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Margaret in exceeding surprise, rose and approached him: "Art dear," she said, "in the name of God, what's the matter?" "Maybe my father's sick, mother," said little Atty; "sure, father, if you are, I an' the rest will go out ourselves, an' you can stay at home; but we needn't go this day, for my mammy brought us as much as will put us over it."
Grey, we must go to the dinner-party, or what would people say? Phillis, take Arthur from Mrs. Grey and carry him up to the nursery." But Arthur screamed, and clung with all his might to his step-mother's neck. "He is hurt," said Christian, firmly, "and I can not have him moved. Hush, Atty! you grieve papa. Be quiet, and nobody shall touch you but papa and me."
"Ah," she said, "I am asleep and don't waken me; if it wasn't for your sakes, darlins, it's I that long to be in that sleep that we will never waken from; but sure, lost in misery as we are, what could yez do without me still?" "What do you mane, mammy?" said Atty; "sure doesn't everybody that goes to sleep waken out of it?" "No, darlin'; there's a sleep that nobody wakens from."
"Bekase, you know, he'd go to heaven, and I'd like to be wid him; sure he'd miss me his own Atty wherever he'd be." "And so you'd lave me and your sisters, Atty, and go to heaven with your father!" The boy seemed perplexed; he looked affectionately at his mother, and said
She then threw herself beside the body of their child, and shouted out "Atty, our blessed treasure, I have forgiven your father for you in your blessed name, and in the name of the merciful God that you are now with, I have forgiven your unhappy find heart-broken father as you would do, if you could, our lost treasure, as you would do."
Titia lost her prim conceit, Atty his selfish roughness, and Oliver became a perfect little angel of a child for at least one hour a day the hour they spent with their father. It was a pretty picture. Christian, sitting apart, with the gulf of shining mahogany between, bridged it often with her wistful eyes, but she never said a word.
"That's it, Atty darlin' come an' kiss me for that; yes, I'm one of the great Fermanagh Maguires. Isn't that a glorious thin', Atty?" "Now, Art, darlin', will you let me help you to bed think of the hour it is." "I won't go, I tell you. I'll sit here wid my head on the table all night. Come here, Atty. Atty, it's wondherful how I love you above all creatures livin' do I love you.
Be the contints o' the book, Atty, if you don't dhrink I'll knock your head agin the wall, you gommoch!" * Mass, humorously so called, from the fact of those who attend it beating their breasts during their devotions. "Why, thin, by all that's beautiful, it's a good spree; and we'll stick to you like pitch." "Be the vartue o' my oath, you don't desarve to be in it, or you'd dhrink dacent.
"Father," said the child, "will you come over and lie down upon the straw, for your own me, for your own Atty; and then you'll fall into a sound sleep?" "I will, Atty, for you for you I will, Atty; but mind, I wouldn't do it for e'er another livin'."
For instance, he had often told his wife that if Atty had recovered, sound in body and mind, he had determined never again to taste liquor; "but," said he, "when I seen my darlin's mind gone, I couldn't stand it widout the drop of drink to keep my heart an' spirits up."
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