Tales from Many Sources / Vol. V

ken, it was on a Friday; but, for all that, there was plenty of mate; for the Pope gev himself a

r, taking their sup together, says the Pope, says he, "Thomaus"-for the Pope, you know, spakes that away, al

"Be my sowl," says he, "if I put your Holiness undh

y; and ov coorse they knewn all the ins and outs of the conthravarsy at Room. "Faix, Thomaus," says he, smiling across the t

to thry?" says

r bottle ov wine's betuxt this and Salamancha, nor's there fornenst

l could," sa

, "sure and here's the best ov g

says his Riv'rence, "I would prefir some hot wather and

says the Pope to his head butler, "

a dhrop ov the native in your cellar? Sure it's all one throuble," says he, "an

says he, "that it isn't in my power to plase you; for I'm sure and certaint that the

says he, "of the real stuff," says he, hauling out an imperi'l quart bottle out ov his coat-pocket; "that never seen the face of a gauger," says he, setting it down on the table fornenst the Pope

rd to wet more nor his own heretical whistle. That may be the way wid them that you wisit in Leithrim," says he, "and in Roscommon; and I'd let you know the differ in the prisint case," says he, "only that you're a champion ov the Church and entitled to laniency. So," says he, "as the liquor's come, let it stay. And in throth I'm curis myself," says he, getting mighty soft when he fo

his goolden muddler-for everything at the Pope's table, to the very shcrew for drawing the corks, was ov vargin goold-"if I might make bould," says he, "to spake on so deep a sub

the Pope, in a much more condescinding way nor you'd have

r dispinsed them chymicals," says he, "I'll just make bould to lay down o

hat?" say

nd then put in the sugar; and remember, every dhro

ng his lips. "I never knewn what dhrink was afore," says he. "It bates the Lachrymalchrystal out ov the face!"

especially," says he, "as, for fear ov accidents, I tuck the liberty of fetching the fellow ov that small vesshel," sa

faix," says he, "I'm bent on analizing the metaphwysics ov this phinomen

your Holiness," says he, "I'd dhrink wid you ti

econimy and your hydherastatics! What the dioul use has a poor hedge-master like me wid sich deep larning as is only fit for the likes ov them two that I left over their second tumbler? Howandiver, wishing I was like th