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"Very well described, Hycy, I see you have not forgotten your Homer
yet; but really Kathleen Cavanagh is a perfect Juno, and has the large,
liquid, soft ox-eye in perfection."
"Let me look at you," said Hycy, turning round and staring at him with
a good deal of surprise; "begad, brother Ned, let me ask where you got
your connoisseurship upon women? eh? Oh, in the dictionary, I suppose,
where the common people say everything is to be found. Observe me, Mr.
Burke, you are taking your worthy son out of his proper vocation, the
Church. Send him to 'Maynewth,' he is too good a connoisseur on beauty
to be out of the Tribunal."
"Hycy," replied his brother, "these are sentiments that do you no
credit, it is easy to sneer at religion or those who administer
it,--much easier than to praise the one, it would appear, or imitate the
virtues of the other."
"Beautiful rebuke," said Hycy, again staring at him; "why, Masther
Edward, you are a prodigy of wonderful sense and unspotted virtue; love
has made you eloquent--"'I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen,
A gate, I fear, I'll dearly rue,
I gat my death frae twa sweet e'en,
Twa lovely e'en o' bonnie blue, &c, &c.'"
"I am not in love yet, Hycy, but as my father wishes to bring about a
marriage between Kathleen and myself, you know," he added, smiling, "it
will be my duty to fall in love with her as fast as I can.
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