I
There was a fine young gentleman the name of M'Carthy, he had a most
beautiful countenance and for strength and prowess there was none to
equal him in the baronies of Connacht. But he began to dwine away, and
no person knew what ailed him. He used no food at all and he became
greatly reduced, the way he was not able to rise from his bed and he
letting horrid groans and lamentations out of him. His father sent
for three skilled doctors to come and find out what sort of disease
it might be, and a big reward was promised for the cure.
Three noted doctors came on the one day and they searched every vein
in young M'Carthy's body, but they could put no name on the sickness
nor think of a remedy to relieve it. They came down from the room
and reported that the disease had them baffled entirely.
"Am I to be at the loss of a son is the finest boy in all
Ireland?" says the father.
Now one of the doctors had a man with him was a very soft-spoken
person, and he up and says:
"Maybe your honours would be giving me permission to visit the young
gentleman. I have a tongue on me is that sweet I do be drawing the
secrets of the world out of men and women and little children."
Well they brought him up to the room and they left him alone with
M'Carthy. He sat down by the side of the bed and began for to flatter
him, the like of such conversation was never heard before.
At long last he says, "Let your Lordship's honour be telling me--What
is it ails you at all?"
"You will never let on to a living soul?" asks M'Carthy.
"Is it that I'd be lodging an information against a noble person like
yourself?" says the man.
With that the young gentleman began telling the secrets of his heart.
"It is no disease is on me," says he, "but a terrible misfortune."
"'Tis heart scalded I am that you have either a sorrow or a sickness,
and you grand to look on and better to listen to," says the other.
"It is in love I am," says M'Carthy.
"And how would that be a misfortune to a fine lad like yourself?" asks
the man.
"Let you never let on!" says M'Carthy. "The way of it is this: I am
lamenting for no lady is walking the world, nor for one is dead that
I could be following to the grave. I have a little statue has the
most beautiful countenance on it was ever seen, and it is destroyed
with grief I am that it will never be speaking to me at all."
With that he brought the image out from under his pillow, and the
loveliness of it made the man lep off the chair.
"I'd be stealing the wee statue from your honour if I stopped in this
place," says he. "But let you take valour into your heart, for that
is the likeness of a lady is living in the world, you will be finding
her surely."
With that he went down to the three doctors and the old man were
waiting below. For all his promises to young M'Carthy he told the
lot of them all he was after hearing. The doctors allowed that if
the gentleman's life was to be saved he must be got out of his bed
and sent away on his travels.
"For a time he will be hopeful of finding her," says the oldest
doctor. "Then the whole notion will pass off him, and he seeing
strange lands and great wonders to divert him."
The father was that anxious for the son's recovery that he agreed to
sell the place and give him a big handful of money for the journey.
"It is little I'll be needing for myself from this out, and I am old
man near ripe for the grave," says he.
So they all went up to the room and told young M'Carthy to rise
from his bed and eat a good dinner, for the grandest arrangements
out were made for his future and he'd surely meet the lady. When he
seen that no person was mocking him he got into the best of humour,
and he came down and feasted with them.
Not a long afterwards he took the big handful of money and set out on
his travels, bringing the statue with him. He went over the provinces
of Ireland, then he took sea to England and wandered it entirely,
away to France with him next and from that to every art and part of
the world. He had the strangest adventures, and he seen more wonders
than could ever be told or remembered. At the latter end he came back
to the old country again, with no more nor a coin or two left of the
whole great fortune of money. The whole time he never seen a lady was
the least like the wee statue; and the words of the old doctor were
only a deceit for he didn't quit thinking of her at all. M'Carthy
was a handsome young gentleman, and if it was small heed he had for
any person he met it was great notice was taken of him. Sure it was a
Queen, no less, and five or six princesses were thinking long thoughts
on himself.
The hope was near dead in his heart and the sickness of grief was on
him again when he came home to Ireland. Soon after he landed from
the ship he chanced to come on a gentleman's place, and it a fine
big house he never had seen before. He went up and inquired of the
servants if he would get leave to rest there. He was given a most
honourable reception, and the master of the house was well pleased to
be entertaining such an agreeable guest. Now himself happened to be a
Jew, and that is the why he did not ask M'Carthy to eat at his table,
but had his dinner set out for him in a separate room. The servants
remarked on the small share of food he was using, it was scarcely what
would keep the life in a young child; but he asked them not to make
any observation of the sort. At first they obeyed him, yet when he used
no meat at all on the third day, didn't they speak with their master.
"What is the cause of it at all?" he says to M'Carthy. "Is the food
in this place not to your liking? Let you name any dish you have a
craving for, and the cook will prepare it."
