castle rackrent-第6章

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eal　punishment　of　vice。　　That　the　great　are　not　as　happy　as　they　seem；　that　the　external　circumstances　of　fortune　and　rank　do　not　constitute　felicity；　is　asserted　by　every　moralist：　　the　historian　can　seldom；　consistently　with　his　dignity；　pause　to　illustrate　this　truth；　it　is　therefore　to　the　biographer　we　must　have　recourse。　　After　we　have　beheld　splendid　characters　playing　their　parts　on　the　great　theatre　of　the　world；　with　all　the　advantages　of　stage　effect　and　decoration；　we　anxiously　beg　to　be　admitted　behind　the　scenes；　that　we　may　take　a　nearer　view　of　the　actors　and　actresses。

Some　may　perhaps　imagine　that　the　value　of　biography　depends　upon　the　judgment　and　taste　of　the　biographer；　but　on　the　contrary　it　may　be　maintained；　that　the　merits　of　a　biographer　are　inversely　as　the　extent　of　his　intellectual　powers　and　of　his　literary　talents。　　A　plain　unvarnished　tale　is　preferable　to　the　most　highly　ornamented　narrative。　　Where　we　see　that　a　man　has　the　power；　we　may　naturally　suspect　that　he　has　the　will　to　deceive　us；　and　those　who　are　used　to　literary　manufacture　know　how　much　is　often　sacrificed　to　the　rounding　of　a　period；　or　the　pointing　of　an　antithesis。

That　the　ignorant　may　have　their　prejudices　as　well　as　the　learned　cannot　be　disputed；　but　we　see　and　despise　vulgar　errors：　we　never　bow　to　the　authority　of　him　who　has　no　great　name　to　sanction　his　absurdities。　　The　partiality　which　blinds　a　biographer　to　the　defects　of　his　hero；　in　proportion　as　it　is　gross；　ceases　to　be　dangerous；　but　if　it　be　concealed　by　the　appearance　of　candour；　which　men　of　great　abilities　best　know　how　to　assume；　it　endangers　our　judgment　sometimes；　and　sometimes　our　morals。　　If　her　Grace　the　Duchess　of　Newcastle；　instead　of　penning　her　lord's　elaborate　eulogium；　had　undertaken　to　write　the　life　of　Savage；　we　should　not　have　been　in　any　danger　of　mistaking　an　idle；　ungrateful　libertine　for　a　man　of　genius　and　virtue。　　The　talents　of　a　biographer　are　often　fatal　to　his　reader。　　For　these　reasons　the　public　often　judiciously　countenance　those　who；　without　sagacity　to　discriminate　character；　without　elegance　of　style　to　relieve　the　tediousness　of　narrative；　without　enlargement　of　mind　to　draw　any　conclusions　from　the　facts　they　relate；　simply　pour　forth　anecdotes；　and　retail　conversations；　with　all　the　minute　prolixity　of　a　gossip　in　a　country　town。

The　author　of　the　following　Memoirs　has　upon　these　grounds　fair　claims　to　the　public　favour　and　attention；　he　was　an　illiterate　old　steward；　whose　partiality　to　THE　FAMILY；　in　which　he　was　bred　and　born；　must　be　obvious　to　the　reader。　　He　tells　the　history　of　the　Rackrent　family　in　his　vernacular　idiom；　and　in　the　full　confidence　that　Sir　Patrick；　Sir　Murtagh；　Sir　Kit；　and　Sir　Condy　Rackrent's　affairs　will　be　as　interesting　to　all　the　world　as　they　were　to　himself。　　Those　who　were　acquainted　with　the　manners　of　a　certain　class　of　the　gentry　of　Ireland　some　years　ago；　will　want　no　evidence　of　the　truth　of　honest　Thady's　narrative；　to　those　who　are　totally　unacquainted　with　Ireland；　the　following　Memoirs　will　perhaps　be　scarcely　intelligible；　or　probably　they　may　appear　perfectly　incredible。　　For　the　information　of　the　IGNORANT　English　reader；　a　few　notes　have　been　subjoined　by　the　editor；　and　he　had　it　once　in　contemplation　to　translate　the　language　of　Thady　into　plain　English；　but　Thady's　idiom　is　incapable　of　translation；　and；　besides；　the　authenticity　of　his　story　would　have　been　more　exposed　to　doubt　if　it　were　not　told　in　his　own　characteristic　manner。　　Several　years　ago　he　related　to　the　editor　the　history　of　the　Rackrent　family；　and　it　was　with　some　difficulty　that　he　was　persuaded　to　have　it　committed　to　writing；　however；　his　feelings　for　'THE　HONOUR　OF　THE　FAMILY；'　as　he　expressed　himself；　prevailed　over　his　habitual　laziness；　and　he　at　length　completed　the　narrative　which　is　now　laid　before　the　public。

