r with poor
Judy.

'Judy's out a luck,' said I, striving to laugh.

'I'm out a luck,' said he; and I never saw a man look so cast down: he
took up the halfpenny off the flag, and walked away quite sober-like
by the shock. Now, though as easy a man, you would think, as any in the
wide world, there was no such thing as making him unsay one of these
sort of vows, which he had learned to reverence when young, as I well
remember teaching him to toss up for bog-berries on my knee. [VOWS.--It
has been maliciously and unjustly hinted that the lower classes of the
people of Ireland pay but little regard to oaths; yet it is certain that
some oaths or vows have great power over their minds. Sometimes they
swear they will be revenged on some of their neighbours; this is an
oath that they are never known to break. But, what is infinitely more
extraordinary and unaccountable, they sometimes make and keep a vow
against whisky; these vows are usually limited to a short time. A woman
who has a drunken husband is most fortunate if she can prevail upon
him to go to the priest, and make a vow against whisky for a year, or a
month, or a week, or a day.] So I saw the affair was as good as settled
between him and Miss Isabella, and I had no more to say but to wish her
joy, which I did the week afterwards, upon her return from Scotland with
my poor master.

My new lady was young, as might be supposed of a lady that had been
carried off by her own consent to Scotland; but I could only see her
at first through her veil, which, from bashfulness or fashion, she kept
over her face.

'And am I to walk through all this crowd of people, my dearest love?'
said she to Sir Condy, meaning us servants and tenants, who had gathered
at the back gate.

'My dear,' said Sir Condy, 'there's nothing for it but to walk, or to
let me carry you as far as the house, for you see the back road is too
narrow for a carriage, and the great piers have tumbled down across the
front approach; so there's no driving the right way, by reason of the
ruins.'

'Plato, thou reasonest well!' said she, or words to that effect, which
I could noways understand; and again, when her foot stumbled against a
broken bit of a car-wheel, she cried out, 'Angels and ministers of grace
defend us!' Well, thought I, to be sure, if she's no Jewish, like the
last, she is a mad woman for certain, which is as bad: it would have
been as well for my poor master to have taken up with poor Judy, w