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saved are listenin'-tell me the thrue it found a favourable response within answer to what I ask. It is not James Morrison's heart. The wise knowledge I want there is not a woman had convinced him that her turn in your life, or a thought in power was great. Her knowledge your heart, but it's tould to me; 'tis of his secret affliction had strongly for your good I spake--for nu desa- affected him, the novelty of his siver, an' no consaler, can get the tuation was not without its influence; threasure tbat's kep for the thrue and as he gazed on the withered an' the open-hearted."
form of what seemed scarcely to be “ Whatever I say," said the poor a habitation for the principle of life, youth, “I'll spake the thruth; but it and marked, in the features and coisn't out of any hope I'll spake. louring of the upturned face, the There's no good before me. What's hue and lineaments of the grave, in me, is in me; an' if you could put while in the glazed, the animated it out as easy as you made them eye, there was an energy and expreslights dark, I rather you tuk the life sion altogether strange to the relics o me than that that's in my heart of mortality in which it was exhibitout of it. Wise woman, there never ed, like the lights which may be was one before you the same as me made to gleam dimly through the -you never were asked to cure him sockets of the eyes in a skeleton, that would rather be in his grave— his thoughts became somewhat be. aye, or worse than have his cure: wildered, and for a time he felt the there's nothing for me but to die.” awe of a supernatural presence, and
" What do you wish for ?" said could not collect his faculties. Rethe sibyl, perfectly unmoved by the lieved a little by observing that the young man's passion and despair. mysterious eyes retained their up.
“What do I wish for? Did you ward direction, and did not seek to ever hear of one that wished for the penetrate his hidden thoughts, reshining stars to be brought down to collection returned, and with many him, an' to have 'em for the lights interruptions, and much diffidence that his eyes were never to turn and confusion, he told his story of from ? I might as well tell you that's love at first sight-a frantic, and, what I wish, an' it would be as good but for the wild expectation of the for me as to be repating my folly.” moment, an utterly hopeless pas
“ An' if it was that itself you tould sion. me-there was them before me, The sibyl paused for a time as if when the world was better, that pondering on the recital to which could do what you desired. Did she had listened. “You spoke well,” you never hear of the ould times, said she," an' there's a good day bean' of them that could bring the stars fore you-it's a sore an' a strong out of the sky-aye, an' the bright charm you're under, but there's a moon-as aisy as I can gather what stronger that can break it. She has I want in my arub garden, an' kindle them that can do her bidding wellthe lights that bring them that have that rich girl has-but there's one power about me? I can't do such that can defate them.” Thus she things; but I can do the good you spoke, muttering indistinctly to herwant-an' I can make them that you self; then, in a more soleron tone, she think as high above you as if they addressed the young man. “ What's were holy stars, stoop down to folly to be done for your good must never where you go-an' to come where be known while the day has lightyou call-yes—an' to laive all that and the night that has neither moon are great, an' rich, and fond of 'em or star has darkness with it. You -and think it heaven on airth to be must sware that you'll not be the in the emptiest an' darkest cabin betrayer of what you are to see an' where James Morrison would say, to share.” The young man motioned Welcome. I can do this," said she, assent, and she continued, “Sware and struck her staff repeatedly with then, and repate my words,‘be them vehemence on the ground, and that can always know the heart, an' turned her face upwards, as if ap- the one that laives his light burning, pealing to some unseen being to that not to her that's to lie in your confirm her asseverations.
bosom, nor to him that has your life Although “ there was no voice, in his bands, not when you kneel be. nor any that answered” to the call, fore the priest to confess your sins, nor when he stands at your dying effect upon him, and that the im. bed, opening Heaven to resave you, pulse of curiosity bad its full force you'll bethray me in what I do for in determining his decision. He reyour good, under that blessed light, peated the words of the oath, and and with the help of the one that kept them. What he saw, therefore, owns it.'”
and shared in, has not been learned, There was a pause- the youth and the reader must be contented to hesitating to become bound by so remain in ignorance of the arts strict and fearful an obligation, and and ingredients with which Vhauria the old woman awaiting his decision, M'Grath composed her philters. without an attempt to influence it. An hour or somewhat more had “ Must I," said he at length, “ hide elapsed from the time when the two it from the priest? Sure that's like friends had left the sage's abode, beselling my sowl.”