The　editor　hopes　his　readers　will　observe　that　these　are　'tales　of　other　times；'　that　the　manners　depicted　in　the　following　pages　are　not　those　of　the　present　age；　the　race　of　the　Rackrents　has　long　since　been　extinct　in　Ireland；　and　the　drunken　Sir　Patrick；　the　litigious　Sir　Murtagh；　the　fighting　Sir　Kit；　and　the　slovenly　Sir　Condy；　are　characters　which　could　no　more　be　met　with　at　present　in　Ireland；　than　Squire　Western　or　Parson　Trulliber　in　England。　　There　is　a　time　when　individuals　can　bear　to　be　rallied　for　their　past　follies　and　absurdities；　after　they　have　acquired　new　habits　and　a　new　consciousness。　　Nations；　as　well　as　individuals；　gradually　lose　attachment　to　their　identity；　and　the　present　generation　is　amused；　rather　than　offended；　by　the　ridicule　that　is　thrown　upon　its　ancestors。

Probably　we　shall　soon　have　it　in　our　power；　in　a　hundred　instances；　to　verify　the　truth　of　these　observations。

When　Ireland　loses　her　identity　by　an　union　with　Great　Britain；　she　will　look　back；　with　a　smile　of　good…humoured　complacency；　on　the　Sir　Kits　and　Sir　Condys　of　her　former　existence。

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CASTLE　RACKRENT


MONDAY　MORNING　＇See　GLOSSARY　1＇。

Having；　out　of　friendship　for　the　family；　upon　whose　estate；　praised　be　Heaven！　　I　and　mine　have　lived　rent…free　time　out　of　mind；　voluntarily　undertaken　to　publish　the　MEMOIRS　OF　THE　RACKRENT　FAMILY；　I　think　it　my　duty　to　say　a　few　words；　in　the　first　place；　concerning　myself。　　My　real　name　is　Thady　Quirk；　though　in　the　family　I　have　always　been　known　by　no　other　than　'Honest　Thady；'　afterward；　in　the　time　of　Sir　Murtagh；　deceased；　I　remember　to　hear　them　calling　me　'Old。　Thady；'　and　now　I've　come　to　'Poor　Thady'；　for　I　wear　a　long　greatcoat　winter　and　summer；　which　is　very　handy；　as　I　never　put　my　arms　into　the　sleeves；　they　are　as　good　as　new；　though　come　Holantide　next　I've　had　it　these　seven　years：　　it　holds　on　by　a　single　button　round　my　neck；　cloak　fashion。

＇The　cloak；　or　mantle；　as　described　by　Thady；　is　of　high　antiquity。　Spenser；　in　his　VIEW　OF　THE　STATE　OF　IRELAND；　proves　that　it　is　not；　as　some　have　imagined；　peculiarly　derived　from　the　Scythians；　but　that　'most　nations　of　the　world　anciently　used　the　mantle；　for　the　Jews　used　it；　as　you　may　read　of　Elias's　mantle；　etc。；　the　Chaldees　also　used　it；　as　you　may　read　in　Diodorus；　the　Egyptians　likewise　used　it；　as　you　may　read　in　Herodotus；　and　may　be　gathered　by　the　description　of　Berenice　in　the　Greek　Commentary　upon　Callimachus；　the　Greeks　also　used　it　anciently；　as　appeared　by　Venus's　mantle　lined　with　stars；　though　afterward　they　changed　the　form　thereof　into　their　cloaks；　called　Pallai；　as　some　of　the　Irish　also　use；　and　the　ancient　Latins　and　Romans　used　it；　as　you　may　read　in　Virgil；　who　was　a　great　antiquary；　that　Evander；　when　AEneas　came　to　him　at　his　feast；　did　entertain　and　feast　him　sitting　on　the　ground；　and　lying　on　mantles：　　insomuch　that　he　useth　the　very　word　mantile　for　a　mantle

〃Humi　mantilia　sternunt：〃

so　that　it　seemeth　that　the　mantle　was　a　general　habit　to　most　nations；　and　not　proper　to　the　Scythians　only。

Spenser　knew　the　convenience　of　the　said　mantle；　as　housing；　bedding；　and　clothing：　'IREN。　　Because　the　commodity　doth　not　countervail　the　discommodity；　for　the　inconveniences　which　thereby　do　arise　are　much　more　many；　for　it　is　a　fit　house　for　an　outlaw；　a　meet　bed　for　a　rebel；　and　an　apt　cloak　for　a　thief。　　First；　the　outlaw　being；　for　his　many　crimes　and　villanies；　banished　from　the　towns　and　houses　of　honest　men；　and　wandering　in　waste　places；　far　from　danger　of　law；　maketh　his　mantle　his　house；　and　under　it　covereth　himself　from　the　wrath　of　Heaven；　from　the　offence　of　the　earth；　and　from　the　sight　of　men。　　When　it　raineth；　it　is　his　penthouse；　when　it　bloweth；　it　is　his　tent；　when　it　freezeth；　it　is　his　tabernacle。　　In　summer　he　can　wear　it　loose；　in　winter　he　can　wrap　it　close；　at　all　times　he　can　use　it；　never　heavy；　never　cumbersome。　　Likewise　for　a　rebel　it　is　as　serviceable；　for　in　this　war　that　he　maketh　（if　at　least　it　deserves　the　name　of　war）；　when　he　still　flieth　from　his　foe；　and　lurketh　in　the　THICK　WOODS　（this　should　be　BLACK　BOGS）　and　straight　passages；　waiting　for　advantages；　it　is　his　bed；　yea；　and　almost　his　household　stuff。'＇

