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foolish thing intirely, for any lady that has a good-looking Irish husband,
for they have a sweet way, without any ill intentions, only just divaishun,
sayingthings without any maning in them ; but anyhow she died, and he out
of honour married the one, the poor wife, the factions craythur, was jealous of.
She had the name of a power of money, but I’m thinking ’twas ‘ grate cry and
little wool;’ if it was, it’s, only a woman could put a blind on the masthcr.
She held out wonderful, for she never cared a traneen for him, soul or body,
and went oil‘ with a richer man; and that night, I’m tould, he cursed her on
his knees in his fury, then locked himself up in his own room; but while the
moon was shining, my father’s brother was forced to cross the churchyard, as
it was a short cut to the doctor’s, and he had some one at home in heavy
sickness: and what should he hear first of all, but moans and cries; and 111911
he was frightened, and thought something wasn’t right, and he stole as)’
along under the shadow of the ould wall, and there he saw the masther himself;
whose eyes he thought were too hard for tears, whining like a new-born
habby when first it draws in the cutting breath of a could world, muming
and Weeping, and calling--he a living man-calling upon the could clay of the
poor lady to forgive him: it’s little any one would think he had Illa! in him,
to see him at other times. He couldn’t get a divorce, great a man as he was,
for a rason the lawyers had about elane hands, which was a pity, for there
was 3‘ f“"i“ ‘Vlddy 13(1)’ dying for him, and it was she had the lashins; and
though he could not have her himself, he swore he'd blow any man’s brains
out that would look at the same side of the road she was on. But the widdy
cx,‘uldn’t wait; and the man she married was no gimlcman, for he knew
masther was on his keepin,’ and couldn’t go out into a tield to fight him, and
yet the cowardly rascal refused to meet him in the ould abbey and fight him
across a tombstone, which every one knew iv
rflxe same man had no luck, fol. he died from 3 fan off a bit of a pony; and
by that time the poor masther’
, . s ‘second’ was dead, and he might have had
“In; wldd-.l;'1aE1t1'"‘11“‘“‘15 bl“; m0r0's.tl1e pity, the spirit was (lying in him, and
01 y ?Pm ‘ 9 mW‘‘‘“‘]- “gin. Meetm’ Lord Airan one day, afther the b0)'5
got him iietumrizlb and his lottlxhip ‘valuing, to ,,,ye the inside of the road, he
says to um, ’I.eary salutes Arrana he . . .
. . “ sa ' t k ‘cl the
dlffer betwixt a , ' )5’ ‘ms ma mg mm ft
. . bitof a lord, and arale ould Irish gintleman. Poor dear
gmtleman! it would have been-better-‘he mm
mm the one he did‘ a mam ricd the other widd)’ Itself:
7 D 31' Out-and-outer site was -and had been in at the
deaths of three-e-and the more deaths they’re in at tlie less they mind it; for
all the world like ould fox-huntetg‘ She wantca jwjk in the county and.
thought he had it, which he hadn-‘t, for times war changed, and a little idirty
as an exact ten paces in length-