began, She talked of going home to

bed: But she was very, very dry, And, in good earnest, so was I ; She pointed to a great big tent, And off we both together went. We settled near a table's end, Where she by chance had found a friend; A sprightly pleasant nice young manGod rest his soul! 'twas John M'Cann. Oh! Heavens be with you, John M Cann! It's then you were a neat young manI neper, never can forget That pleasant evening when we met: The cook had known him in her range

Of friends; they talked of some they'd seen, And I, not willing to seem strange,

Dropped in at times a word between; And John he listened still to me,

And listened with so sweet a smile-
And his eyes looked so roguishly,

That I kept blushing all the while ;
Indeed I felt my cheeks quite hot,
But yet I didn't quit the spot.
• Now how it was I cannot

say, But he a liking took to me, For, as we moved to go away,

He turned and talked quite seriously;
Up did be get from off his seat,
And, as he stood upon his feet,
By the two hands he held ine fast,
And swore, before a month went past,

We man and wife should be ;

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The cook she laughed -I nothing said,
But tittered, and held down my head.
• And faith! before a month went by,

His words they turned out true,
For man and wife were John and í,
And

gay as any other two : A little gathering I had made,

A little more my mistress gave,
And John a cooper was by trade,

And every week a pound could save;
And at that time, as 'markets went,
A pound was not so quickly spent.
• A week before our wedding-day,

Poor John a little room had got ;
Our friends who saw it used to say

That none could wish a cozier spot : 'Twas two pair front, in Aungier Street,

Near where the coachmen have their standWhy should I boast ?-but, on my life, There was no struggling tradesman's wife,

In town or country through the land, Could show a place so neat ;

For lots of furniture we had,
Nice pictures too for every wall,

And I was proud, and John was glad,
To hear our taste admired by all :-
And then it was not very dear,
The rent was but five pounds a year.
• Oh! we were both so happy there!

And we grew happier every day;
Upon my mind there was no care-
The table for our meals was spread ;
When these were done some book I read,
Or sat, and sewed, as humour led,

While John at work was far away;
And then some friend that chance might bring

Sat with me, and we both talked on,
Sometimes of many a foolish thing ;

We prattled till the day was gone,
For I was giddy, young, and wild,
And simple as the simplest child.
* A woman lived next room-her name

Was Mistress Kitty Donohoe-
When first into the house I came

I often met her on the stairs,
But didn't like her showy airs ;
But she was sprightly company,
And forced her idle chat on me

For all that I could say or do:
On a child's errand she'd come in,
To get a needle or a pin,

Or ask what was the day about ;
And then she'd fret and blame the weather-

And sometimes slyly she'd pull out
A little flask of rum or gin,

And force me just to take a taste

Indeed I always drank in haste,
For still my mind was full of care
Lest John should come and get us there
Tippling away together-

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But fond of Mistress Donoboe,
And fonder of the drop, I grew.
Of visitors she had a train

Their names 'twould take an hour to tell;
There was Miss Mary-Anne Magrane,

And Mrs. Young and Mrs. Lawson,

And Mrs. Jones and Mrs. Dawson;
And Mrs. White, from Stocking Lane-
As good a soul as e'er broke bread;
At least, so Mrs. Lawson said;

I never knew the lady well,

But with her came Miss Jenny Beh,
And one whose name has left my head.
Miss Degan lurried from the Coombe,

And from the Rock ran Miss Devine-
Sometimes they over-thronged her room,

And then she showed them into mine:
Off went the bottle to the shop,
For all these “ladies' loved the drop.
* With this gay set quite great I grew,

And John's poor pound so tight was drawn,
That half the week it wouldn't

do,
And then I took his things to pawn.
Trick followed trick-ill brought on ill-

I saw not where my guilt began;
Misfortune to misfortune led

I had some little beauty still;
And, in a weak and wicked hour,
When money over me had power,
I vilely wronged my husband's bed-

Oh! I was false to John M.Cann.
• And this went on twelve

years
and

more;
A fit of illness came at last,
And then my conscience it was sorem

It keenly pained me for the past.
Oh! then that sickness just began,

Indeed I thought I should have died;
Poor John brought in a holy man,
Father Fitzhenry was his name,
And this old priest he often came

And prayed at any bed-side ;
'Twould do you good his face to see
He looked all peace and piety.
• To this good priest I told my

shame-
I told him of my sinful life;
He called me by my proper name

A wicked and a worthless wife.
Oh! the sad lesson that he gave!
Why, till I'm rotting in the grave,
I won't-I can't forget what then
He then spoke of—but through life again
My thoughts, my wishes, never ran
On
any

but on John M.Cann.
I promised before God in heaven

To leave my drinking too :-
I made the promise; but, when given,

I found it would not do.
Vol. 1.-No. 9.

