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130 J 22 FABLED STORIES FROM THE ZOO.
lived, you stayed with us at home; for you
loved the native soil, as well as we poor people
do, whom poverty and famine and the
landlords drive from our own loved green Erin.
But your inhuman son, oh! I wish I had no
complaint to lodge against him at your holy
resting-place ; but my heart is full, and I must
speak before we leave the country that nursed
and nourished us until this fatal time, and I will
say, Sir Patrick, that a worse son, more unlike
you, never lived. And if it was not to insult
your memory,—no, Sir Patrick, you were a
good master to us, and to all, and I love your
memory, and I shall not disturb your peace and
quiet in the grave by telling you what a— no,
I will not say it,—what your son and heir is.
It would break your heart, so I must hold my
tongue ; and I shall not give him his due before
his father, for my old woman is pulling me by
the sleeve to forbear. So I will say nothing,
but merely good-bye, and thank you for past
favours bestowed, and may the saints convey
their blessings to you, and mine along with
them, and may the blessings of all us poor
ejected tenants procure the happiness in heaven
for you and your dear old dame, which you
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