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The Absentee by Maria Edgeworth
Book, page 162 / 300


that, by the laws! a man might talk himself dumb to me after
again' potsheen, or in favour of the revenue, or revenue-
officers. And there they may go on, with their gaugers, and
their surveyors, and their supervisors, and their WATCHING-
OFFICERS, and their coursing-officers, setting 'em one after
another, or one over the head of another, or what way they will
--we can baffle and laugh at 'em. Didn't I know, next door to our
inn, last year, ten WATCHING-OFFICERS set upon one distiller, and
he was too cunning for them; and it will always be so, while ever
the people think it no sin. No, till then, not all their dockets
and permits signify a rush, or a turf. And the gauging rod even!
who fears it? They may spare that rod, for it will never mend
the child.'

How much longer Larry's dissertation on the distillery laws would
have continued, had not his ideas been interrupted, we cannot
guess; but he saw he was coming to a town, and he gathered up the
reins, and plied the whip, ambitious to make a figure in the eyes
of its inhabitants.

This TOWN consisted of one row of miserable huts, sunk beneath
the side of the road, the mud walls crooked in every direction;
some of them opening in wide cracks, or zigzag fissures, from top
to bottom, as if there had just been an earthquake--all the roofs
sunk in various places--thatch off, or overgrown with grass--no
chimneys, the smoke making its way through a hole in the roof, or
rising in clouds from the top of the open door--dunghills before
the doors, and green standing puddles--squalid children, with
scarcely rags to cover them, gazing at the carriage.

'Nugent's town,' said the postillion, 'once a snug place, when my
Lady Clonbrony was at home to whitewash it, and the like.'

As they drove by, some men and women put their heads through the
smoke out of the cabins; pale women with long, black, or yellow
locks--men with countenances and figures bereft of hope and
energy.

'Wretched, wretched people!' said Lord Colambre.


 
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