Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1873-04-18

them ALL
Darby stood aghast on hearing this an
nouncement. M
"Arrah do you tell me so9" he earnestly
inquired. "An' will your honor please to
tell me will there be many sent here from
the parish o. Killsheridan--becas that's
my parish, an I'd wish TO know what'll
become OF the ovid neighborsPv
"Tarnation to the one among them but
they'll be here" returned the supposed
imp, gravely; mot one from Jack Nc
Carly, tho rich-maal man, down to Owen
Malone, the blind beggar.man."
"Och, muther in Irish" calculated
Darby. "Can that be thrueS an do you
tell me that Phil. Mahony that | was
drinkin' with in Johnny Hannigan's the
night died, that he'll be sent down
hereY"
"Not doubt of it,o replied his in
formant
"Well, afther all ~ went on Darby, com
muning with his own thoughts; III wish
poor Phil so well that / can't be much
sorry for his comm here, becase know
he loves q good glass, and so if they only
get some way to land him here in safety,
why, myselfll be the first to welcome
him"
When our friend Micky and his com
panlohs had sufficiently enjoyed their
| practical joke on poor Darby, they piled
that worthy disciple of Orpheus with the
| contents of the black bottle, until he re-
| lapsed into the state of unconsciousness
in which they had found him; where
upon they placed him again in the bucket,
and having hoistcd him up once more
into open day, deposited him with his
| pipes in the selfsame spot wherein he had
| first attracted their attention. 1t was then
drawing towards evening, 30 that Darby
had every chance TO pass the night where
he had spent the previous one. Alas
poor Darby His lodging was on the
cold ground"
1t was late next morning when Darby
awoke, and as II was then Sunday, the
people were hurrying In crowds from
every direction towards the parish chapel
Darby shook himself up, and without
! having any definite end or object in view,
| determined to follow the general example
The sight of the chapel (which name is
| applied, in Ireland, to the temples of the
Roman Catholics and Dissenters, the term
Church being reserved for those of the
Establishment) recalled Darby's wander
| ing ideas; and, entering with the multi.
tude, he found the priest engaged in per
| forming divine service. At its conclusion
| tilS pIltSJ luIuCu 10 duuTeSS HIS COngTtgh-
| ton. If neither endowed with grace of
manner or eloquence of speech, the cer-
gyman of whom we speak was man of
dignitied demeanor-hc had pale, thin
countenance, shaded on the temples by
few scattered locks of snowy hair, and his
whole appearance was rather impressive
He was heard, of course, with respectful
attention, merely interrupted from time TO
time las is usual in country chapels in Ire
land) by various exclamatiOns of admira-
tion, of fear, or of horror as the subject
varied. Now it was "Och och och"
then again "Oh! wirra, wirram and still
oitener, that singular sound heard only (at
least | think SOL in an Irish congregation,
and which can scarcely be expressed by
written characters, being produced by
striking the tongue quickly and repeated.
ly against the palate of the mouth. There
are few sermons in which, in one portion
or another, tile terrors of hell are not held
up as a menace before the unrepentant sin.
ner and the priest in question having
found 1t necessary to enlarge on the sub
ject, concluded by saying:
"Oh! my brethren, have ever before
your eyes the fear of that place Of great
torment where there is naught but weep
ing and waiing and gnashng of teeth
where"
Here he was interrupted by voice from
the body of the church
''Ji ist stop there now, Father Felix, for
you've gone far enough. Now I'm listen.
in to you of an on these twenty years, an
| often had my doubts about what you
tould us about Heaven an hell, an all
them things, but now | know you're not
sayin' the things that's true, becase I'm
only jist come from the place below, an /
tell you to your face that | never was bet
ther threated in my life. Divl dacenter
set o. people ever / seen than the very
same divils-faith they thrated myself like
lord. So, if you were the priest over
again, you should mention them with re.
spect, for it's myself can tell you that they
deserve it. An another thing, Father
Felix, | wish you may have no worse luck
than to go there when you die!-and so,
the back of my hand to you, for I'm en-
tirely ashamed of you, for backbitin' the
dacent people in the low country"
Whereupon honest Darby (for it was
himself), marched off with a most majestic
air leaving priest and people alike bewil-
dered, but one and all under the impress
sion that the poor piper had lost his
senses.
The worthy individual however, if Graz
ed he was, had at least method in his
madness"-for on leaving the chapel, he
proceeded to take his station on high
wall, so as to command the attention of ali
who should pass. He had not been long
on his AIRY perch" when the cOngrega
tion began TO issue from the church, and
as all were alike desirous to hear still
more of Darby's rawlings as they deemed
them, he had, in the course of few
minutes, great part of the population Of
the parish assembled as his auditors.
Giiauoa prnvaila1 fnr fa,,. mi
during which the people awaited Darby's
address, while he, on his part, was leisure
ly engaged in looking out amongst the
crowd for some particular person At
length voice called out:
"Arrah then, Darby a-hager, tell us
what news from the place we won't men
tion?-you know it yourself"
"Musha, then boys but it's myself has
the great news entirely for yees all. Sure
the day o. judgment is close at hand, an
becase the place below was too confined
for all that's expected there, why they're
all hard at work maxim room for the com
panyn
"Musha no, then, Darby Is that
thrue!"
"FaiX it is every word thrue as thruth,
an sure they tould me below there that
the sorra a man, woman or child in the
whole parish, but what'ill be sent down !
Now maybe y6es think this bad news, but
can tell you that it'll be the best and !
happy day that they'll let you in, for onst |
yees get there, yees ill never want good |
glass or a males mate"
Its thrue for you, Darby aStere," re-
turned wag in the crowd. "The good |
glass or the good males mate ill be but |
little cOnsarn to u.s."
"Arrah then, Paddy Phillips! sure l |
know well enough what you name with
your iibin', an that's all you're good for,
sure the world and Garrett Reilly knows
that's An in troth it's a pity such lazy
good for nothin' fellow as you, id be sent |
to sich dacent place, but / suppose it |
can't be helped But did any o. yees see
Phil. Mahony, or was he at mass the |
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