Peter Connell, of the cross-roads, Merchant, on
one part--and of the soul of Mrs. Ellish Connell, now
in purgatory, Merchantess, on the other.
"I solemnly and meritoriously, and soberly swear, that
a single tumbler of whiskey punch shall not cross my
lips during the twenty-four hours of the day, barring
twelve, the locality of which is as followeth:
"Imprimis--Two tumblers at home, 2
Secundo--Two more ditto at my son Dan's, 2
Tertio--Two more ditto behind my own garden, 2
Quarto--One ditto at the Reverend Father Mulcahy's, 1
Quinto--Two more ditto at Frank M'Carroll s, of Kilclay, 2
Sexto--One ditto wid ould Bartle Gorman, of Cargah, 1
Septimo--Two more ditto wid honest Roger M'Gaugy, of Nurchasey, 2
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N.B.--Except in case any Docthor of Physic might
think it right and medical to ordher me more for my
health; or in case I could get Father Mulcahy to take
the oath off of me for a start, at a wedding, or a
christening, or at any other meeting of friends where
there's drink.
his
Peter X Connell.
mark.
Witness present,
Cornelius O'Flaherty, Philomath.
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