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The Reminiscences of an Irish Land Agent

The Reminiscences of an Irish Land Agent

Hussey, Samuel Murray

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General Law

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ISBN10: 1458936465
ISBN13: 9781458936462
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 232
Weight: 0.76
Height: 0.53 Width: 9.00 Depth: 6.00
Language: English
Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER II PARENTAGE AND EARLY YEARS My father, Peter Bodkin Hussey, was for a long time a barrister at the Irish Bar, practising in the Four Courts, where more untruths are spoken than anywhere else in the three kingdoms, except in the House of Commons during an Irish debate. All law in Ireland is a grave temptation to lying, and the greatest number of Courts produced a stupendous amount of mendacityor it was so in earlier times, at all events. Did you ever hear the tale of the old woman who came to Daniel O'Connell, outside the Four Courts, as he was walking down the steps, and said to him: ' Would your honour be so kind as to tell me the name of an honest attorney ?' The Liberator stopped, scratched his head in a perplexed way, and replied: ' Well now, ma'am, you bate me intoirely.' My father had red hair, and was very impetuous. Therefore he was christened ' Red Precipitate' by Jerry Kellegher. This legal luminary was a noted wit even at the Irish Bar of that time, a confraternity where humour was almost as rampant as creditorsirresponsible fun, and a light purse are generally allied; your wealthy fellow has too much care for his gold to have spirits to be mirthful. The tales about him are endless. Here are just a few I have heard from my father's lips. Jerry had a cousin, a wine merchant, who supplied the Bar mess, and a complaint was lodged that the bottles were very small. To which Jerry retorted: ' You idiot, don't you know they shrink in the washing, ' which satisfied the grumbler. And that always seemed to me the strangest part of the story. In those days religious feeling ran pretty highI will not go so far as to say it has entirely died down to-dayand the usual Protestant toast was: ' The Pope, the Devil, and the Pr...

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