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he did, after he had filled his pockets with them, was to look if his mother's cabin was to the fore; and there surely it was, as snug as ever, with the same dacent column of smoke rowling from the chimbley. "Well," thought Jack, " I1I just stale over to the door-cheek and peep in to get one sight of my poor mother; then I '11 throw her in a handful of these guineas, and take to my scrapers." Accordingly, he stole up at a half-bend to the door, and was just going to take a peep in, when out comes the little dog, Trig, and begins to leap and fawn upon him, as if it would eat him. The mother, too, came running out to see what was the matter, when the dog made another spring up about Jack's neck, and gave his lips the slightest lick in the world with its tongue, the crathur was so glad to see him: the next minute Jack forgot the lady, as clone as if he had never seen her: but, if he forgot her, catch him at forgetting the money —not he, avick.'—that struck to him like pitch. When the mother saw who it was, she flew to him, and clasping her arms about his neck, hugged him till she wasn't worth three half-pence. After Jack sol awhile, he made trial to let her know what had happened to him, but he disremcmbered it all, except having the money in the rock, so he up and tould her that, and a glad woman she was to hert of his good fortune. Still he kept the place where the goold was to himself, having been often forbid by his mother ever to trust a woman with a secret when he could avoid it. Every body knows what changes the money makes, and Jack was no exception to this ould saying. In a few years he had built himself a fine castle, with three hundred and sixty-four windys in it, and he would have added another, to make one for every day in the year, only that would be equal to the number in the King's palace, and the Lord of the Black Rod would be sent to take his head off, it being high trason for a subject to have as many windys in his house as a King. However, Jack at any rate had enough of them; and he that couldn't be happy with three hundred and sixty-four, wouldn't deserve to have three hundred and sixty-five. Along with all this, he got coaches and carriages, and didn't get proud, like many another beggarly upstart, but took especial good care of his mother, whom he dressed in silks and satins, and gave her nice nourishing food, that was fit for an ould woman in her condition. He also got great tachers, men of deep larning, from Dublin, acquainted with all subjects; and, as his own abilities were very bright, he soon became a very great scholar, entirely, and was able, in the long run, to outdo all his tutherers. In this way he lived for some years—was now a man of great larning himself—could spake the seven langidgcs, and, it would delight your hearts to hear how high-flown and Englificd he could talk. All the world wondered where he got his wealth; but, as he was kind and
charitable to every one that stood in need of assistance, the people said, that wherever he got it, it couldn't be in better hands. At last he began to look about him for a wife, and the only one in that part of the country that was at all fit for him, was the Honourable Miss Bandbox, the daughter of a nobleman in the neighbourhood. She, indeed, flogged all the world for beauty; but it was said that she was proud and fond of wealth, though, God he knows, she had enough of that any how. Jack, however, saw none of this; for she was cunning enough to smile and simper, and look pleasant, whenever he'd come to her father's. Well, bedad, from one word, and one thing, to another, Jack thought it was best to make up to her at wanst, and try if she'd accept of him for a husband; accordingly he put the word to her, like a man, and she, making as if she was blushing, put her fan before her face, and made no answer. Jack, however, wasn't to be daunted; for he knew two things worth knowing, when a man goes to look for a wife: the first is—that " faint heart never won fair lady," and the second—that "silence gives consint;" he, therefore, spoke up to her in fine English, for it's he that knew how to spake now, and, after a little more fanning and blushing, by jingo, she consinted. Jack then broke the matter to her father, who was as fond of money as the daughter, and only wanted to grab at him for the wealth. When the match was a-making, says ould Bandbox to Jack, " Mr Magennis," says he, (for nobody called him Jack now but his mother)—" these two things you must comply with, if you marry my daughter, Miss Gripsy: You must send away your mother from about you, and pull down the cabin in which you and she used to live; Gripsy says that they would jog her memory consarning your low birth and former poverty; she's nervous and high spirited, MrMagennis, and declares upon her honour that she couldn't bear the thoughts of having the delicacy of her feeling offmded by these things." "Good morning to you both,"says Jack, like an honest fellow as he was, "if she doesn't marry me except on these conditions, give her my compliments, and tell her our courtship is at an end." But it wasn't long till they soon came out with another story, for before a week passed, they were very glad to get him on his own conditions. Jack was now as happy as the day was long—all things appointed for the wedding, and nothing awanting to make every thing to his heart's content but the wife, and her he was to have in less than no time. For a day or two before the wedding, there never was seen such grand preparations: bullocks, and hogs, and sheep were roasted whole—kegs of whiskey, both Roscrea and Innishowen barrels of ale and beer, were there in dozens. All descriptions of niceties, and wild-fowl, and fish from the say; and the dearest wine that could be bought with money, was got from the gentry and grand folks. Fiddlers, and pipers, and harpers, in short all kinds of music and musicianers played in shoals. Lords and ladies and squares of high degree—and, to crown the thing, there was open house for all comers.