fore, at her summons, they returned. " Is my sowl sould ?" replied the “Widow Morrison,” said the sage, crone. “Look, boy-is this the cross “ your son has that witbin him which I'm signing ?-Is this the blessing you must help to cure. It is not death I'm giving myself,” touching her that's come upon him, nor throuble forehead, breast, and right and left nor sorrow, if you and he are sav'd shoulder, and repeating in Irish, “in be them that's knowlegeable to adthe name of the Father, and of the vise you. He see his luck this good Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen. day, and there is not a better fortune -Is she sould that can do this ? No, before the richest in the land. The boy, there's not a work I do but I pride of the Coort-the one that have my groans to niake for it. If I loved you when you were more to have my time over them - surely her than the mother — she'll love they have their hour an' their re- you bether. 'Tis she must be the venge. If I bid them come an' help cure for your boy—'tis the thought me, an' they come—they burst to of her that ails him, an' 'id take his me like the storm of wind, when I life if I didn't help him. Never let can't keep them off, an' carry me eye look upon this little charm, antil where their power is too great for you give it in what she must dhrink; me.—Many a sore penance I have the boy knows well how you are to do-but the one that can pray to to give it, an' he'll tell you all.” God an' the saints, an' that can sign T he poor mother had been parthe cross on the head an' the heart tially prepared to understand the she is not sould to sin. From the nature of her son's affliction. Dupriest-aye—from priest and from ring the hour she remained with her Pope-in life an’ in death-you must companion on the hill, some indissware to consale what you're to see tinct intimations of his state had me doing; an'-if you break the oath been afforded her, and she was thus -you may be left on airth, a start, enabled to comprehend fully the for a show an' an example; but it's meaning of the mistress-magician's then you'll be sould in airnest-an allusions. Still her heart revolted at there'll be that within you that'll the thought of wronging the child she make men dread your looks, an’ 'ill had fostered. “ Is it a dhrench," give you the sintince of a trimbling (such is the rude term by which, in heart, antil your day is done, an ibat secluded region of Ireland, a you're called away to the place love-potion is designated, " is it where perjurers an' traitors have a dbrench I'm to be the mains of their airnings.”
giving to the lady-the best lady in A vague expectation, which he the whole country round? Don't put could not define to himself, bad for such a work upon me. God defend some time exercised considerable me, and the Blessed Vergin this influence over the youth's mind. He night-to make sich a lady as herself felt too, as if lifted out of the world laive house and home, an' father-to of ordinary life, and that rules and laive greatness and good-name, an' maxims, by wbich common things ibravel the world in disgrace for deare affected, should not have autho- maning herself to the likes of bim!” rity in the region to which he had - And the pride of the nurse for a obtained an entrance. It must be ac- moment eclipsed the mother's affecknowledged also, tbat the unyielding tion.--"Oh don't put it upon me; get resolution of the old woman had its the bad blood an' the wrong thought out of the poor boy, an' if all that I start, or scream, or faint, or betray can ever rap an' run will reward you, surprise, although such an appearI'll give it with a will, an' my heart's ance as she beheld under her roof blood to the back of it.”
might well provoke an exclamation The old woman fiercely interrupt. of wonder. It was of a man, mature ed her. “ Am I listening to the in years and form, but retaining the foolish talk? What made the blood ardour and vivacity of countenance bad? Answer me that. What put and gesture which decay before the wrong thoughts in his heart- advancing age. He was of a bold, was it nature—was it sinse?-An- if uot a lofty bearing, his figure acswer me, woman. Are you the one tive and well-proportioned, and his that knows how the wild notion braided dark green frock and some. came into the mind-an' changed the what picturesque travelling-cap, boy-an' made him be to-day what whose shaggy furniture contrasted you never saw him before ? Go, take effectively with his smooth brow and him to your house-pray for him, an' bright complexion, indicated a not cry over him-get the docther an' the less than dramatic attention to the priest-don't come-you that doesn't adornments of his person. His atknow the heart of a mother—to this tention was otherwise occupied now. place again. Get the bad blood and The herbs which had but late made the wrong thought out of the poor a goodly show, were no longer to be boy-What put 'em in him? Is it a seen on the table—their place was dhrench for the lady ?- Who gave supplied by a cold fowl, a loaf, and the sore dbrench to the boy ? Oh, a large bottle, with the requisite acit's very red the wine was, was pour companiment of plates and glasses. ed out for him !-He must dhrink to The transformation had been effecte the lady's health -'tis the mother of ed during the few moments in which him that makes it the black dbrink- the wise woman waited at her door; ing."
