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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539729" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Troubles of Matthew Mahoney</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a little town in Devonshire, in the mellow September moonlight,<br>A gentleman passing along a street saw a pitiful sight,<br>A man bending over the form of a woman on the pavement.<br>He was uttering plaintive words and seemingly discontent. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"What's the matter with the woman?" asked the gentleman,<br>As the poor, fallen woman he did narrowly scan.<br>"There's something the matter, as yer honour can see,<br>But it's not right to prate about my wife, blame me." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Is that really your wife?" said the gentleman.<br>"Yes, sor, but she looks very pale and wan."<br>"But surely she is much younger than you?"<br>"Only fourteen years, sor, that is thrue." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"It's myself that looks a deal oulder nor I really am,<br>Throuble have whitened my heir, my good gintleman,<br>Which was once as black as the wings of a crow,<br>And it's throuble as is dyed it as white as the snow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, my dear sowl, Bridget, it's past nine o'clock,<br>And to see yez lying there it gives my heart a shock."<br>And he smoothed away the raven hair from her forehead,<br>And her hands hung heavily as if she had been dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gentleman saw what was the matter and he sighed again,<br>And he said, "It's a great trial and must give you pain,<br>But I see you are willing to help her all you can."<br>But the encouraging words was not lost upon the Irishman. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Thrial!" he echoed, "Don't mintion it, yer honour,<br>But the blessing of God rest upon her.<br>Poor crathur, she's good barrin' this one fault,<br>And by any one I don't like to hear her miscault." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"What was the reason of her taking to drink?"<br>"Bless yer honour, that's jest what I oftentimes think,<br>Some things is done without any rason at all,<br>And, sure, this one to me is a great downfall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ah, Bridget, my darlin', I never dreamt ye'd come to this,"<br>And stooping down, her cheek he did kiss.<br>While a glittering tear flashed in the moonlight to the ground,<br>For the poor husband's grief was really profound. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Have you any children?" asked the gentleman.<br>"No, yer honour, bless the Lord, contented I am,<br>I wouldn't have the lambs know any harm o' their mother,<br>Besides, sor, to me they would be a great bother." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"What is your trade, my good man?"<br>"Gardening, sor, and mighty fond of it I am.<br>Kind sor, I am out of a job and I am dying with sorrow."<br>"Well, you can call at my house by ten o'clock to-morrow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And I'll see what I can do for you.<br>Now, hasten home with your wife, and I bid you adieu.<br>But stay, my good man, I did not ask your name."<br>"My name is Matthew Mahoney, after Father Matthew of great fame," </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Mahoney stooped and lifted Bridget tenderly,<br>And carried her home in his arms cheerfully,<br>And put her to bed while he felt quite content,<br>Still hoping Bridget would see the folly of drinking and repent. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And at ten o'clock next morning Matthew was at Blandford Hall,<br>And politely for Mr Gillespie he did call,<br>But he was told Mrs Gillespie he would see,<br>And was invited into the parlour cheerfully. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when Mrs Gillespie entered the room<br>She said, "Matthew Mahoney, I suppose you want to know your doom.<br>Well, Matthew, tell your wife to call here to-morrow."<br>"I'll ax her, my lady, for my heart's full of sorrow." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Matthew got his wife to make her appearance at Blandford Hall,<br>And, trembling, upon Mrs Gillespie poor Bridget did call,<br>And had a pleasant interview with Mrs Gillespie,<br>And was told she was wanted for a new lodge-keeper immediately. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"But, Bridget, my dear woman, you mustn't drink any more,<br>For you have got a good husband you ought to adore,<br>And Mr Gillespie will help you, I'm sure,<br>Because he is very kind to deserving poor." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Bridget's repentance was hearty and sincere,<br>And by the grace of God she never drank whisky, rum, or beer,<br>And good thoughts come into her mind of Heaven above,<br>And Matthew Mahoney dearly does her love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Topaz+McGonagall">William Topaz McGonagall</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" 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