Can you conduct me there ?' "'Ay!' he replied with surprise; 'Why! Sure there's scarcely anybody there now.

When we go on farther, we may look up, but we'll see no smoke, as there used to be.

'Twas there young Torly Regan died on that day--an' her, poor Mary--but they're all gone from her--and Hugh the eldest is in England or America--but him--the youngest--he'll never waken--and what will the poor mother do for his white head now that she hasn't it to look at?
No, he wouldn't waken, although I brought him the cock.' "'Of whom are you speaking now, Raymond ?' "'I'll tell you two things that's the same,' he replied; 'and I'll tell you the man that has them both.' "'Let me hear, Raymond.' "'The devil's blessin' and God's curse;--sure they're the same--ha, ha--there now--that's one.

You didn't know that--no, no: you didn't.' "'And who is it that has them, Raymond ?' "'M'Clutchy--Val the Vulture; sure 'twas he did that all, and is doin' it still.

Poor Mary!--Brian will never waken;--she'll never see his eyes again, 'tany rate--nor his white head--oh! his white head! God ought to kill Val, and I wondher he doesn't.' "'Raymond, my good friend,' said I, 'if you travel at this rate, I must give up the journey altogether.' "The fact is, that when excited, as he was now by the topic in question, he gets into what is termed a sling trot, which carries him on at about six miles an hour, without ever feeling fatigued.