At length the wedding day arrived; there was nothing but roasting and boiling; servants dressed in rich liveries ran about with joy and delight in their countenances, and white gloves and wedding favours on their hats and hands. To make a long story short, they were all seated in Jack's castle at the wedding breakfast, ready for the priest to marry them when they'd be done: for in them times people were never married until they had laid in a good foundation to carry them through the ceremony. Well, they were all seated round the table, the men dressed in the best of broad-cloth, and the ladies rustling in their silks and satins—their heads, necks, and arms hung round with jewels both rich and rare: but of all that were there that day, there wasn't the likes of the bride and bridegroom. As for him, nobody could think, at all at all, that he was ever any thing else than a born jintleman; and what was more to his credit, he had his kind ould mother sitting beside the bride, to tache her that an honest person, though poorly born, is company for a king. As soon as the breakfast was served up, they all set to, and maybe the various kinds of eatables did not pay for it; and amongst all this cutting and thrusting, no doubt but it was remarked, that the bride herself was behind hand wid none of them—that she took her dalin-trick without flinching, and made nothing else that a right fog meal of it; and small blame to her for that same, you persave.
When the breakfast was over, up gets Father Flanagan—out with his book, and on with his stole, to marry them. The bride and bridegroom went up to the end of the room, attended by their friends, and the rest of the company stood on each side of it, for you see they were too high bred, and knew their manners too well, to stand in a crowd like spalpeens. For all that there was many a sly look from the ladies to their bachelors, and many a titter among them, grand as they were; for to tell the truth, the best of them, begad, likes to see fun in the way, particularly of that sort. The priest himself was in as great a glee as any of them, only he kept it under, and well he might, for sure enough this marriage was nothing less than a ra-al wind-fall to him, and the parson that was to marry them after him —bekase you persave a Protestant and a Catholic must be married by both, otherwise it doesn't hould good in law. The parson was as grave as a mustard-pot, and Father Flanagan called the bride and bridegroom his childher, which was a big bounce for him to say the likes of, more betoken that neither of them was a drop's bloodto him. However, he pulled out the book, and was just beginning to buckle them, when in come's Jack's ould acquaintance, the smoking cur, as grave asever. The priest had just got through two or three words of Latin when thedog gives him a pluckby thesleeve; Father Flanagan of course turned round to see who it was that nudged him: " Behave yourself," says the dog to him, just as he peeped over his shoulder— "behave yourself," says he; and with that he sot him down on his hunkers beside the priest, and pulling a cigar, instead of a pipe, out of his pocket, he put it in his mouth and began to smoke for the bare life of him. And, by my own word, it's he that could smoke; at times he would shoot the smoke in a slender stream, like a knittingneedle, with a round curl at the one end of it, ever so far out of the right side of his mouth—then he would shoot it out of the left; and sometimes make it swirl out so beautifully from the middle of his lips!— why then, it's he that must have been the well-bred puppy all out, as far as smoaking went. "In the name of St Anthony, and of that holy nun, St Teresa," said his Reverence to him, "who or what are you, at all at all?" "Never mind that," says the dog, taking the cigar for a minute between his claws, "but if you wish particularly to know, I'm a thirty-second cousin of your own, by the mother's side." "I command you, in the name of all the saints," says Father Flanagan, " to disappear from among us, and never become visible to any one in this house again." "The divel a budge, at the present time, will I budge," says the dog to him, " until I see all sides rightified, and the rogues