_That's_ supposin', mind, I don't recover; but if I _do_----.' 'Och, pacible, pacible, my son,' said Father Roach, patting his arm, and soothing him with his voice.

It was the phrase he used to address to his nag, Brian O'Lynn, when Brian had too much oats, and was disagreeably playful.

'Nansinse, now, can't you be pacible--pacible my son--there now, pacible, pacible.' Upon his two supporters, and followed by his little second, this towering sufferer was helped, and tumbled into the coach, into which Puddock, Toole, and the priest, who was curious to see O'Flaherty's last moments, all followed; and they drove at a wild canter--for the coachman was 'hearty'-- over the green grass, and toward Chapelizod, though Toole broke the check-string without producing any effect, down the hill, quite frightfully, and were all within an ace of being capsized.

But ultimately they reached, in various states of mind, but safely enough, O'Flaherty's lodgings.
Here the gigantic invalid, who had suffered another paroxysm on the way, was slowly assisted to the ground by his awestruck and curious friends, and entered the house with a groan, and roared for Judy Carroll with a curse, and invoked Jerome, the _cokang modate_, with horrible vociferation.

And as among the hushed exhortations of the good priest, Toole and Puddock, he mounted the stairs, he took occasion over the banister, in stentorian tones, to proclaim to the household his own awful situation, and the imminent approach of the moment of his dissolution..