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E. B. O'Callaghan went to Albany, and was there employed by the legislature of New York in preparing two series of volumes entitled A Documentary History of New York and Documents relating to the Colonial History of the State of New York, volumes which are edited in so scholarly a manner, and throw such light on Canadian history, that the Canadian historian would fain forgive him for his part in the unhappy rebellion of '37.
But little Jim was sulky. "I'm tired of gettin' up early mornin's just to be doin' girl's work," he said. Mrs. O'Callaghan nodded significantly at Pat and Mike. "What was that story, Moike, you was tellin' me about the smartest fellow in the Gineral's mess, before he got to be a gineral, you know, bein' so handy at all sorts of woman's work?
When news of the defeat spread over the countryside, the Patriote forces immediately disbanded, and their leaders sought safety in flight. Papineau and O'Callaghan, who had been at St Hyacinthe, succeeded in getting across the Vermont border; but Wolfred Nelson was not so fortunate.
He reached for the washboard as he ceased, and smiled lovingly on his mother. "Moike! Moike!" cried Mrs. O'Callaghan in a trembling tone, "'tis sweet to be took care of. I hain't been took care of since your father died." "Then 'tis time you was!" answered Mike. "And I'm the boy to do it, too. Come out, mother dear." And the mother went out. "But there's your housework, Moike."
Small, plain buildings they were, but they represented the firm convictions of the United Brethren, the United Presbyterians, and the Methodists for many miles around. Now all these people, vary as they might in church creeds, were united in a hearty admiration for plucky little Mrs. O'Callaghan. They all knew, though the widow would not own it, that destitution was at her door.
Recollection of old days in the Crimea, when Colonel O'Callaghan was in the 62nd Regiment, were revived under the provisioning process, which was by no means complete when he was formally "Boycotted," and left with 300 cattle and sheep upon his hands, with only one man to help him to look after them. Thirty odd herds, labourers, and other dependents have left Maryfort.
It's better than drinking; and we should come to that if we hadn't cards." "Oh, Miss Todd!" "You see you have your excitement in preaching, Mr. O'Callaghan. These card-tables are our pulpits; we have got none other. We haven't children, and we haven't husbands. That is, the most of us. And we should be in a lunatic asylum in six weeks if you took away our cards. Now, will you tell me, Mr.
Then, while Jim set the table, Pat fried the steak and Mike brushed up the flour from the floor. And now a burnt smell was in the air. It was not the steak. It seemed to seep out of the oven. "Open the oven door, Jim," commanded Mrs. O'Callaghan, after one critical sniff. The latest cook of the O'Callaghans obeyed, and out rolled a cloud of smoke.
And so Miss Baker walked on alone, perhaps a little piqued at being thus slighted. It was a strange sight to see the Rev. Mr. O'Callaghan among that worldly crowd of pleasure-seeking sinners. There were, as we have said, three sets of people at Littlebath.
Do you remember Jehoshaphat, dear Jehoshaphat?" And then having made her little answers, Miss Baker also passed on, and left Miss Todd in the act of welcoming the Rev. Mr. O'Callaghan. Miss Baker passed on, but she did so slowly.
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