disappointed." Now one would be apt to think the appearance of a spaking dog might be after frightening the ladies; but doesn't all the world know that spakingpuppies are theirgreatest favourites. Instead of that, yousee, there was half a dozen of fierce looking whiskered fellows, and three or four half pay officers, that were nearer making offthan the ladies. But, besides the cigar, the dog had, upon this occasion, a pair of green spectacles acrass his face and through these, while he was spaking to Father Flanagan, he ogled all the ladies, one after another, and when his eye would light upon any that pleased him, he would kiss his paw to her, and wag his tail with the greatest politeness. "John,"says Father Flanagan to one of the servants, "bring me salt and water till I consecrate them to banish the devil, for he has appeared to us all during broad day light, in the shape of a dog." "You had better behave yourself, I say again," said the dog, "or if you make me spake, by my honour as a jintleman, I'll expose you; I say, you won't marry these two neither this nor any other day, and I'll give you my rasons presently; but I repate it, Father Flanagan, if you compel me to spake I'll make you look two ways at once. "I defy you, Satan," says the priest, "and if you don't take yourself away before the holy wather's made, I'll send you off in a flame of fiie." "Yes I'm trimbling,'' said the dog, "plenty of spirits you laid in your day, but it was in a place that's nearer us than the Red Sea, you did it; listen to me, though, for I don't wish to expose you, as Isaid ;" so he gets on his hind legs—puts his nose to the priest's ear, and whispers something to him that none of the rest could hear—all before the priest had time to know where he was. At any rate, whatever he said seemed to make his Reverence look double, though faiks, that wasn't hard to do, for he was as big as two common men. When the dog was done speaking, and had put his cigar in his mouth, the priest seemed tunderstruck, crossed himself, and was, no doubt of itin great perplexity. "I say, it's false," says Father Flanagan, striving to pluck up courage; "but you know you're a liar, and the father of liars." "As true as gospel, this bout, I tell you," says the dog, "and if it was all known how would you feel?" • " Wait till I make the holy wather," says the priest, " and if I don't cork you in a thumb bottle for this, I'm not here." "You're better at uncorking," says the dog—" better at relasing spirits than confining them." Just at this minnit, the whole company sees a gentleman galloping for the bare life of him, up to the hall door, and he dressed like an officer. In three jiffeys, he was down off his horse, and in among the company. The dog, as soon as he made his appearance, laid his claw as usual on his nose, and gave the bridegroom a wink, as much as to say "watch what'U happen." Now it was very odd that Jack, during all this ti me, remembered the dog very well, but could never once think of the darling that did so much for him. As soon, however, as the officer made his appearance, the bride seemed as if she would sink outright, and when he walked up to her, to ax what was the meaning of what he saw, why, down she drops at once—fainted clane. The gentleman then went up to Jack, and says, " Sir, was this lady about to be married to you?" "Sartinly," says Jack, "we were going to be yoked in the blessed and holy tackle of mathrimony;" or some high-flown words of that kind. "Well Sir," says the other back to him, " I can only say that she is solemnly sworn never to marry another man but me; that oath she tuck when I was joining my regiment before it went abroad, and if the ceremony of your marriage be performed, you will sleep with a perjured bride." Begad he did, plump before all their faces. Jack, of coorse, was struck all of a hape at this, but as he'd the bride in his arms, giving her a little sup of whiskey to bring her to, you persave, he couldn't make him an answer. However she soon came to herself, and on opening her eyes, "Oh hide me, hide me," says she, "for I can't bear to look on him 1" "He says you are his sworn bride, my darling," says Jack; "I am—I am," says she, covering her eyes and crjing away at the