Dream of Owen O’Mulready

HERE was a man long ago living near
Ballaghadereen named Owen O’Mulready,
MX, who was a workman for the gentleman
of the place, and was a prosperous, quiet,
contented man. There was no one but
himself and his wife Margaret, and they
had a nice little house and enough potatoes in the year, in
addition to their share of wages, from their master. There
wasn’t a want or anxiety on Owen, except one desire, and
that was to have a dream—for he had never had one.

One day when he was digging potatoes, his master—
James Taafe—came out to his ridge, and they began talk-
ing, as was the custom with them. The talk fell on
dreams, and said Owen that he would like better than any-
thing if he could only have one. |

“You'll have one to-night,” says his master, “if you do
as I tell you.” :

‘¢ Musha, I’ll do it, and welcome,” says Owen.

’ “Now,” says his master, “when you go home to-night,
draw the fire from the hearth, put it out, make your bed in