Curse that keening, what a barbarous practice
it is!'
"I think not," said the other; "on the contrary, I am of opinion that
there's something strikingly wild and poetical in it something that
argues us Irish to be a people of deep feeling and strong imagination:
two of the highest gifts of intellect."
"All stuff," replied the accomplished Hycy, who, among his other
excellent qualities, could never afford to speak a good word to his
country Or her people. "All stuff and barbarous howling that we
learned from the wolves when we had them in Ireland. Here we are at the
graveyard."
"Hycy," said his friend, "it never occurred to me to thing of asking
what religion you believe in."
"It is said," replied Hycy, "that a fool may propose a question which
a wise man can't answer. As to religion, I have not yet made any
determination among the variety that is abroad. A man, however, can
be at no loss; for as every one of them is the best, it matters little
which of them he chooses. I think it likely I shall go to church with
your sister, should we ever do matrimony together. To a man like me
who's indifferent, respectability alone ought to determine."
Clinton made no reply to this; and in a few minutes afterward they
entered the churchyard, the coffin having been taken out of the hearse
and borne on the shoulders of her four nearest relatives,--Tom M'Mahon,
in deep silence and affliction, preceding it as chief mourner.
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