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"What else could you expect," said his wife, "but what you got? You're ever an' always too ready with your divil's grin an' your black prophecy to thim you don't like. I wondher you're not afeard that some of them might come back to yourself, an' fall upon your own head. If ever a man tempted Providence you do."

"Ah, dear me!" he exclaimed, with a derisive sneer, rendered doubly repulsive by his now hideous and disfigured face, "how pious we are! Providence, indeed! Much I care about Providence, you hardened jade, or you aither, whatever puts the word into your purty mouth. Providence ! oh, how much we regard it, as if Providence took heed of what we do. Go an' get me somethin' to put to this swellin', you had betther; or if its goin' to grow religious you are, be off out o' this; we'll have none of your cant or pishthrogues here."

"What's this?" inquired Sarah, seating herself on a three legged stool, "the ould work is it? bell-cat, belldog-Ah, you're a blessed pair, an' a purty pair too; you, wid your swelled face, an' blinkin' eye-arrah what dacent man gave you that? and you," she added, turning to her step mother, "wid your cheeks poulticed, an' your eye blinkin' on the other sidewhat a pair o' beauties you are, ha! ha! ha! I would'nt be surprised if the devil an' his mother fell in consate wid you both-ha! ha! ha!"

"Is that your manners, afther spendin' the night away wid yourself?" asked her father, angrily. "Instead of stealin' into the house thremblin' with fear, as you ought to be, you walk in wid your brazen face, ballyraggin' us like a Hecthor."

"Devil a taste I'm afeard," she replied, sturdily—“I did nothing to be afeard or ashamed of, an' why should I?"

"Did you see Mr. Hanlon on your travels-eh?"

"You needn't say eh about it," she replied; "to be sure I did; it was to meet him I went to the dance-I have no saicrets."

"Ah, you'll come to a good end yet, I doubt," said her father.

"Sure she needn't be afeard of Providence, anyhow," observed his wife.

"To the devil wid you at all events," he replied; "if you're not off

out o' this to get me something for this swellin' I'll make it worse for you."

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Ay, ay, I'll go," she said, looking at him with peculiar bitterness, "an? wid the help of the same Providence that you laugh at, I'll take care that the same roof wont cover the three of us long. I'm tired of this life, an' come or go what may I'll look to my sowl an' lead it no longer."

"Do you mane to break our hearts?" he replied, laughing, "for sure we couldn't do less afther her, Sally; eh, ha ha! ha! Before you lave us, anyhow," he added, "go an' get me some Casharrawan roots to bring down this swellin'; I can't go to the Grange wid sich a face as this on

me."

"You'll have a blacker an' a worse one on the day of judgment," replied Nelly, taking up an old spade as she spoke, and proceeding to look for the Casharrawan (Dandelion) roots which

he wanted.

When she had gone, the prophet, assuming that peculiar sweetness of manner, for which he was so remarkable when it suited his purpose, turned to his daughter, and putting his hand in his waistcoat pocket, pulled out a tress of fair hair, whose shade and silky softness were exquisitely beautiful.

"Do you see that," said he, " isn't that purty?"

"Show," she replied, and taking the tress into her hand, she looked at it.

"It is lovely; but isn't that aiquil to it?" she continued, letting loose her own of raven black and equal gloss and softness" what can it brag over that, eh?" and as she compared them her black eye flashed, and her cheek assumed a rich glow of pride and conscious beauty, that made her look just such a being as an old Grecian statuary would have wished to model from.

"It is aiquil to her's any day," replied her father, softened into affection as he contemplated her; "and indeed Sally, I think you're her match every way except-except-no matter, troth

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What are you going to do wid it?" she asked-" is it to the Grange it's goin'?"

"It is; an' I want you to help me in what I mentioned to you. If I get what I'm promised we'll lave the

country, you and I, and as for that ould vagabond, we'll pitch her to ould Nick. She's talkin' about devotion, and has nothing but Providence in her lips!"

"But isn't there a Providence ?" asked his daughter, with a sparkling

eye.

"Devil a much myself knows or cares," he replied, with indifference, "whether there is or not."

"Bekase if there is," she said, pausing “if there is, one might as well

She paused again, and her fine features assumed an intellectual meaning -a sorrowful and meditative beauty, that gave a new and more attractive expression to her face than her father had ever witnessed on it before.

