As I earlier refused to doctor beasts, I must now refuse requests for dental doctoring-my fame has rapidly spread & I shall likely be pestered unto death. A woman came at me this morning with her mouth open wide as any cellar door.
C & I feeling our great age, myself of 52 years, she of 48.
At a little past noon today, Balfour sent his man to summon me.
I must come at once, he said, to see his master. When I inquired after the trouble, the fellow looked abashed. A scaldin’ stream, he said.
I took Adam & arrived at half past one o’clock to see Balfour in his bed chamber. Would I wish such a Pox on my worst enemy? I would not. I did what I could & learned from a stable boy that Balfour spends a deal of time hanging about Palmerston’s work site which is largely a pile of Donegal stone. He says B treks the 40-odd miles horseback every other fortnight & lodges in taverns. Good riddance.
While there, I was enjoined to see half the population of Balfour’s place-they lined up belowstairs, man, woman & child, with everything from goiter to blood in the stool & ructions of the gut. I was then summoned upstairs to Balfour’s wife & her Diarrhea. Having no ready Nostrum I must go again on the morrow. I learned from a doctor in Phila. that Mr. Jefferson was afflicted much of his life with Diarrhea. How in God’s name a man could be so discomfited & yet give speeches & attend fine dinners, I do not know.
While I was away, C answered at the Surgery & kept A as busy as any bee.
Nephew & the lad were fishing, it is said.
C experiencing a return of the headaches suffered so frequently in Philadelphia. I have sent to Dublin for Passiflora Incarnata which works chiefly upon the nervous system & is said to be relieving of the Sick Headache. It should come up to Sligo by train in the next week or so.
20 August
A lowering sky
Keegan has told me he will wed in September-the Bride being Fiona, our Head Cook at the Feast. He says I should consider both of us lucky men as he will have a wife to cure him of his long face, & C & I will have an able Cook & House Keeper. You could not do better, he says, in the whole of Ireland. He confesses he has looked both far & near for a suitable Wife & there she stood in the kitchen under his very nose, baking 40 Loaves as easy as rolling off a log. Her husband has been dead these four years & no children-a fact which relieves Keegan for he has little patience with the Young. I was obliged to get out the whiskey & sat with him in some amusement as he told his tale of Courtship over a period of but four days thus far-to a woman seven years his senior & easily twice his girth.
Keegan says it came about the day before the Feast-he had passed through the kitchen & nicked off a chunk of dough to mollify his famishing hunger. When caught in the act he says a large woman flew at him with an iron rolling pin which she vowed to use if he laid another hand on her rising dough. He replied that he would make her dough rise, bedad. Thus commenced a chase down the stairs & through the lower halls & when she was nearly upon him he surrendered by waving a scullery rag. He says he was taken prisoner then & they fell down together laughing. I did not press him for Details.
I am eager to have Sukey’s Philadelphia Cookery book put to use here. A freed mulatto slave brought from Jamaica to America by Uncle, Sukey was a cook like nothing known before or since. Thus my earnest inquiry of Keegan-Can Fiona read? He assures me with a gushing pride that she can both read & sign her name with a flourish.
I have found Keegan a decent judge of character but suggest he move forward with caution. He says he has waited many years for such a stirring as Fiona provokes & declines the proper use of either Patience or Common Sense. He is merry as a whiskey priest- & this a man inclined to be sour as a Protestant.
Two large roasting hens, a pike & the greater portion of a ham employed this late afternoon at our supper for eight. The infant was brought to table with his mother & cried bitterly the whole duration. The lad has hardly spoken a word & looks at me with doleful eyes.
As C passed up to bed this evening with another of her Headaches, I observe her lips & fingers moving. What are you doing? I ask.
I am counting the days, she says.
20 September
Mild
I cannot but wonder why the War between the American States is of such grave concern, disturbing my sleep. C says it is a simple matter-I thrived on the Hospitality of that Soil for thirty-three years & became the ardent supporter of its many just causes. Yet in these years at Lough Arrow I have sought to invest all my powers-of hope & strength & knowledge & affection-in the dire needs of my own people. If this incendiary conflict were indeed roused by the right or wrong of slavery I would side with the North. But as in everything in this world it is but Greed & more Greed which requires the issue of slavery to mask the wicked truth.
May God have mercy upon Union & Confederate troops alike, & upon President Lincoln in this crucifying Struggle.
Balfour’s condition appears remedied. I would have him feel indebted to me-but we shall see. I have diagnosed his wife’s condition as stemming from a disreputable kitchen & have advised the frequent sterilizing of knife blades, basins & tableware. This counsel met with eyebrows raised to the brim of her cap. Thus any good I might have done with Balfour may be undone by my bold come-uppance of their Yorkshire cook & scullery maids.
As Nephew has lodged with us many days beyond the month, I ask when he intends returning home. He says he is having difficulty getting the carriage brought out. I say I will send Keegan to inquire though it will be some days hence, as Keegan is to wed tomorrow at noon.
I believe Keegan expected me to rouse a celebration but C & I not yet recovered from the one roused earlier. I will provide a fair portion of whiskey, & tobacco to lift a haze over the celebrants. C will send ahead a large pot of Apple Dumplings. I’ve no more to give, she says-I am given out.
21 September
A grand day
I took some time in making my toilet this morning & was dashed when I looked in the mirror to comb my graying beard. It is every morning of every day that I look upon this face & yet this time saw it more soberly.
My brow displays the furrows of a potato field! I examine my pate-tis growing as bald as Uncles- & recall that Father possessed a head of hair to equal any privet hedge. It must be true that the persecution of baldness travels down the maternal line. At the long mirror in the upper hall, I pause to judge my physique. Taller, in the main, than most & fit enough-with no paunch thanks to God. I do heartily despise the paunch.
Having a few minutes to spare I sit to this journal-it has become a warm friend who hears all, sees all & forgives all.
Keegan’s Bride will be moving into the little room next to the Surgery as she’s ‘after being close to the housekeeping.’ It was never meant to lodge two people, but we have nonetheless furnished these tight Quarters with a good bed, a floor mat, two chairs & a bureau. The turnips & potatoes have more room in their cellar than the newlyweds will enjoy in this cranny. Fiona to bring ‘a wee drop’ of her own things, according to Keegan. We will then be at full house until Nephew & his legions depart, please God.
Speaking of the legions, they wish to accompany us to the Wedding today. How on earth we are all to be transported I cannot say-I shall not risk the ruination of my Carriage by adding even one more passenger to the load over four miles of rough track. As to why they must attend the Wedding of a complete stranger, I posit they are following the scent of Whiskey & Apple Dumplings.