to it."
"Connor, achree," said his mother, "go to bed, an' instead of the advice
you got, ax God's; go, avillish!"
Connor, without making any further observation, sought his
sleeping-room, where, having recommended himself to God, in earnest
prayer, he lay revolving all that had occurred that night, until the
gentle influence of sleep at length drew him into oblivion.
"Now," said his mother to Fardorougha, when Connor had gone, "you must
sleep by yourself; for, as for me, my side I'll not stretch on the same
bed wid you to-night."
"Very well, I can't help that," said her husband; "all I can say is
this, that I'm not able to put sinse or prudence into you or Connor;
so, since you won't be guided by me, take your own coorse. Bodagh Buie's
very well able to provide for them--; an' if he won't do so before they
marry, why let Connor have nothing to say to her."
"I'll tell you what, Fardorougha, God wouldn't be in heaven, or you'll
get a cut heart yet, either through your son or your money; an' that it
may not be through my darlin' boy, O, grant, sweet Saver o' the earth,
this night! I'm goin' to sleep wid Biddy Casey, an' you'll find a clane
nightcap on the rail o' the bed; an', Fardorougha, afore you put it an,
kneel down an' pray to God to change your heart--for it wants it--it
wants it."
In Ireland the first object of a servant man, after entering the
employment of his master, is to put himself upon an amicable footing
with his fellow-servants of the other sex. Such a step, besides being
natural in itself, is often taken in consequence of the _esprit du
corps_ which prevails among persons of that class. Bartle Flanagan,
although he could not be said to act from any habit previously acquired
in service, went to work with all the tact and adroitness of a veteran.
The next morning, after having left the barn where he slept, he
contrived to throw himself in the way of Biddy Duggan, a girl, who,
though vain and simple, was at the same time conscientious and honest.
On passing from the barn to the kitchen, he noticed her returning from
the well with a pitcher of water in each hand, and as it is considered
an act of civil attention for the male servant, if not otherwise
employed, to assist the female in small, matters of the kind, so did
Flanagan, in his best manner and kindest voice, bid her good-morning and
offer to carry home the pitcher.
"It's the least I may do," said he, "now that I'm your fellow-servant;
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