"Don't vex me, Sarah," he replied, snappishly. "Maybe it's goin' to imitate her you are. The clargy knows these things maybe-an' maybe they don't. I only wish she'd come back with the casharrawan. If all goes right, I'll pocket what'll bring yourself an' me to America. I'm beginnin' somehow to get unaisy; an' I don't wish to stay in this country any longer."

Whilst he spoke, the sparkling and

beautiful expression which had lit up his daughter's countenance passed away, and with it probably the moment in which it was possible to have opened a new and higher destiny to her existence.

Nelly, in the mean time, having taken an old spade with her to dig the roots she went in quest of, turned up Glendhu, and kept searching for some time in vain, until at length she found two or three bunches of the herb growing in a little lonely nook that lay behind a projecting ledge of rock, where one would seldom think of looking for herbage at all. Here she found a little, soft, green spot, covered over with dandelion; and immediately she began to dig it up. The softness of the earth and its looseness surprised her a good deal; and moved by an unaccountable curiosity, she pushed the spade farther down, until it was met by some substance that felt rather hard. From this she cleared away the earth as well as she could, and discovered that the spade had been opposed by a bone; and on proceeding to examine still further, she discovered that the spot on which the dandelions had grown, contained the bones of a full-grown human body.

CÆLEBS IN SEARCH OF A BED.A ROMANCE OF THE MIDDLE AGES.

BY AN AMATEUR.

TO THE EDITOR OF THE DUBLIN UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE.

[SIR, As the season when the tea-drinkingest, car-drivingest, sea-bathingest, and country-lodgingest metropolis in the world-your own" dear dirty Dublin" (as Miss Fanny Kemble affectionately calls it)-annually migrates to the country, and her bourgeoisie is all agog after villas and apartments, sea air and mountain scenery; it occurs to me that the experience of an amateur in that line might be useful to many of your readers, and save the house-agency offices a considerable deal of fruitless trouble in the search for accommodation. If you think so too, the following eatalogue raisonneé is very much at your service and theirs.

Wishing yourself, Mrs. Poplar, and your numberless offspring, past, present, and to come, all the comforts of the villa season,

I have the honour to be, Sir,

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meditateth on his Many thoughts through his cranium kept dodging

"free unhoused

condition;"

Of changing his air-not his state;

And he oft mused of taking a Lodging,
But never of taking a mate.

III.

and contemplateth To the notion he never gave head-room,
a change.
That wives were not sometimes a teaze;
But conceived a nice parlour and bed-room
Were always conducive to ease.

thereupon;

IV.

Taketh measures So he took up his cane and his hat,
Repaired to the suburbs and shore,
Told the House-agents what he'd be at,
And ransacked their books o'er and o'er.

eth unto the diur-
nal press.

V.

but, failing, appeal- But his search and inquiry were vain
(Being rather precise in his views),
So to put himself quick out of pain,
He advertised in Saunders's News.

His method.

VI.

"An elderly Bachelor" (read

The Housewives, with Saunders in hand), "Wants an airy and well-furnished Bed

Room," etcetera and A-per-se-and.

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XVII.

The Elderly Gen- Like Othello, "perplext i' th' extreme"-
Or, in tripe-shop a delicate cat,

tleman [like unto the Moor of Venice,

or one of the Feline tribe], perplext by the variety, sitteth again;

and HUGGETH himself on his device. He setteth

As flowed in of answers the stream,
Our Elderly Gentleman sat.

XVIII.

Thinks he, "I have only to choose
The VERY best bed-room by far"-

out on a voyage of So, blessing the Saunders's News,
He called for his hat and the car.

discovery; and

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Discomforts in the

XX.

Mrs. (Blank's) was a closet two-bedded;
Miss (Star's) was a borough of rats;

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animal kingdom. Mrs. † (Obelisk's)—what he more dreadedA litter of squalling young brats.

XXI.

Space and gar- Mrs. Thingumbob's room was not spacious;
Miss C.'s was but furnished in part;

niture defective:

the amiabilities in Miss Jenny Scaisquoi looked so gracious,

excess.

That he took the alarm for his heart.

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and a fictitious no- There was Baymount, and Bayville, and Bayview, All turned with their backs to the bay,

menclature,

[together with

And Gaymount, and Gayville, and Gayview,
All looking the contrary way.

XXVI.

sundry other im- One room was as wild as a common;

perfections

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Another just six feet by four;

A third was a little more human,
But had'nt a lock to the door.

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