Something generous to drink
We all turned Catholics, and went to mass every morning, much to Captain Bob's consternation. Upon finding it out, he threatened
to keep us in the stocks if we did not desist. He went no farther than this, though ; and so, every few days, we strolled down to the priest's residence, and had a mouthful to eat, and something
generous to drink. In particular, Dr. Long Ghost and myself became huge favourites with Pat's friend ; and many a time he regaled us from a quaint-looking travelling case for spirits, stowed away
in one corner of his dwelling. It held four square flasks, which, somehow or other, always contained just enough to need emptying. In truth, the fine old Irishman was a rosy fellow in canonicals.
His countenance and his soul were always in a glow. It may be ungenerous to reveal his failings, but he often talked thick, and sometimes was perceptibly eccentric in his gait.
I never drink French brandy but I pledge Father Murphy. His health again ! And many jolly proselytes may he make in Polynesia
!
Herman Melville, Omoo Chapter XXXVII
HERMAN MELVILLE (photo non datée)
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