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"I'll do that same with all the pleasure in life," answered Dan, "though it may be a hard matter to keep our eyes open to-night, seeing we were waking Pat Casey till a late hour this morning, and then, after seeing him laid dacently under the turf, had to drink long life and success to his sperrit and a short stay in purgatory, where the praste told us he had gone though, being a kind-hearted man, he'd do his best to pray him out of it."

"Would to heaven it had been! Lucy, what if he were the man I was fated to " "He? Why, he's a praste, a Popish praste, that can't marry if he would, poor wratch." "He is none; and I have cause enough to know it!" And, for want of a better confidant, Rose poured into the willing ears of her companion the whole story of yesterday's meeting. "He's a pretty wooer!" said Lucy at last, contemptuously.

Nobody to care for you, indade, with the gentry comin' every day to inquire for you, the praste a readin' his prayers in this very room, and the foine gintleman who was on the ship a sittin' down stairs three mortal hours waitin' to know if you waked up dead or alive, and thankin' God when it was alive I told him you was." "Who, Jennie? What gentleman?" Bessie asked. "Mr.

He likes the pictures I make; and, Katy, you won't believe it till I show you my little bank book, but for the three already published with their illustrations he pays me five hundred nice, long, smooth, beautifully decorated, paper dollars!" "Judas praste!" cried Katy, her hands once more aloft. "Ye ain't manin' it, lambie?" "Yes, I are," laughed Linda.

"I s'pose it's his new foreign style of writing and spelling that prevented my making out your name at first?" "Sure, sor, he wanted the praste fur to soign it," said the other in his racy brogue.

"Ye're a purty sailor, buttoned up in a long-tail coat, wid a white hankerchy round yer neck. Have ye been foolin' paple wid makin' 'em think ye're a Protestant praste?" "I've been blowin' glass, Sweeny," replied the sniffling voice of Phineas Glover. "Blowin' glass! Och, yees was always powerful at blowin'. But I niver heerd ye blow glass. It was big lies mostly whin I was a listing."

Biddy, learning they were to have a visit from the "Protestant praste," turned first pale, then red, and when the old gentleman dismounted at the door, she let fall the shoulder of bacon, which she was preparing for the supper, and darted behind the screen, in her haste hitting her foot against the lowest tin, in a pile of two dozen, which brought the rest down to inquire into the state of affairs.

Underwood had found her in dire need in the workhouse, a child herself of seventeen with a new-born babe, fresh from the discovery that the soldier-husband, as she thought, and who had at least gone before the praste with her, and brought her from her Kilkenny home, was previously husband to another woman. She was tenderly cared for by Mr.

"It goes to my heart, mother, that the money we earn so hardly, and which should be kept to comfort your old age, should go for nothing, or worse." "I will do it no more. Make yer heart aisy, honey. Never a penny o' mine will the praste hould in his hand again." "He will visit you, mother." "An' what o' that? Let him coom.

While I was revolving in my own mind what would be the best to read to him, the book was rudely wrenched from my hand by a tall, gaunt woman, who just then entered the room. "Och! what do you mane by disturbing him in his dying moments wid yer thrash? It is not the likes o' you that shall throuble his sowl! The praste will come and administher consolation to him in his last exthremity."

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