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Is there twelve in all?" "Twelve in all: I've calculated them." "Well, we'll hould to that. Och, och! I'm sure, avourneen, afore I'd let you suffer one minute's pain, I'd not scruple to take an oath against liquor, any way. He may go an wid the masses now for you, as soon as he likes! Mr. O'Flaherty, will you put that down on paper, an' I'll swear to it, wid a blessin', to-morrow."

Wouldn't it be too bad to have his toes tied thin, avourneen?" The coffin was then brought out and placed upon four chairs before the door, to be keened; and, in the mean time, the friends and well-wishers of the deceased were brought into the room to get each a glass of whiskey, as a token of respect.

She looked at her father and smiled again; but that smile cut him to the heart. "I will make the tea myself, father," she replied, "and I won't commit any more mistakes;" and as she spoke she unconsciously poured the tea into the slop bowl. "Avourneen," said her mother, "let John do it; acushla machree, let him do it."

"Well," said he to his wife, who was a woman of few words but deep feeling; "Kathleen, will you see that we get a glass of punch the boys and I; there can be no harm surely in drinking a ; but it's time enough to drink it when we see the liquor before us. Mary, avourneen, as you are activer than your mother, will you undertake that duty? do, avillish machree."

"No, avourneen, you did not; for it wasn't in you to offind a child." "Alley, you'll pardon me an' forgive me acushla, if ever if ever I did what was displasin' to you! An' call in the childhre, till I see them about me I want to have their forgiveness, too. I know I'll have it for they wor good childhre, an' ever loved me." Blessed Queen of Heaven, what will we do!

"'Sally, avourneen, says he, looking at her, 'I saw you when you had another look from what you have this night; when it wasn't asy to fellow you in the parish or out of it; and when he said this he could hardly spake.

"Sure, wasn't it in Dublin her health was drunk as the greatest toast in Ireland." She then added after a pause, "The Lord knows I wouldn't " "Wouldn't what avourneen?" "I was just thinkin', that I wouldn't marry a mad docther, if there was ne'er another man in Ireland. A mad docther! Oh, beetha. Then will you let us know the name that's upon him?" she added in a most wheedling tone.

Well, in a short time I was down; and my goodness! such a hullabaloo of crying as there was in a minute's time! 'Oh, Shane Fadh Shane Fadh, acushla machree! says my poor mother in Irish, 'you're going to break up the ring about your father's hearth and mine going to lave us, avourneen, for ever, and we to hear your light foot and sweet voice, morning, noon, and night, no more!

"And what are you the betther of all yer confessions? Did they ever mend yer temper, avourneen? no, indeed, Katty, but you're ten times worse tempered coming back from the priest than before you go to him." "Oh! Phaddhy! Phaddhy! God look down upon you this day, or any man that's in yer hardened state I see there's no use in spaking to you, for you'll still be the ould cut."

Isn't it the poorest, lonesomest, wildest, dreariest bit of a hill a person ever passed a life on? When she stopped a moment, with the tears streaming on her face, I told a little about the poverty I had seen in Paris. 'God Almighty forgive me, avourneen, she went on, when I had finished, 'we don't know anything about it.