Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1861-11-14
WOODSTOCK, W., NOV. IA, 1861

lite bell to ring, hurt nor harm cant come TO
him.,
'Arrah be aisy'
'Divl a lie in it,
Maybe it's blessed bell said O'R.irdon,
crossing himself
No, it's not blessed bell
why thin now do you think me stitch a born
natural to give in to that as if the rngin' iv
bell, barrin' it was blessed bell, could do
the like. | tell you it 5 impossible.
'Ah, nothin' S impossible to Cod
Sure was MT dehyin that; but ! say the
bell is impossible
Why said o Sullivan, "you see he s not
altogether complate in the demonstheration O.
the machine it is not by the rugin O. the bell
it is done, but
But what I! broke in O'Rerdon impatentv,
do you mean for to say there is bell in it at
all at all 7
Yes | do,' said O'Suivan.
i towld you So, said the promulgator of the
story.
Aye said O'Sullvan, but it is not by the
ringn' iv the bell it is DONE
We'll, how is it done thin p said the other,
with half offended haIEsupcrciIious air.
1T is done said D Sullivan, as he returned
the look, with interest, it is done inlrely by
jommethry.
'Oh! | undhcrstan' it now, said ORerdon,
with an inimitable affectation of comprehension
in the Oh but to talk of the ringln' iv a bell
doin' the like is beyanl the beyauts iutirely,
barrin', as said before, it was blessed bell
glory be to God "
"And so you tell me, sir, it is jommcthry,
said the twice disccmfited man Of science.
Yes, sir. said O'Sullivun, with aa air of trl
umph, which rose in propoton as he saw he car
ried the listeners along with jommethry,
well, have it your own way There them
what won't hear rayson sometimes, nor have be-
lief in larnin' and you may say it S jommethry
if you plaze; but heerd them that knows bet
ther than iver you knew say
'Wh>ht, whisht aud bad cess to you both,
said o Rerdon, what the dickens are viz goin'
10 fight about now, and stitch good liquor before
yiz? HliIo! there, Mrs. Quigy briug uz an
other q; ;art i you plaze; aye, that's the cha,
another quart, Augh yiz may talk till you're
black in the face about your inventions, and
your staymers, and bel! riugn' and CASH ami
railroads but here's long life aud success to
the man tina, inviuIed the mpairil GmperiaI)
quart that was the rail beautiful inyintion'-
an he took long phil at the repenshed veS-
sci, which strongly Indicated that The increase
uf its dimensions was very agreeable measure
to such as Barny.
Alter The Introduction ofthis and other quarts
1t would not be an easy matter to pursue the
conversation that followed Let us therefore
transfer our story TO the succeeding mornint
when Bnrny o Reirdon strolled forth from his
cottage, rather later than usual, with his eyes
bearing eyewitness to the course Of the proceed
ing night. He had not u headache, bowever !;
whether it was that Barny was TOO experienced
a campagner under The banners of B@cchus, or
that Mrs, Quigry's boast was JUS, one. namely
that of all the drink in her house. there was n t
a headache in a hog,head Of it, we cannot de-
termine, bnt we rather incline to the strength
Of Barnys head.
The above quoted declaration of Mrs Qnigley
is the favorite inducement held out by every
boon companion in Ireland at the head of his
own table. 'Dvn't be afraid of it. my boys! it's
the right sort. There's not headache in a
hogshead Of it,
This sentiment has been verv scducivey
rendered by Moore, with the most perfect un-
consciousness on his par, of the likeness he was
ustiuting Who does not remember
Friend ofmy SOUL this goblet SIP.
Il will chase the pensiye tear;
T is not so sweet as womans lip,
But oh, It's more sincere.
Like her deus We beam,
r will steal away the mind.
Bu'. like affections dream,
1t leaves sting behind.
Is not this very elegantly saying there's not a
headache in a hogshcad of it g But we are for
getting our story all this limc.
Bnrny sauntered about in the sun, at which
he often looked up, under the shelter of COM
pressed bushy brows and long-lashed eyeIids
and shadowDg hand across his forehead, to
see what time O. day il was. and from the fire.
quency of this action it was evident the day
was hanging heavily with Barny He retired
al last to sunny nook in neighhoring field
and, stretching himself at fall length he basked
in the sun, aud began TO chew the cud of swee,
and bitter thought He first reflected on his
own undou5ted weight in his little community,
ouI SAlil nC COu'u uoe Sct wei 'he duHO(uHCc VI
the preceding night, arising from his being
silcnced dy O'SulIivan, "A chap as he said him.
self, that lift the pace fonr years agop. brat
iv a boy, and to think iv his comm back and
outdJn' his elders that saw him runnin' about
the lace, gaSsoon, tina, one could tache few
months b,forc;' i was too bad. Barny saw
his reputation was in a tickI;sh position, and
began to consider how his disgrace could be re-
triev"d. The very name Of FInga was hateful
to him; it was plagae spot on his peace that
fe-tercd there incurabIy He first thought of
leaving Kinsale altogether; hut flight implied
SO much of defeat, that he did not long indulge
in that notion No; he ~ouu stay in spite
Of all the O'Sulvan's, kith aud kin, breed,
seed, aud aen"ration.' Bnt at rhe same time
he knew he shonld never heIr 'he end of that
hateful place, Fi"gal; and it Barny had had
the power, he would have enacted "a penal stat.