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Henry, Among the manny sacrifisis I imposed upon myself for your sake was that of not giving you anny news of me; but an iresistible voise now compells me to let you know the wrong you have done me. I know beforehand that your soul hardened in vise will not pitty me. Your heart is deaf to feeling. Is it deaf to the cries of nature? But what matter?
It would keep him out of mischief, and away from Anny Whistle. On my return home I met with a severe shock, in consequence of information which my mother did not scruple to communicate to me. Perhaps it was all for the best, as it broke the last link of an unhappy attachment.
If Henry does not hate me anny more after I am ded, ask him to berry a pore girl whose hart beet for him only, and to forgif me, for I did rong to meddle in what didn't consern me. Tak care of his wounds. How much he sufered, pore fellow! I shall have as much corage to kill myself as he had to burn his bak. Carry home the corsets I have finished. And pray God for your daughter. Ida.
P. S. If ye need anny more information take a longer dhraw. "'That, says Woo, 'is wan way iv r-readin' it. Read upside down it says that the impress has become a Swedenboorjan.
"We'll take ye back to camp for a little visit before we take ye to the 'Pen. A year in the cooler will do ye moore good, Oi'm thinkin', than anny other tratement. Here, Guy, you take the end av the rope and fetch the feller to camp, while I help Caleb." Guy was in his glory.
Suppose ye'er time has come. Th' fam'ly ar-re busy with their own thoughts, grievin' because they hadn't been as good to ye as they might, because they won't have ye with thim anny more, because it's too late f'r thim to square thimsilves, pityin' ye because ye'er not remainin' to share their sorrows with thim, wondhrin' whether th' black dhresses that were bought in honor iv what people might have said if they hadn't worn thim in mimry iv Aunt Eliza, wud be noticed if they were worn again f'r ye.
"The way he lives and talks 'No, thank you, I don't care for anny thing, says he, when you're standin' at the door of a friendly saloon, which is established by law to bespeak peace and goodwill towards men, and you ask him pleasant to step inside. He don't seem to have a single vice. Haven't we tried him? There was Belle Bingley, all frizzy hair and a kicker; we put her on to him.
Prince told me that one day this minister's valet, who was an Irishman, came to the consulate and said: "Oi 'll not stay wid his igsillincy anny longer; Oi 've done wid him." "What's the trouble now? said Mr. Prince.
Michael shook his head dolefully. "Mr. McCormick's aisy oh, aisy enough," he said. "He'll lep up at the idea of defendin' you, but I'm not takin' pleasure in goin' to Miles Calhoun, for he's a hard man these days. Aw, Mr. Dyck, he's had a lot of trouble. Things has been goin' wrong with Playmore. 'Pon honour, I don't know whether anny of it'll last as long as Miles Calhoun lasts.
'He have th' Civic Featheration again him. 'Who cares f'r th' Civic Featheration? says Mulcahey. 'They don't vote, he says. 'What 'll kill Dorsey, he says, 'is his bein' an Apee-a. 'He's no Apee-a, says Mike O'Neill. 'I wint to th' Brothers' school with him, he says. 'Whiniver a man comes up that can't be downed anny way, he's called an Apee-a, he says.
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