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The Poor Scholar - Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of - William Carleton, Volume Three by William Carleton
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where he was made to partake of their meal. Even those poor creatures
who gain a scanty subsistence by keeping what are called "dhry lodgins,"
like _lucus a non lucendo_, because they never keep out the rain, and
have mostly a bottle of whiskey for those who know how to call for
it, even they, in most instances, not only refused to charge the poor
scholar for his bed, but declined to receive any remuneration for his
subsistence.

"Och, och, no, you poor young cratlrur, not from you. No, no; if we
wouldn't help the likes o' you, who ought we to help? No dear; but
instead o' the _airighad_, (* money) jist lave us your blessin',
an' maybe we'll thrive as well wid that, as we would wid your little
'pences, that you'll be wanting for yourself whin your frinds won't be
near to help you."

Many, in fact, were the little marks of kindness and attention which the
poor lad received on his way. Sometimes a ragged peasant, if he happened
to be his fellow-traveller, would carry his satchel so long as they
travelled together, or a carman would give him a lift on his empty car;
or some humorous postilion, or tipsy "shay-boy," with a comical leer in
his eye, would shove him into his vehicle; remarking--

"Bedad, let nobody say you're a poor scholar now, an' you goin' to
school in a coach! Be the piper that played afore Moses, if ever any
rascal upraids you wid it, tell him, says you--'You damned rap,' says
you, 'I wint to school in a coach! an' that,' says you, 'was what
none o' yer beggarly gin oration was ever able to do,' says you; 'an'
moreover, be the same token,' says you, 'be the holy farmer, if you
bring it up to me, I'll make a third eye in your forehead wid the butt
o' this whip,' says you. Whish! darlins! That's the go! There's drivin',
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