It's thrue I dhrink
a great dale; but thin I can bear a great dale, so that I'm never
incapable."
"Connell," said the lady, "you will break down your constitution, and
bring yourself to an earlier death than you would otherwise meet."
"I care very little, indeed, how soon I was dead, not makin' you, Ma'am,
an ill answer."
"Oh fie, Connell, for you, a sensible man and a Christian, to talk in
such a manner!"
"Throth, thin, I don't, Ma'am. She's gone, an' I'd be glad to folly her
as soon as I could. Yes, asthore, you're departed from me! an' now
I'm gone asthray--out o' the right an' out o' the good! Oh, Ma'am," he
proceeded, whilst the tears rolled fast down his cheeks, "if you knew
her--her last words, too--Oh, she was--she was--but where's the use o'
sayin' what she was?--I beg your pardon, Ma'am,--your honor, sir, 'ill
forgive my want o' manners, sure I know it's bad breedin', but I can't
help it."
"Well, promise," said his landlord, "to give up drink. Indeed, I wish
you would take an oath against it: you are a conscientious man, and
I know would keep it, otherwise I should not propose it, for I
discountenance such oaths generally. Will you promise me this, Connell?"
"I'll promise to think of it, your honor,--aginst takin' a sartin
quantity, at any rate.
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