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Chapter Ix.
It so happened , that on his return home his guest had disappeared . The freshness ofthe day and the loneliness of his situation , had tempted him beyond the limits of the small demesne ; and when , in the evening , again they met , they were mutually so occupied in the civilities ofthe table , as to allow no reference to escape them as to the wished-t ' or exposition . The reading-room , next morning , was once more the platform for a fresh rhetorical exhibition ; at the close of which , Thurlogh recollecting that he had debt of candour
a , at all events , to perform to his benefactor in giving an answer to the question which he had put him on the day before , turns suddenly around , and bespeaks his attention as follows : — " Before I reply , sir , to the question which you were pleased to propose yesterday , I will readily declare that I very much apprehend , that a sense of oppression and wrong may have given impulse to the warmth witli which I delivered myself upon the occasion . Deprived by adversity of the rights which I should inherit , independently altogether of those ivhich were swept
away from me in my forefathers . I now go adventuring for a new road to fame ; and ill the ascent of the bidder have all the difficulties to encounter arising from want of experience , want of interest , want of friendship , and want of wealth . My name , sir , since you have expressed a wish to ascertain it , is Thurlogh ; son to , of the house of O . ou the one side , and to , of the house of Mac . on the other . " " Thurlogh ! " repeated O'Sullivan , " Thurlogh ! the son of ¦ . Is it possible ? Heavens ! thanks ! praise ! ! forgiveness ! Am I not the
mercy most favoured of mortals in having under my roof , at this very hour , the son of my early friend , the true Milesian , the hist of the Romans ! AVell did I know him , when , in the storm of public broils , ive ran our career of school discipline together—sharing in the same sports , and partaking ofthe same recreations ; and though diversified avocations of life made us diverge as we grew up , never did I lose remembrance of the happy interval of Our
boyhood , nor shut my mind to the affection with which I venerated his worth . Oh ! the vigour of my youth returns fresh through my veins on beholding before me the son of my school companion ' , the adviser and promoter of" the most sterling of my early joys ! But how is he ? tell me—aud bow does he enjoy his old age ?" The contentions , above alluded to , were those which we have before noticed as arising upon the expulsion of the House of Stuart from the . British throne : and which , sanguinary tis they were , and in their
consequences fatal to many of the ancestors of Thurlogh's name , were yet studiously concealed and kept from his know-ledge by his father , lest that air of chivalry which distinguished every thing about the Pretender , and that sympathy with his fortunes which endeared him to every noble inind , should excite an imagination already too susceptible , and superinduce , perhaps , delirium where there was no prospect but despair . O'Sullivan observed , "that , notwithstanding her own distresses , Ireland could not withhold either her sympathy or her support to repress encroachment in any instance ; but , least of all , in one where the issue of
the combat was so identified with , ami likely to determine her own . ISut these ebullitions have to me long since lost their charms , and my province now is more tranquil to preach ' Glory to Uod on high , and on earth peace , good will to men . '" " No one , sir , can gainsay the philosophy of the observation ; nor withhold the homage of his approval from the wisdom of your choice . But who , that has any regard for the common order of society , could brook the brutalization of the human form and mindbmaking it a crime in the followers
, y of a specific creed to evince even a desire to cultivate their understandings , to frequent au academy or have in their possession a single book ? " Our language , too , the sweet repository of our thoughts , the burning vehicle of our affections , those blind tests of a blinder policy , would fain obliterate by intercepting its resources , and attaching obloquy and disgrace to its study and its professors ! A jargon they would call it . A jargon !
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Chapter Ix.
It so happened , that on his return home his guest had disappeared . The freshness ofthe day and the loneliness of his situation , had tempted him beyond the limits of the small demesne ; and when , in the evening , again they met , they were mutually so occupied in the civilities ofthe table , as to allow no reference to escape them as to the wished-t ' or exposition . The reading-room , next morning , was once more the platform for a fresh rhetorical exhibition ; at the close of which , Thurlogh recollecting that he had debt of candour
a , at all events , to perform to his benefactor in giving an answer to the question which he had put him on the day before , turns suddenly around , and bespeaks his attention as follows : — " Before I reply , sir , to the question which you were pleased to propose yesterday , I will readily declare that I very much apprehend , that a sense of oppression and wrong may have given impulse to the warmth witli which I delivered myself upon the occasion . Deprived by adversity of the rights which I should inherit , independently altogether of those ivhich were swept
away from me in my forefathers . I now go adventuring for a new road to fame ; and ill the ascent of the bidder have all the difficulties to encounter arising from want of experience , want of interest , want of friendship , and want of wealth . My name , sir , since you have expressed a wish to ascertain it , is Thurlogh ; son to , of the house of O . ou the one side , and to , of the house of Mac . on the other . " " Thurlogh ! " repeated O'Sullivan , " Thurlogh ! the son of ¦ . Is it possible ? Heavens ! thanks ! praise ! ! forgiveness ! Am I not the
mercy most favoured of mortals in having under my roof , at this very hour , the son of my early friend , the true Milesian , the hist of the Romans ! AVell did I know him , when , in the storm of public broils , ive ran our career of school discipline together—sharing in the same sports , and partaking ofthe same recreations ; and though diversified avocations of life made us diverge as we grew up , never did I lose remembrance of the happy interval of Our
boyhood , nor shut my mind to the affection with which I venerated his worth . Oh ! the vigour of my youth returns fresh through my veins on beholding before me the son of my school companion ' , the adviser and promoter of" the most sterling of my early joys ! But how is he ? tell me—aud bow does he enjoy his old age ?" The contentions , above alluded to , were those which we have before noticed as arising upon the expulsion of the House of Stuart from the . British throne : and which , sanguinary tis they were , and in their
consequences fatal to many of the ancestors of Thurlogh's name , were yet studiously concealed and kept from his know-ledge by his father , lest that air of chivalry which distinguished every thing about the Pretender , and that sympathy with his fortunes which endeared him to every noble inind , should excite an imagination already too susceptible , and superinduce , perhaps , delirium where there was no prospect but despair . O'Sullivan observed , "that , notwithstanding her own distresses , Ireland could not withhold either her sympathy or her support to repress encroachment in any instance ; but , least of all , in one where the issue of
the combat was so identified with , ami likely to determine her own . ISut these ebullitions have to me long since lost their charms , and my province now is more tranquil to preach ' Glory to Uod on high , and on earth peace , good will to men . '" " No one , sir , can gainsay the philosophy of the observation ; nor withhold the homage of his approval from the wisdom of your choice . But who , that has any regard for the common order of society , could brook the brutalization of the human form and mindbmaking it a crime in the followers
, y of a specific creed to evince even a desire to cultivate their understandings , to frequent au academy or have in their possession a single book ? " Our language , too , the sweet repository of our thoughts , the burning vehicle of our affections , those blind tests of a blinder policy , would fain obliterate by intercepting its resources , and attaching obloquy and disgrace to its study and its professors ! A jargon they would call it . A jargon !