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Updated: June 15, 2025
Your mothers, your wives, have young innocent childhre like it. Oh, spare her, think for a moment that it's one of your own; spare it, as you hope to meet a just God, or if you don't, in mercy shoot me first put an end to me, before I see her burned!" The Captain approached him coolly and deliberately.
I'm alone, an' I'll be always lonely. Who have I now to comfort me? I know I have good childhre, neighbors; but none o' them, all of them, if they wor ten times as many, isn't aqual to her that's in the grave. Her hands won't be about me there was tindherness in their very touch.
"People may love their childhre as much as they plase, Kathleen, if they don't let their grah for them spoil the crathurs, by givin' them their own will, till they become headstrong an' overbearin'. Now, let my linen be as white as a bone before Monday, plase goodness; I hope, by that time, that Jack Dogherty will have my new clo'es made; for I intind to go as dacent as ever they seen me in my best days."
"Well, it's one comfort, that nobody knows it but ourselves. The poor childhre, for their own sakes, won't ever breathe it; so that it's likely the sacret 'll be berrid wid us." "I hope so, acushla. Does this coat sit asy atween the shouldhers? I feel it catch me a little." "The sorra nicer. There; it was only your waistcoat that was turned down in the collar. Here hould your arm.
Come to my arms, asthore machree my heart s breakin' but it's wid happiness don't be frightened it's wid joy I'm sheddin' these tears it's wid happiness an' delight In' cryin'! Jemmy is livin', an' well, childhre he's livin' an' well, Vara the star of our hearts is livin', an' well, an' happy! Kneel down, childhre kneel down!
Phelim," "Amin!" "Amin!" "Now, Mrs. Doran, acushla, if you could jist know how asy my conscience is about the childhre, poor crathurs, you'd be in mighty fine spirits. There won't be sich a lovin' husband, begad, in Europe. It's I that'll coax you, an' butther you up like a new pair o' brogues; but, begad, you must be sweeter than liquorice or sugar-candy to me. Won't you, darlin'?"
Oh, my poor eye! it's like a coal of fire but sure it was worth the risk living with her for the sake of the purty property. And sure I was thinkin' what a pleasure it would be living with you, and tachin' your wife housekeepin', and bringing up the young turkeys and the childhre but, och hone, you'll never do a bit o' good, you that got sitch careful bringin' up, Andy Rooney!
If I hadn't thought of helpin' his Reverence here when he was young and away from his own, he wouldn't think of callin' upon us this day as he was passin'. You see the hand of God is in it, childhre: which it is, indeed, in every thing that passes about us, if we could only see it as we ought to do. Thin, but I'd like to look upon your face, sir, if it's plasin' to you?
If you could see how the father of a family, after striving to bear up, sinks down at last; if you could see the look he gives at the childhre that he would lay down his heart's blood for, when they sit naked and hungry about him; and the mother, too, wid her kind word and sorrowful smile, proud of them in all their destitution, but her heart breaking silent! All the time, her face wasting away.
Oh, it's past it's past! it's all past, an' gone all hope's over! Heavenly fither!" The daughter, after listening for a moment, in a paroxysm of wild grief, clasped her mother's recumbent body in her arms, and kissed hen lips with a vehemence almost frantic. "You won't go, my darlin' is it from your own Mary that you'd go? Mary, that you loved best of all your childhre!
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