and when she turned round, it was The mother was thunderstruck to see that supper had been arranto think that fairy arts had been prac- ged, and to receive a smiling invitatised on her son, and that he must be tion to the good cheer prepared for their victim if she did not retaliate her. She did not, however, partake on her foster-child. It was too much with her guest except by sympathy; for her. However, the hysterics but so far as one could judge from and the wild eloquence with which, the altered traits of her countenance, in the intervals of convulsion fits, and the apparent satisfaction with she declaimed of her sorrow, ended, which she beheld the viands disapas it was not unreasonable to antici- pear before his spirited and well-suspate, in her submission to the old tained assault, this participation was sibyl's orders, and her consent to effectual. promise secrecy, and execute her “ That drawingroom of yours, dread commission.
mother,” said the less imaginative As the party retired the wise wo. feeder, as he copiously diluted with man glanced a look upon the black fair water a contribution' from the stone where the offerings of her vo- black bottle, “ would be rather a taries had been deposited. “ You chill abode in a black frost; even tothink this much," said she, “but night I should bave felt the hole ra. what is it to what I did for you, ther uncomfortable while you were what is it to the penance I must suf- deluding these fools, if they had not fer for what I did ? Go fast away, given me something better than the nowI must prepare for them that'll cold to think of.” soon be here—the best of every His mother interrupted," Stop thing they must have—or I the worst your wild and unruly speech, you of usage.”
poor thoughtless creature, for my Vhauria M'Grath bolted the door sake, if not for the fear of them that's when her visitors had departed. She maybe angry at your side.” lingered a few moments for the last " Whatever you like best, my poor sound of their receding footsteps, mother, I'll do or say; none but a and as she turned from her listening brute could vex you now, especially posture and moved towards her when your knowledge puts me in chair, another visitant in human form the way of doing the business I have was ready to receive her. She did not in hand in the way that will make my work completest. I might be him or his goodness,—the best friend beating the air for weeks without to the poor in the whole country thinking of any thing half so wise as round.” I learned in that little retreat of “And, in being so, the very worst yours.”
foe to the cause. It is his kindness “My dear child, this is a gentle to the poor that has dragged me to place, and many a thought that poor this d---d place, where I have mortals never could think visits them nothing to reward me but the sight that's in it. What was it you learn- of you - nothing but faint hearts ed?-may be I can tell you what it and forgetting of oaths. Out of the mains.”
country he must go, or, if he remain “ It means, mother, the readiest --the cause must not suffer.” way to remove an obstacle."
He paused a little, as if in thought, “An obstacle !—what's that ?-Oh and resumed aye, something that stands in your “Mother, Miss Elmere must not way. An' what is it, my dear, is taste your potion ;- you must have most in your way ?”.
her warned by a sure messenger; “ He that's most in the way of and, above all things, leave the mad those who sent me. You know too lover and his friends in ignorance much not to know who he is. What that she is on her guard. My life, do you think of Sir William El. and things of much more consemere?”
quence, require that this shall be “He's, they say, for I never saw done.”
MARY awoke later than her usual length he abandoned all points, and hour of rising, and hastened to try entered on the subject of whicb, eviwhether the morning air, and the dently, his mind was full. odours and melodies of the garden, “It's very unaisy I am to spake to would chase away the disagreeable your ladyship something one bid me fancies, which thronged to her re- to tell you;an'sure'twasn't far from membrance, of the night's alarm. being the death o' me when it went Among the means of distraction, she be me in the three—the shot I main had not computed the gambols, and just like a knife or a sheers.” attempts at speech, of an uncouth Mary started.--" Were you then looking boy, who, in his capacity of in the laurel last night ?_How could gardener's apprentice, had some you have behaved so ill?” times attracted her notice, and ex. « Oh, ill or well, there's one that perienced her bounty. His atten- I couldn't say again', desired me to tions were, on this morning, very have word wid your own honor last embarrassing. Mary was of too night or this morning, an' not to let gentle and benevolent a nature to mortal living besides yourself know pain any thing living. She sought the rights of it. An' I thought I could rather to escape from the persecution call you, for I see you at the windy, of her follower, than to command and when you went away I climbed him away ; but whenever she came up on to the three, an' I called you within shadow, however remote from aisy; but I waited—waited on antil the spot where she had left her I see you coming again to look out strange-looking cicerone, she found and I was jest going to spake, him busy, apparently, at his gar when-I thought it was death was den toils, but ready to start up for coming over me—there was the her annoyance the moment she ap- beautifullest music ever was heard proached him. He had repeatedly in the world-didn't you hear it, endeavoured to allure her into con- ma'am ?-it makes me thrimble now versation on the beautiful flowers to think of it, it was so sweet and wbich it had been her delight to at sthrange. Well, I begin to say my tend, but had the tact to perceive prayers, an' wid that I hear somethat his efforts were vain,—that he body spaking, an' in a moment afther spoke to an occupied mind. At the shot went off, an' the bullet
grazed be me, cutting thro' the a visit from her nurse, and was earthree. Sure enough 'twas time for nestly invited to the comfortable me to be off.”
