110 DIGGING ‘A GRAVE

you, and it’s as true as that you’ re standing
there, that half the oraves there, ay, and more,
have been dug—not by spade and shovel,
but by a wine-glass! it’s a quare way of put-
ting it, but ’ts the TRUTH.

What ails you, Mais Ty, you’re as white as a

 
 

May blush, and your ips all of a tremble,
said the milk woman. , :
oe Because,” replied Mary, “I never saw
the curse and destruction of drink as I saw
it yesterday never understood what it does, and
keeps doing every hour of the day and night ;
never took it in before, though its been the ruin-
ation of me and mine, off an on, these hundred
years! and sure Peggy has seldom the word
for two hours together out of her lips ; ; but
it never came home to me, until the last
twelve hours, and. now I can hear or see
nothing! nothing but the curse’ drink hase
brought on big and little, young and old,

rich.and poor, on the shrivelled corpse in

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