3 F

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Oh! sir, I was but up and well,
When to the drop once more I fell !
My husband saw that all was gone,
And let me for a tiine go on :
Two growing boys were all we had,
And they in dirty rags were clad.
I pawned their clothes-! pawned my own-

I left poor John quite bare at last';
My figure as a show was shown-
(So

poor, so naked, I had grown)

'Twas shown as through the streets I passed ;
And many laughed this end to see
Of all my former finery.
• John bore as much as man could bear,

But got at last quite tired of me;
And, in mere madness and despair,

He bent his course across the sea :
He took my William in his care,

As good a son as son could be ;
For he was brought up to the trade,
And a smart hand he soon was made.
• Good workmen may go any where-

They settled at New York, 'tis said;
But they were not a twelvemonth there

When I got word that both were dead ;

I think at first some tears I shed
A tear or two I might let fall,
But the next naggin banished all.
• Poor naked Joe, my other child,

Among the blackguards took his round,
Till one fine morning, in the street,
By great good luck he chanced to meet
A Swaddling dame, all smooth and mild,

And in that dame a friend he found;
She took him home, and he was taught
To do as tidy servants ought;
For clothing he was at no costa

Or food-Oh! sir, I'd bless that dame-
But that my boy's poor soul is lost ;

For Joe, I tell it to his shame,
At once took to the holy plan-

A prim sly Swaddler he became;
And he could whine and wheedle so,
The servants called him, “ Holy Joe ;"
And, as he grew to be a man,

If any mentioned but iny name,
I'm told he'd redden at the same;
And still he shunned me when I'd call :
'Twas hard--but I deserved it all.
Well! to the worst at last I went-
I've begged for twenty years and more ;

Sometimes my heart has felt content,
And sometimes been both sad and sore :
Master! I'd be quite happy now,

If I to yonder shop could go ;-
I've but this penny left, I vow-

And that wont get the glass, you know..
Do, master dear!'- -I paused in vain,
I could not let her ask again.

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THE FATHER OF TIIS FORTESCUES. -CHAP. II. * Four or five years passed away and disobedient child: all he wanted quietly; the young lovers had found, was a decent opportunity for reconunder the friendly roof of Mr. For. ciliation: his pride or stubbornness tescue, the shelter and the peace would not allow him to make the which they desired. Two beautiful first overture-and it was not likely children, a boy and a girl, bore wit- to come soon from either of the ofness to their mutual fondness, and fenders, as they had already given up grew up in loveliness before thein. all hopes of altering his rugged and They had but little cause for un- unforgiving disposition easiness or dissatisfaction-the only - This loneliness, in the mean time, alloy, indeed, to their happiness, was preyed upon the old man's spirits-the continued stubbornness of Emily's his health was visibly iinpaired, and it father: he was still harsh and unfur- was not in the power of medicine to giving; he occasionally passed his effect its restoration ; he moped about daughter in the open road, even as his garden at home, or strayed abroad he would a stranger, without raising through the fields in the evening his eyes to look towards her. Even the latter he grew fond of visiting in the house of God, and the presence particular. He trod slowly over all of the ministers of religion, failed to the paths that his daughter Émily had affect him; he would meet her before been accustomed to range in-he rethe holy altar-he would tread on the sorted to all her favourite restingvery seat where they had been accus- places-and he often fancied that, if, tomed for years to kneel together; he met her there, he could find it in and, if she drew close to hiin, he his heart to clasp her to his bosom, turned round to avoid her. This and pronounce the words of forgivemood was cherished for years; he ness. In one of these evening rambles affected a sort of ill-disguised indiffer- he had wandered rather to a distance ence-he worked himself up to an from home-he had reached the fields appearance of apathy, which sat that border upon Clone, and beheld, strangely on him; the struggle, how- upon the other side of the Barm, the ever, was too palpable-Nature was picturesque ruins of Ferns, and the not to be trifled with : it was evident rich green vales of Crory: he turned from his looks and accidental ex- to a new path-crossed a broken pressions that he was sinking under stile--and entered a luxuriant little the burden of his own feelings—that meadow that lay close upon the lands he was drooping beneath utter loneli- of his neighbour, Mr. Fortescue. He ness: this of late becaine more ap- walked on through the rank high parent, and the change was easily ac- grass, and in a sheltered nook, under counted for; within the last year he had the bough of a broad hawthorn, he lost two of his dearest bosom cronies. found one of his lambs resting. It The state of the country, too, acted was a favourite-it lay with limbs outas a check upon the intercourse of stretched, and panting, as if tired by the neighbours--the seeds of rebellion soine recent sport or excitement : were moving throughout the land near it was an object still more remartial law had been generally pro- inarkable ;-a fine boy, apparently claimed; it extended to Ferns and about four or five years old, clad in its vicinity; and no being regretted a loose tartan frock, lay stretched its operation more fervently than with his hand across the neck of the Guinea Booker. His house had old farmer's dumb favourite-his fine been the gathering-place for idlers, forehead and yellow locks travellers, and story-tellers; and fanned by the evening breeze--and among these he passed many an easy, his left arm, which was stretched upon and inany a merry evening: their the grass, partly covered a bunch of occupation was gone--no idler dared newly-gathered cowslips. Old Booker after dusk to venture from his home; gazeil for a moment upon the scene and, in the midst of his gloominess that presented itselt before him-it and privation, the old man began to was one that was calculated io sooth long for the society of even his crring and to soften hin: he looked upon

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