MOLLY MALONE.

Globe, Volume III, Issue 231, 6 March 1875, Page 3

MOLLY MALONE.

Molly Malone, a worthy washerwoman in the West of Ireland, used to say—and say almost invariably—after hearing a sermon on Sunday, that it was “mighty improvin. ’” One day, however, her clergyman, who was not quite content with this generality, spoke to her respecting his discourse, and Molly suddenly became what they call in Ireland “a little bothered. ” Nevertheless she got out of her difficulty with one of those parabolic answers which are such favourites with her class, and which, while it completely evaded the question, satisfactorily replied to it. “Well, Molly,” said the clergyman, “you liked the sermon, you say ?’ “ Oh, yes, your rivirence, ” was the reply ; “It was mighty improvin’.” And what part of it did you like best?” he continued. Well, sure, sir, I liked every part,” answered Molly. “But I suppose there were some portions of it that you were more struck with than you were with others?” persisted the parson. “ In troth plase your rivirence,” said the old woman, “ I don’t remember any part exactly, but altogether ’twas mighty improvin’.” “Now, Molly, how could it be.improving if you don’t remember any pai't of it?” asked the reverend gentleman. “Well, your rivirence sees that linen I’ve been washing and dhrying on the hedge there?” said Molly. “Oh, certainly,” was the answer'. “Wasn’t it the soap and wather made the linen clane, sir ?” asked Molly. “Of course they did,” said the rector. “ And isn’t the linen all the better for it ?” asked the old woman, “ Oh, no doubt of that, Mollly,’ was the reply. “ But not a dhrop of the soap and wather stays in it. Well, sir, it’s the same thing wid me,” continued Molly—“ not a word o’ the sarmint stays in me. I suppose it all dhries out o’ me—but I’m the better and the claner for it, when it’s over, for all that.”