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Every additional inroad upon the keg brought a fresh groan from Ellish; and even Peter himself began to look blank as their potations deepened. When the night was far advanced they departed, after having first overwhelmed Ellish with professions of the warmest friendship, promising that in future she exclusively should reap whatever benefit was to be derived from their patronage.

"Couldn't you have tould him what we agreed upon goin' up," observed Ellish; "but instead o' that, to begin an' tell the gintlemen so many lies about your bein' dhrunk, an' this bein' your birth-day, an' the day we wor marrid, an', Musha, sich quare stories to come into your head?" "Why," said Peter, "what harm's in all that, whin he didn't find me out?"

Ellish," he added, calling to an old female servant "you'll take a glass, Dominick, the day is cowldish Ellish, here take the kay, and get some spirits the poteen, Ellish to the right hand in the cupboard. Indeed, my health is very good, Dominick. Father Murray says he invies me my appetite, an' I tell him he's guilty of one of the Seven deadly sins." "Ha, ha, ha!

"Divil a pleasanter," said Peter: "I tell you, I'd like it well; an', for my own part, if the deludher here has no objection, I'm not goin' to spoil sport." Ellish looked hard at the priest; her keen blue eye glittered with a sparkling light, that gave decided proofs of her sagacity being intensely excited.

Let not our readers, however, condemn them for this. It was the act of society, and not of Peter and Ellish. On their parts, it was involuntary; their circumstances raised them, and they were compelled, of course, to rise with their circumstances.

"Why thin, do you know what, Ellish although I didn't spake it out, upon my faix I was thinkin' of it. Divil a word o' lie in it." "Oh, you thief o' the world, an' never to tell it to me. Faix, Pether, you're a cunnin' shaver, an' as deep as a draw well." "Let me alone. Why I tell you if I study an' lay myself down to it, I can conthrive anything.

The Lord rest his sowl in glory ha, ha, ha I'll never forget it. Paddy, the song, you thief?" "No, but tell them about that, Misther Connell." "Throth, an' I will; but don't be Mitherin me. Faith, this is The height o' good punch. You see ha, ha, ha! You see, it was one hard summer afore I was married to Ellish mavourneen, that you wor, asthore! Och, och, are we parted at last?

The landlord was at home when they arrived, and ordered them into the parlor, where he soon made his appearance. "Well, Connell," said he, smiling, "are you come to make me a higher offer?" "Why thin no, plase your honor," replied Peter, looking for confidence to Ellish: "instead o' that, sir, Ellish here " "Never heed me, alanna; tell his honor what you've to say, out o' the face. Go an acushla."

He was completely passive in their hands, and complied. This had the desired effect, and he found himself able to attend the funeral. When the friends of Ellish assembled, after the interment, as is usual, to drink and talk together, Peter, who could scarcely join in the conversation, swallowed glass after glass of punch with great rapidity.

"Come," replied the priest, "there's my hand, it's a bargain; although I must say there's no removing you from your point. I will give four hundred, hook or crook; but I'll have sad scrambling to get it together. Still I'll make it good." "Down on the nail?" inquired Ellish. "Ay! ay! Down on the nail," replied the priest.