know not; she was certainly not Celt, and certainly no Barney McCrea
of her day would have kissed her if she had spilled ever so many
pitchers of sweet buttermilk over the plain; so we took the railway,
and
departed with delight for Limavady, where Thackeray, fresh from
his visit to Charles Lever, laid his
poeticaltribute at the
stockingless feet of Miss Margaret of that town.
O'Cahan, whose chief seat was at Limavady, was the
principal urraght
of O'Neill, and when one of the great clan was 'proclaimed' at
Tullaghogue it was the
magnificentprivilege of the O'Cahan to toss
a shoe over his head. We slept at O'Cahan's Hotel, and--well, one
must sleep; and
wherever we attend to that necessary function
without due
preparation, we generally make a mistake in the
selection of the particular spot. Protestantism does not
necessarily mean
cleanliness, although it may have natural
tendencies in that direction; and we find, to our surprise ( a
surprise rooted, probably, in bigotry), that Catholicism can be as
clean as a penny
whistle, now and again. There were no special
privileges at O'Cahan's for maids, and Benella,
therefore, had a
delightful evening in the coffee-room with a storm-bound commercial
traveller. As for Francesca and me, there was plenty to occupy us
in our regular letters to Ronald and Himself; and Salemina wrote
several sheets of thin paper to somebody,--no one in America,
either, for we saw her put on a penny stamp.
Our pleasant duties over, we looked into the
cheerful glow of the
turf sods while I read aloud Thackeray's Peg of Limavady. He spells
the town with two d's, by the way, to
insure its being rhymed
properly with Paddy and daddy.
'Riding from Coleraine
(Famed for lovely Kitty),
Came a Cockney bound
Unto Derry city;
Weary was his soul,
Shivering and sad he
Bumped along the road
Leads to Limavaddy.
. . . .
Limavaddy inn's
But a
humble baithouse,
Where you may procure
Whisky and potatoes;
Landlord at the door
Gives a smiling welcome
To the shivering wights
Who to his hotel come.
Landlady within
Sits and knits a stocking,
With a wary foot
Baby's
cradle rocking.
. . . .
Presently a maid
Enters with the liquor
(Half a pint of ale
Frothing in a beaker).
Gads! I didn't know
What my
beating heart meant:
Hebe's self I thought
Entered the apartment.
As she came she smiled,
And the smile bewitching,
On my word and honour,
Lighted all the kitchen!
. . . .
This I do declare,
Happy is the laddy
Who the heart can share
Of Peg of Limavaddy.
Married if she were,
Blest would be the daddy
Of the children fair
Of Peg of Limavaddy.