“Honora, there’s no use in this talk—­it’ll do nothing aither for him or us—­besides, I have no more time to discoorse about it.”

He then left her; but, as she viewed his dark, inflexible features ere he went, an oppressive sense of something not far removed from affliction weighed her down.  The child had been asleep in her arms during the foregoing dialogue, and, after his father had departed, she placed him in the cradle, and, throwing the corner of her blue apron over her shoulder, she rocked him into a sounder sleep, swaying herself at the same time to and fro, with that inward sorrow, of which, among the lower classes of Irish females, this motion is uniformly expressive.  It is not to be supposed, however, that, as the early graces of childhood gradually expanded (as they did) into more than ordinary beauty, the avarice of the father was not occasionally encountered in its progress by! sudden gushes of love for his son.  It was impossible for any parent, no matter how strongly strongly the hideous idol of mammon might sway his heart, to look upon a creature so fair and beautiful, without being frequently touched into something like affection.  The fact was, that, as the child advanced towards youth, the two principles we are describing nearly kept pace one with the other.  That the bad and formidable passion made rapid strides, must be admitted, but that it engrossed the whole spirit of the father, is not true.  The mind and gentle character of the boy—­his affectionate disposition, and the extraordinary advantages of his person—­could not fail sometimes to surprise his father into sudden bursts of affection.  But these, when they occurred, were looked upon by Fardorougha as so many proofs that he still entertained for the boy love sufficient to justify a more intense desire of accumulating wealth for his sake.  Indeed, ere the lad had numbered thirteen summers, Fardorougha’s character as a miser had not only gone far abroad throughout the neighborhood, but was felt, by the members of his own family, with almost merciless severity.  From habits of honesty, and a decent sense of independence, he was now degraded to rapacity and meanness; what had been prudence, by degrees degenerated into cunning; and he who, when commencing life, was looked upon only as a saving man, had now become notorious for extortion and usury.

A character such as this, among a people of generous and lively feeling like the Irish, is in every state of life the object of intense and undisguised abhorrence.  It was with difficulty he could succeed in engaging servants, either for domestic or agricultural purposes, and, perhaps, no consideration, except the general kindness which was felt for his wife and son, would have induced any person whatsoever to enter into his employment.  Honora and Connor did what in them lay to make the dependents of the family experience as little of Fardorougha’s griping tyranny as possible.  Yet, with all their kind-hearted ingenuity and secret bounty, they were scarcely able to render their situation barely tolerable.