never thought of coming near Castle Rackrent without a present of something or other—­nothing too much or too little for my lady—­eggs, honey, butter, meal, fish, game, grouse, and herrings, fresh or salt, all went for something.  As for their young pigs, we had them, and the best bacon and hams they could make up, with all young chickens in spring; but they were a set of poor wretches, and we had nothing but misfortunes with them, always breaking and running away.  This, Sir Murtagh and my lady said, was all their former landlord Sir Patrick’s fault, who let ’em all get the half-year’s rent into arrear; there was something in that to be sure.  But Sir Murtagh was as much the contrary way; for let alone making English tenants [See glossary 7] of them, every soul, he was always driving and driving, and pounding and pounding, and canting and canting [See glossary 8], and replevying and replevying, and he made a good living of trespassing cattle; there was always some tenant’s pig, or horse, or cow, or calf, or goose, trespassing, which was so great a gain to Sir Murtagh, that he did not like to hear me talk of repairing fences.  Then his heriots and duty-work [See glossary 9] brought him in something, his turf was cut, his potatoes set and dug, his hay brought home, and, in short, all the work about his house done for nothing; for in all our leases there were strict clauses heavy with penalties, which Sir Murtagh knew well how to enforce; so many days’ duty-work of man and horse, from every tenant, he was to have, and had, every year; and when a man vexed him, why, the finest day he could pitch on, when the cratur was getting in his own harvest, or thatching his cabin, Sir Murtagh made it a principle to call upon him and his horse; so he taught ’em all, as he said, to know the law of landlord and tenant.  As for law, I believe no man, dead or alive, ever loved it so well as Sir Murtagh.  He had once sixteen suits pending at a time, and I never saw him so much himself:  roads, lanes, bogs, wells, ponds, eel-wires, orchards, trees, tithes, vagrants, gravelpits, sandpits, dunghills, and nuisances, everything upon the face of the earth furnished him good matter for a suit.  He used to boast that he had a lawsuit for every letter in the alphabet.  How I used to wonder to see Sir Murtagh in the midst of the papers in his office!  Why, he could hardly turn about for them.  I made bold to shrug my shoulders once in his presence, and thanked my stars I was not born a gentleman to so much toil and trouble; but Sir Murtagh took me up short with his old proverb, ‘learning is better than house or land.’  Out of forty-nine suits which he had, he never lost one but seventeen [See glossary 10]; the rest he gained with costs, double costs, treble costs sometimes; but even that did not pay.  He was a very learned man in the law, and had the character of it; but how it was I can’t tell, these suits that he carried cost him a power of money:  in the end he sold some hundreds a year of the family estate; but he was a very learned man in the law, and I know nothing of the matter, except having a great regard for the family; and I could not help grieving when he sent me to post up notices of the sale of the fee simple of the lands and appurtenances of Timoleague.