home which his Honour's goodness « But what was it, Reily, you were had provided for her. It would be directed to tell me ?”
unprofitable to report the dialogue, « Would the Widow Morrison be in which, except for a little flutter up at the Court to see your Majesty in the manner of the widow, there this morning afore you come out ?" appeared no embarrassmenton either
“I believe she was, but did not side. The termination of the conwait for me.”
ference was too important to be pass“'Tis what she wants is to get you ed over. Nurse had arisen to deto see her house-but you aren't to part, not quite certain, from the go, at all, at all, by no mains.”
young lady's “fine English,” whe“Why not go visit my poor nurse, ther her invitation had been accepte and see to make her comfortable ?” ed or declined, and with somewhat
“ Aye-she'll tell you that she of confusion in her thoughts from wants you to see how snug she is an' her effort rightly to interpret, when, warm—but what do you think she in the steadiest tones, and with an wants wi' you? It's a dhrench she air of perfect intelligence, Mary said has to give you."
“ Give me, before you go, the paper " A what?”
you brought from Mrs M'Grath's“A dhrench-a dhrench for her Vhauria M'Grath's-the drench, you son James. He dotes down upon the know.” As if a supernatural light ground you walk on, an' they went were suddenly poured upon the coto one that could turn day into night, vert where an assassin lies in wait, Vhauria M'Grath, an' she gave 'em a and the villain is terror (or condhrench to give you.”
science) stricken by the unlooked “ What for-what is the drench for exposure, the widow felt her for ?”
mystery penetrated, and all her reso“It's to make you fall in love with lution forsook her. She sunk at James Morrison to make you think the feet of one whom she now relittle of all belonging to you, an' folly garded as of power not to be resisthim like his shadow (an' a brighted, and, trembling, lifted up her shadow you'd be, God bless you), or hands and eyes in speechless supplilike that little dog that's jumping on cation for pardon. Recalled in some you-Oh, God pity them that gets a measure to her senses by a renewed dhrench ! There was ould Widdy demand for the paper, she drew it Brown, an' she got what was mixed from her bosom, placed it on a table for her young niece-there wasn't a at her side, and passed a threshold tooth in her head, an' she shaking over which, it was her hope, she with the palsy--but it's little she should never return. matthered it, an'off she went to James Morrison scarcely felt a disVhauria M'Grath. “What ’ll I do?' appointment when he learned the says Vhauria;' will I break the charm, story of his mother's detection; but or will I put it on Nolicking Will? his despair became more gloomy. • It never can be broke,' says the The purpose of self-murder very widdy, 'without braking my heart'— rarely finds admission into the Irish an' she mumbling through her teeth heart. However it is to be explained, - here's five golden guineas,' says suicide is a crime of very rare occurshe,'an' put the pishague on the boy. rence in Ireland. The reader is not
It's little I care,' says Vhauria, 'for to look here for explanations of the your money'-an'she taking it, but it characteristic, or even conjectures wasn't long till Nolicking Will Treacy as to the cause of it. In the depth got thedhrench, an' gave up the niece, of his misery, it only for a moment an' was living in the widdy's house an' presented itself to poor Morrison's place; an' thrue for her the charm mind that life was in his own hands, wouldn't be broke, for they say that and in that moment he recoiled from in spite of all the ill-usage Will the foul suggestion, as if it had been gives her-an' it's he thit's no negur permitted him to see visibly the at the bating any way–he's the ould dread aspect of the tempter. He widdy's darlint, an' will till he'll be would not trust himself longer to the death of her.”
the solitude of the narrow glen, A little after noon, Mary received where he had lain motionless for