To　look　at　me；　you　would　hardly　think　'Poor　Thady'　was　the　father　of　Attorney　Quirk；　he　is　a　high　gentleman；　and　never　minds　what　poor　Thady　says；　and　having　better　than　fifteen　hundred　a　year；　landed　estate；　looks　down　upon　honest　Thady；　but　I　wash　my　hands　of　his　doings；　and　as　I　have　lived　so　will　I　die；　true　and　loyal　to　the　family。　　The　family　of　the　Rackrents　is；　I　am　proud　to　say；　one　of　the　most　ancient　in　the　kingdom。　　Everybody　knows　this　is　not　the　old　family　name；　which　was　O'Shaughlin；　related　to　the　kings　of　Irelandbut　that　was　before　my　time。　　My　grandfather　was　driver　to　the　great　Sir　Patrick　O'Shaughlin；　and　I　heard　him；　when　I　was　a　boy；　telling　how　the　Castle　Rackrent　estate　came　to　Sir　Patrick；　Sir　Tallyhoo　Rackrent　was　cousin…　german　to　him；　and　had　a　fine　estate　of　his　own；　only　never　a　gate　upon　it；　it　being　his　maxim　that　a　car　was　the　best　gate。　Poor　gentleman！　　he　lost　a　fine　hunter　and　his　life；　at　last；　by　it；　all　in　one　day's　hunt。　　But　I　ought　to　bless　that　day；　for　the　estate　came　straight　into　THE　family；　upon　one　condition；　which　Sir　Patrick　O'Shaughlin　at　the　time　took　sadly　to　heart；　they　say；　but　thought　better　of　it　afterwards；　seeing　how　large　a　stake　depended　upon　it：　　that　he　should；　by　Act　of　Parliament；　take　and　bear　the　surname　and　arms　of　Rackrent。

Now　it　was　that　the　world　was　to　see　what　was　IN　Sir　Patrick。　　On　coming　into　the　estate　he　gave　the　finest　entertainment　ever　was　heard　of　in　the　country；　not　a　man　could　stand　after　supper　but　Sir　Patrick　himself　who　could　sit　out　the　best　man　in　Ireland；　let　alone　the　three　kingdoms　itself　＇See　GLOSSARY　2＇。　　He　had　his　house；　from　one　year's　end　to　another；　as　full　of　company　as　ever　it　could　hold；　and　fuller；　for　rather　than　be　left　out　of　the　parties　at　Castle　Rackrent；　many　gentlemen；　and　those　men　of　the　first　consequence　and　landed　estates　in　the　countrysuch　as　the　O'Neills　of　Ballynagrotty；　and　the　Moneygawls　of　Mount　Juliet's　Town；　and　O'Shannons　of　New　Town　Tullyhogmade　it　their　choice；　often　and　often；　when　there　was　no　room　to　be　had　for　love　nor　money；　in　long　winter　nights；　to　sleep　in　the　chicken…house；　which　Sir　Patrick　had　fitted　up　for　the　purpose　of　accommodating　his　friends　and　the　public　in　general；　who　honoured　him　with　their　company　unexpectedly　at　Castle　Rackrent；　and　this　went　on　I　can't　tell　you　how　long。　　The　whole　country　rang　with　his　praises！long　life　to　him！　　I'm　sure　I　love　to　look　upon　his　picture；　now　opposite　to　me；　though　I　never　saw　him；　he　must　have　been　a　portly　gentlemanhis　neck　something　short；　and　remarkable　for　the　largest　pimple　on　his　nose；　which；　by　his　particular　desire；　is　still　extant　in　his　picture；　said　to　be　a　striking　likeness；　though　taken　when　young。　　He　is　said　also　to　be　the　inventor　of　raspberry　whisky；　which　is　very　likely；　as　nobody　has　ever　appeared　to　dispute　it　with　him；　and　as　there　still　exists　a　broken　punch…bowl　at　Castle　Rackrent；　in　the　garret；　with　an　inscription　to　that　effecta　great　curiosity。　　A　few　days　before　his　death　he　was　very　merry；　it　being　his　honour's　birthday；　he　called　my　grandfather　inGod　bless　him！to　drink　the　c