the boat,

me. Lely man!"

Milis krow.

- ke, • I bbi thee say

art thou

frame of mine was wrenched

ny,

frei me to be in my tale;

left me free.

then, at an uncertain hour,

That azony returns:

And till my ghastly tale is told,

This heart within me burns.

HERE'S no use in talken about it, Phad- | hen to sit upon Nelly O'Leary's chickens, do what rig. I know an I feel that all's over wit me. My pains are all gone, to be sure -but in place o' that, there's a weight like a quern stone down upon my heart, an I feel it blackenen within me. All I have to say is think o' your own Mauria when she's gone, and be kind to poor Patcy."

we could. Everything loves its own. Then, Phadrig, if you see the floury potaties-an the top o' the milk- -an the warm seat be the hob-an the biggest bit o' meat on a Sunday goen away from Patey-you'll think o' your poor Mauria, an do her part by him; just quietly, and softly, an without blamen the woman-for it is only what's nait'rel, and what many a stepmother does without thinking o' themselves. An above all things, Phadrig, take care to make him mind his books and his religion, to keep out o' bad company, an study his readin-made-aisy, and that's the way he'll be a blessing an a comfort to you in your old days, as I once thought he would be to me in mine."

"Phadrig, there's noan. I'm goen fast, an if you have any regard for me, you wont say anythin that'll bring the thoughts o' you an him between me an the thoughts o' heaven, for that's what I must think of now. An if you marry again— "Oh, Mauria, honey, will you kill me entirely? tone of deep affliction. Is it I'll marry again?"

Here her husband renewed his promises in a

"An now for yourself, Phadrig. Remember the charge that's upon you, and don't be goen out venturen your life in a little canvas canoe, on the bad autumn days, at Ballybunion; nor wit foolish boys at the Glin and Tarbert fairs ;--and don't be so wake-minded as to be trusten to card-drawers, an fairy doctors, an the like; for it's the last word the priest said to me was, that you were too superstitious, an that's a great shame an a heavy