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Burr's out and about again." "The axidint, at the Hospital. No, indade! And how's the poor woman, hersilf? It was the blissin' of God she wasn't kilt on the spot!" "It warn't a bad bit of luck. She'll be out of hospital next week, I'm told. They're taking their time about it, anyhow! Good-night to ye, missis! The rain's holdin' off." And Uncle Mo departed.
Anyhow he kep' me from slippin' my cable that time, but it was the good nursin' as brought me back my blissin' on the dear ladies as give their hearts to this work all for love! By the way," continued Flynn, coughing and looking very stern, for he was ashamed of a tear or two which would rise and almost overflow in spite of his efforts to restrain them but then, you see, he was very weak!
"I was upo' the tap o' the Nose jist as the sun rase, luikin' aboot me, an' awa' upo' the Boar's Tail I saw twa angels sayin' their prayers. Nae doobt they war prayin' for the haill warl' i' the quaiet o' the mornin' afore the din begun. May be ane o' them was that auld priest wi' the lang name i' the buik o' Genesis, 'at hed naither father nor mither, puir man! him 'at gaed aboot blissin' fowk."
"My blissin' on ye, Miles. John, is it?" "Yes, John," replied our hero, much amused at the free-and-easy address of the little corporal. "Well, John Miles," he said, "I don't know whether ye'll laugh or cry whin I tell ye that you'll likely be warned this evenin' for the draft that's goin' to Aigypt." "I certainly won't cry," returned Miles, with a laugh.
The Captain had by this time got into the way of giving the old woman her breakfast in bed every morning. "Go on," said the old woman, nodding. The Captain spread out the letter on his knee with great care, and read aloud: "My Dear Wopper, Got yer letter all right. "My blissin' to the poor widdy. Help her? ov coorse I'll help her.
"Wot a blissin' it is for a man to git his mouth open agin, and let his breath go free," cried Jo Bumpus, with a deep sigh. "Come, Corrie, give us a cheer hip! hip! hip! The cheer that followed was stirring and wonderfully harmonious, for it was given in a deep bass, and a shrill treble, with an intermediate baritone "Ho!" from Jakolu.
"That's cause yer intellects is obtoose, boy!" retorted Larry; "don't ye know that it's a blissin' to know where ye are, wotiver else ye don't know?
"Now I don't agree with ye," retorted Larry; "I used to think so wance, before I left the owld country my blissin' rest on it.
"It's all very well for you to talk o' goin' over, ye feather; but fifteen stun Ah, then, won't ye stop? Bad luck to him, he's got the bit in his teeth! Oh then, ye ugly baste, go, and my blissin' go with ye!" The leap was inevitable. Martin went over like a deer.
The familiar tones of a countryman's voice fell pleasantly on Larry's ear as he sprang into the tent, and, seizing the sick man's hand, cried, "A blissin' on the mouth that said that same. O Pat, darlint! I'm glad to mate with ye. What's the matter with ye? Tell me now, an' don't be lookin' as if ye'd seen a ghost."
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