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Won't he have all his father's wealth? won't he have all his land when the ould man dies? and indeed it's he that will live in jinteel style when he gets everything into his own hands, as he ought to do, an' not go dhramin' an' dhromin' about like his ould father, without bein' sartin whether he's alive or not.

"What is this," said he to himself; "am I on my trial? or is it some dhrame that I'm dhramin' at home in my own poor place among my heart-broken family?" A little time, however, soon undeceived him, and awoke his honest heart to a true perception of his happiness.

"I'm not asleep; I'm not dhramin'," said he, rubbing his eyes, and stamping slightly on the pavement, to assure himself that he was wide awake. "It is a quare business, whatever it is; an' it's not alone that, but everything about town looks strange to me. There's Tresham's house new painted, bedad, an' them flowers in the windies!

Lie to till I be afther boardin' you. Sure, they are lyin' to divil a rag of canvas on her are they aslape or dhramin'? Here, Dick, let me get aft wid the sheet; the wind'll take us up to her quicker than we'll row." He crawled aft and took the tiller; the breeze took the sail, and the boat forged ahead. "Is it daddy's ship?" asked Dick, who was almost as excited as his friend.

Wirra, wirra! but it's some folks have luck, says I, as the train took me out av' Waterloo in a third-class smoker, while you were left on the platform sheddin' half-crowns out av every pore for the newspaper boys an' porters to pick up, and smilin' like a baby dhramin' av the bottle.

The old man, touched a little by the affecting language of his wife, began to lose the dull stony look we have described, and his eyes turned upon those who were about him with something like meaning, although at that moment it could scarcely be called so. "Am I dhramin'?" he asked. "Is this a dhrame? What brings the people all about us?

"Bedad, sorr, it sames I'm dhramin', sure," observed Tim Rooney to Mr Mackay as the two now stood together on the forecastle, looking out over the hows. "It's moighty loike the ould river; an' I'd a'most fancy I wor home ag'in, an' not in Chainee at all at all!" "You're not far wrong, bosun," replied Mr Mackay, smiling at his remark, or rather at the quaint way in which it was made.

"Well, an' I might do worse; when I'm dhramin' about it, I'm doin' no sin to any one. But, listen, you must keep the house to-morrow while I'm at the market. Won't you, Pether?" "An' who's to open the dhrain in the bottom below?" "That can be done the day afther. Won't you, abouchal?" "Ellish, you're a deludher, I tell you. Sweet words; sowl, you'd smooth a furze bush wid sweet words.

'Twas no notion of his own to be lavin' her, I'll say that for him." "Whethen now, but that was as curious a plan as ever I heard tell of for keepin' a person from dhrowndin'," said Ody; "to be sendin' him off over the rowlin' says, sailin' goodness can tell you how many hunderds and tousands of miles. What was she dhramin' of at all at all to go do such a thing?"

"Flowers," said she. The breeze, which had shifted several points since midday, was bearing with it a faint, faint odour: a perfume of vanilla and spice so faint as to be imperceptible to all but the most acute olfactory sense. "Flowers!" said the old sailor, tapping the ashes cut of his pipe against the heel of his boot. "And where'd you get flowers in middle of the say? It's dhramin' you are.

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