"There was never better refreshment set before an emperor," says
M'Carthy.
"It is civility makes you that flattering," answers the Jew. "How
would you be satisfied with the meat is set before you when you are
not able to use any portion of it at all?"
"I doubt I have a sickness on me will be the means of my death," says
M'Carthy. "I had best be moving on from this place, the way I'll not
be rewarding your kindness with the botheration of a corpse."
With that the master of the house began for to speak in praise of a
doctor was in those parts.
"I see I must be telling you what is in it," says M'Carthy. "Doctors
have no relief for the sort of tribulation is destroying me."
He brought out the statue, and he went over the whole story from start
to finish. How he set off on his travels and was hopeful for awhile;
and how despair got hold of him again.
"Let you be rejoicing now," says the Jew, "for it is near that lady
you are this day. She comes down to a stream is convenient to this
place, and six waiting maids along with her, bringing a rod and line
for to fish. And it is always at the one hour she is in it."
Well, M'Carthy was lepping wild with delight to hear tell of the lady.
"Let you do all I'm saying," the Jew advises him. "I'll provide you
with the best of fishing tackle, and do you go down to the stream
for to fish in it too. Whatever comes to your line let you give to
the lady. But say nothing might scare her at all and don't follow
after her if she turns to go home."
The next day M'Carthy went out for to fish, not a long was he at the
stream before the lady came down and the six waiting maids along with
her. Sure enough she was the picture of the statue, and she had the
loveliest golden hair was ever seen.
M'Carthy had the luck to catch a noble trout, and he took it off
the hook, rolled it in leaves and brought it to the lady, according
to the advice of the Jew. She was pleased to accept the gift of it,
but didn't she turn home at once and the six waiting maids along with
her. When she went into her own house she took the fish to her father.
"There was a noble person at the stream this day," she says, "and he
made me a present of the trout."
Next morning M'Carthy went to fish again, and he seen the lady coming
and her six waiting maids walking behind her. He caught a splendid fine
trout and brought it over to her; with that she turned home at once.
"Father," says she, when she went in, "the gentleman is after giving
me a fish is bigger and better nor the one I brought back yesterday. If
the like happens at the next time I go to the stream I will be inviting
the noble person to partake of refreshment in this place."
"Let you do as best pleases yourself," says her father.
Well, sure enough, M'Carthy got the biggest trout of all the third
time. The lady was in the height of humour, and she asked would
he go up to the house with her that day. She walked with M'Carthy
beside her, and the six waiting maids behind them. They conversed
very pleasantly together, and at last he found courage for to tell
her of how he travelled the world to seek no person less than herself.
"I'm fearing you'll need to set out on a second journey, the way you
will be coming in with some other one," says she. "I have an old father
is after refusing two score of suitors were asking me off him. I do be
thinking I'll not get joining the world at all, unless a king would
be persuading himself of the advancement is in having a son-in-law
wearing a golden crown upon his head. The whole time it is great
freedom I have, and I walking where it pleases me with six waiting
maids along with me. The old man has a notion they'd inform him if
I was up to any diversion, but that is not the way of it at all."
"It is funning you are, surely," says M'Carthy. "If himself is that
uneasy about you how would it be possible you'd bring me to the house
to be speaking with him?"
"He is a kindly man and reasonable," says she, "and it is a good
reception you'll be getting. Only let you not be speaking of marriage
with me, for he cannot endure to hear tell of the like."
Well, the old man made M'Carthy welcome, and he had no suspicion the
two were in notion of other. But didn't they arrange all unbeknownst
to him, and plan out an elopement.
M'Carthy went back to the Jew, and he told him all. "But," says he,
"I am after spending my whole great fortune of money travelling the
territory of the world. I must be finding a good situation the way
I'll make suitable provision for herself."
"Don't be in the least distress," says the Jew. "I did not befriend
you this far to be leaving you in a bad case at the latter end. I'll
oblige you with the loan of what money will start you in a fine
place. You will be making repayment at the end of three years when
you have made your profit on the business."
The young gentleman accepted the offer, and he fair wild with
delight. Moreover, the Jew gave himself and the lady grand assistance
at the elopement, the way they got safe out of it and escaped from
her father was raging in pursuit.
M'Carthy was rejoicing surely, and he married to a wife was the
picture of the statue. Herself was in the best of humour too, for
it was small delight she had in her own place, roaming the fields
or stopping within and six waiting maids along with her. A fine,
handsome husband was the right company for her like. They bought a
lovely house and farm of land with the money was lent by the Jew;
and they fixed all the grandest ever was seen. After a while M'Carthy
got a good commission to be an officer, the way nothing more in the
world was needful to their happiness.