The Irish standard., 1886-07-10

uOL even cAccpt1AS touI o"A Dtsiuo,
Scott, Tannahill, and all the rests
81 never trouble myself much aboot
such trihes,' responded Henshaw. 81
leave them to the boys and girls"
'sI wish to goodness he would,' NUT
tered Uncle Jerry, looking al the priest.
'sJust So replied the latter; t'and if
he only knew himself well enough, he
would. Ne sutor ultra crepidam.''
':Hilloa! what are you doing there
| Mr.. Guirkie?'' exclaimed Kate; ''chat-
ting away with Father John, and I all
alone with this great reviewer, trying to
preserve my countrymen from utter an
nihilation; come to the rescue, or he'll
not leave us one OF them; all, forsootll,
because they happened to be Protest
ants"
"What,s the matter?'' inquired the
priest, looking over his shoulder.
"Why, he's actually making naince
meat OF all our celebrities. He has
come down now as IA, as Burke, and is
cutting him up at such a rate that moth
ing will be left Of him, isy and by, but
the bones.
f:trhe priest threw his legs across, and
pulled down his waistcoat with a jerk,
but said nothing i'll reply.
'sYou're growing angry said Uncle
Jerry
"No, Tn not angry, I'm too well ac-
custonled to him for that
! s'Poor Kate's as mad as O halter: look
how she shakes her curls at him! The
man might try to be little more court
eous, think"
"Were he in any other place but Cas-
tie Gregory, he wouldn't come off SO
easily, I assure you,' responded the
priest.
'sThere now" cried Kate, running
away froa ner antagonist, and hingirg
herself down beside Uncle Jerry on the
sofa: 81 shan'5 dispute another SYLLABLE
with hin--Le has no mercy at all. ETe
opens his great hroadsides On every one
indiscrlmpately, and goes firing away at
YOU, all the time, his ponderous logic.
( never met so tremendous q Catholic as
Dr.. Hensl1aw. He has murdered me
orlt and out.''
"And why did you continue it so
long?"
s'What could I do? Am l TO be chal-
lenged at my own 6reside, and by a
stranger, 100, and not fight? 0, could I
only get him once aboard the Water
Hen, with stiff breeze from the south
ard, or on Mol Pitchers Back for a
mornings heathing, if wouldn't have
my revenge, no matter
"And SO you have surrendered at last,
Kate said the priest, walking ovor to
the sofa, and tapping his snuff box on
the lid.
cot course have; how could I under
stand all the theories, the PHILOSOPHERS,
the systems into which he dragged me?
If be only could talk as other men do,
and On subject that girls like me are
generally acquainted with, / might do
we'll enough; but not 81 thing can you say
but he reduces to logic in minute, and
measures it by some one of his new
theories, as haberdasher measures his
tape"
''He don't give you latitude enough,
Kate,'' said the priest, taking pinch.
"No, he holds you Ikea vice, and then
SO bewilders you with his newly-import-
cd principles and methods, and so on,
that you don't know what you're saying.
But, Father John, could you guess how
he accounts for the decay of nations?"
60, ho! the decay of nations, no less"
Eyes, indeed--a subject I know as
much about RS old Thomas here. Thorn
as, tell Aunt Willoughby Father John
wants to see her.
"Well, let us hear how he accounts for
it,
"Why, sir, he accounts for the decay
Of nations generally, and of the Irish na-
ton in particular, by the laws that reg
1late the circulation OF matter"
cha, ba! Go, you mad creature said
The priest, again slapping her on the
cheek; "you are making him worse than
he is.''
''It's q positive fact, sir" persisted
Kate. t'He says, rs the world is devel-
oped, the attractive power Of new coun-
;ries become greater than those of the
old, and carry away their weaker neigh
oors, though the atmosphere, more than
heir share of animal and vegetable
ife'"
tsHa, hn, hal" laughed Uncle Jerry,
quitting the sofa, and bobbinS the skirts
no and down the room. Ha, ba! the.
nan is fit for the mad house. I declare!
account for the decay Of nations by laws
the circulation Of matter. 0,
he Lord be about us-wha, IS the world
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