WITH A WINE-GLASS. 109

“Tm going across the park to try to get
sight of our dear ould Peggy, who was called
out last night.” | |

‘And so was my mother,” replied her ac-
quaintance.

‘Poor Jenny Devereux had her brains as.
good as beat out by that blackouard of
hers, and my mother went to settle them
for her and make her lock him up, but she
says she won't turn him over to the law,
because when he’s sober, honest man! he’s
like a lamb, and would go through fire and
water for her; but mother says she can’t
get over it, the hurt is so bad; if Mrs. Byrne
was here,” added the woman, as she tripped
off, “ she’d say that’s another grave dug with
a wine-glass! ” ,

“Judy,” exclaimed Mary; “ stop, dear ;
don’t smile at that saying, never more! never!
never! I tell you, you just look and see that

graveyard forenimst us, how full it is. I tell