art is to full to bear
ill-will against any livin' sowl, let alone a man that I know to be
sound at the heart, in spite of all that has come between us--I say,
Darby, I forgive you, and I expect pardon for my share of the offence.
There's the hand of an honest man--let us be as neighbors ought to be,
and not divided into parties and factions against one another, as we
have been too long. Take your dinner wid us to-day, and let us hear no
more about ill-will and unkindness."

"Denis," said his friend, "it ill becomes you to spake first. 'Tis I
that ought to do that, and to do it long ago too; but you see, somehow,
so long as it was to be decided by blows between the families, I'd never
give in. Not but that I might do so, but my sons, Denis, wouldn't hear
of it. Throth, I'm glad of this, and so will they too; for only for the
honor and glory of houldin' out, we might be all friends through
other long ago. And I'll tell you what, we couldn't do better, the
two factions of us, nor join and thrash them Haigneys that always put
between us."

"No, Darby, I tell you, I bear no ill-will, no bad thoughts agin any
born Christian this day, and I won't hear of that. Come to us about five
o'clock: we're to have Father Finnerty, and Father Molony, his curate:
all friends, man, all friends; and Denny, God guard him this day, will
be home, afther passin' the Bishop, about four o'clock."

"I always thought that gorsoon would come to somethin'. Why it was
wondherful how he used to discoorse upon the chapel-green, yourself and
himself: but he soon left you behind. And how he sealed up poor ould
Dixon, the parish dark's mouth, at Barny Boccagh's wake. God rest his
soul! It was talkin' about the Protestant church they wor. 'Why,' said
Misther Denis, 'you ould termagent, can you tell me who first discovered
your church?' The dotin' ould crathur began of hummin', and hawin',
and advisin' the boy to have more sense. 'Come,' said he, 'you ould
canticle, can you answer? But for fear you can't, I'll answer for you.
It was the divil discovered it, one fine mornin' that he went out to get
an appetite, bein' in delicate health.' Why, Denis, you'd tie all that
wor present wid a rotten sthraw."

"Darby, I ax your pardon over agin for what came between us; and I see
now betther than I did, that the fault of it was more mine nor yours.
You'll be down surely about five o'clock?"

"I must go and take this beard off o' me, and clane myself; and I may