Valentine M'Clutchy, the Irish Agent (Volume 3); Or, Chronicles of the Castle Cumber Property (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1845. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XXVIII. SOLOMON SUFFERS A LITTLE RETRIBUTION REQUESTS WIDOW LENEHAN TO "WRESTLE" FOR HIM DEAKER's DEATH-BED DIES LOYALLY WHISTLING THE BOYNE WATER. The conversation had proceeded thus far, when Lanty Gorman, already spoken of, knocked at the door, and asked to see Mr. M'Clutchy. Val went to the hall. "Well, Lanty, what's the matter?--how is your master V "Plaise your honour," said the lad, "I think you ought to go to him; he's at the last gasp, Sir; if you'd see the way his face is, and his eyes." "He is worse, then?" "I don't think it's so much sickness, Sir, as--" "As what?" "As the liquor, your honour; he's at the Glorious Memory, Sir, till he's nearly off; he thinks it's the Boyne wather he's drinkin' it in, Sir, otherwise I don't b'lieve he'd take so much of it. Sheemus a Cocka and the cart's in the yard, Sir; Darby said you wanted them." "Take Sheemus a Cocky to h--, Sir," said Phil, "we don't want Mm--he's a kind of papist; take him away to h--out of this." "I can only take him to the gates, Sir; unfortunately there's no entrance there for a Papish, Captain Phil; if we could only get him to turn Protestant, Sir, it's himself 'ud get the warm welcome. But," he proceeded, addressing Val, "wouldn't it be a charity, Sir, to go over and see the state he's in; Tom Corbet, the butler, says it's a burnin' sin and shame to look at him, widout any one near him but that vagabone, Miss Fuzzle, an' he dyin' like a dog." "I shall be there immediately," replied Val. "Bring the ass home again; we do not want him. Now, Phil," he proceeded, "I shall ride over to see how matters are going on; and in the mean time I think it would be well to get Hanlon, and those other two who were out with Darby for his protection--for the fellow pretends to be afraid, and ca...