Pat got the "smile," and with a grateful heart returned to his patron.
"Thank your honor, kindly," said Pat.
"Now tell me, Pat, what regiment you served in," said Henry.
"In the first Pennsylvanians,--Captain Farrell's company."
"Captain Farrell's! I knew him well,--a fine fellow and a gallant
officer! Many were the tears shed when the vomito carried him off," said
Henry, with much feeling. "And you were one of his company?"
"Troth, I was, thin. He was every inch a sodger and a gintleman."
"And the box you brought on board contains his remains?"
"Upon me sowl it contains the body of as good a man as iver breathed the
breath o' life," replied Pat, very emphatically.
"Very true. You speak well of your captain, and he deserved all he will
ever get of praise. Here, Pat, is a dollar for you; and if you want
anything, come to me."
"Thank your honor," replied Pat, uncovering, with a bow and a scrape of
the foot. "You are as near like poor Captain Farrell as one pay is like
another. Long life to your honor,--may you live forever, and then die
like a haro!"
"A genuine Irishman!" said Henry, as Pat descended to the main deck;
"one in whom gratitude and faithfulness are as strong as life itself!"
"He seems a good sort of man," returned Uncle Nathan, who had but little
appreciation of the Irish heart.
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