WITH A WINE-GLASS. a

mad sort of whirling light as. they flashed
through the darkness. I can see it now,”
continued the old woman, pressing a hand
over her eyes; “TI can see the whole of it
now. The ould master, we heard, had a
wondertul funeral, for he was well beliked
in the country. My darling said she did
not know how they would get on by-and-by,
for her husband had little taste for field’
Sports; but I could see, and thanked God
for it, that her dear head was at peace |
—she rested on the oath he took against
‘stimulants,’ which was what she called all
kind of spirits. I prayed every night, on my
two bended knees, that God would give him |
| strength to keep that pledge; but I trembled
for her happiness; for I knew that he was
a man of sand,—no strength in him; a kind
give-way sort of heart; never able to say no,
and fond from his cradle of the drop,— but

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