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S., and that that accounts for the name of Arthur Maguire being in the letter." All Phelim's attempts to extricate himself were useless. He gave them the proper version of the letter affair with Fool Art, but without making the slightest impression. The jailer desired him to be locked up.

The reader is aware that the history of Phelim's abrupt engagement with the housekeeper, was conveyed by Fool Art to Sally Flattery. Her thievish character rendered marriage as hopeless to her as length of days did to Bridget Doran. No one knew the plan she had laid for Phelim, but this fool, and, in order to secure his silence, she had promised him a shirt on the Monday after the first call.

We're not married yet; an' I've a consate of my own, that she's done for the ten guineas, any how!" A family council was immediately held upon Phelim's matrimonial prospects. On coming close to the speculation of Miss Patterson, it was somehow voted, notwithstanding Phelim's powers of attraction, to be rather a discouraging one. Gracey Dalton was also given up.

"Still, Antony, I'd like that they'd have somethin' more." "Well, then, Paddy, spake up for yourself," observed Larry. "What will you put to the fore for the colleen? Don't take both flesh an' bone!" "I'll not spake up, till I know all that Phelim's to expect," said Donovan. "I don't think he has a right to be axin' anything wid sich a girl as my Peggy." "Hut, tut, Paddy!

Now circumstances were added, fresh points made out, and other dramatis personae brought in all with great felicity, and quite suitable to Phelim's character. Strongly contrasted with the amusement of the parishioners in general, was the indignation felt by the three damsels and their friends.

Phelim's father and mother had been married near seven years without the happiness of a family. This to both was a great affliction. Sheelah O'Toole was melancholy from night to morning, and Larry was melancholy from morning to night. Their cottage was silent and solitary; the floor and furniture had not the appearance of any cottage in which Irish children are wont to amuse themselves.

"Sally, achora," said Phelim, when he saw her in distress, "what's the fun? Where's your father?" "Oh, Phelim," she replied, bursting into tears, "long runs the fox, but he's cotch at last. My father's in gaol." Phelim's jaw dropped. "In gaol! Chorp an diouol, no!" "It's thruth, Phelim. Curse upon this Whiteboy business, I wish it never had come into the counthry at all."

"This bouncing patriarch," continued the priest, "has made his selection with great judgment and discrimination. In the first place, he has pitched upon a hoary damsel of long standing in the world; one blessed with age and experience. She is qualified to keep Phelim's house well, as soon as it shall be built; but whether she will be able to keep Phelim himself, is another consideration.

Arrah, Phelim, will you tell us candidly ah I beg your pardon; I mean, will you tell us the best lie you can coin upon the cause of your coming to imbibe moral and literary knowledge? Silence, boys, till we hear Blessed Phelim's lie." "You must hear it, masther," said Phelim. "I'm comin' to larn to read an' write." "Bravo!

Phelim's want of dress in his merely boyish years being, in a great measure, the national costume of some hundred thousand young Hibernians in his rank of life, deserves a still more, particular notice.