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me. You see that slip of a girl had lost all
respect for her; and if she had not insisted
on your going to the house about the work
—dI can’t bear her to be seen, that’s what
it is; for my old heart cherishes her still! .
I staid as long as she let me, to-night; and
every cab I heard I hoped was the master,
for she had quite sobered down. And in
general she wants me to stay longer than I
can, for she thinks there’s no one so clever
about babbies as her own poor ould nurse ;.

but I fear she wanted me away, to have:

another turn at the drop. I asked to be let |
stay to see the master come home; but she
wouldn’t. O! Mary, the drink hangs like
a curse overhe, Tich and the poor ; the Ingh
and the low are poisoned by it. T’m sure
if it was only. the experience of this one day,
Mary, my darlin’, this one blessed day is
enough ; and I could talk till sunrise, for the

curse 1s spreadin’. May the Lord look down