Fardorougha, The Miser - The Works of William Carleton, Volume One by William Carleton
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"Sure, Fardorougha, the world won't be as much in your heart now, nor your temper so dark as it was." He made no reply; but, placing his other hand over his eyes, he sat in that posture for some minutes. On raising his head the tears were running as if involuntarily down his cheeks. "Honora," said he, "I'll go out for a little--you can tell Mary Moan where anything's to be had--let them all be trated so as that they don't take too much--and, Mary Moan, you won't be forgotten." He then passed out, and did not appear for upwards of an hour, nor could any one of them tell where he had been. "Well," said Honora, after he had left the room, "we're now married near fourteen years; and until this night I never see him shed a tear." "But sure, acushla, if anything can touch a father's heart, the sight of his first child will. Now keep yourself aisy, avourneen, and tell me where the whiskey an' anything else that may be a wantin' is, till I give these crathurs of sarvints a dhrop of something to comfort thim." At this time, however, Mrs. Donovan's mother and two sisters, who had some hours previously been sent for, just arrived, a circumstance which once more touched the newly awakened chord of the mother's heart, and gave her that confidence which the presence of "one's own blood," as the people expressed it, always communicates upon such occasions. After having kissed and admired the babe, and bedewed its face with the warm tears of affection, they piously knelt down, as is the custom among most |
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