I turned to Donovan, and whispered, 'Is she ill ?' and he whispered again, 'Her heart's broke at leaving the old place where she's lived so long.

She's raising the keen over the cold hearthstone.

It's the way of the Burkes.' I don't know when I was so affected in my life.

Somehow, that exquisite line came to my remembrance,-- "'And the hare shall kindle on the cold hearth-stone,' "and I went back quietly with Donovan; and, by Jove, sir, when we came out the great ass had the tears running down his cheeks.

I have always felt kindly to that man since." "Ah, Captain," said Desborough, "with all our vanity and absurdity, we Irish have got good warm hearts under our waistcoats.