Still, during this assumed calmness, the dear girl, every now and then, could not help uttering a short convulsive sob, that indicated at once her physical debility and extraordinary grief.

She was evidently incapable of entering into conversation, or at least, averse to it, and was consequently very silent during the whole morning.

As they stooped, however, to remove the coffin, she threw herself upon it, exclaiming, "Mother, its your own Dora--mother--mother--don't, mother--don't lave me don't--I won't let her go--I won't let her go! I--I--" Even before she could utter the words she intended to say, her head sank down, and her pale but beautiful cheek lay exactly beside the name, Bridget M'Mahon, that was upon it.
"The poor child has fainted," they exclaimed, "bring her to the fresh air." Ere any one had time, however, to raise her, James Cavanagh rushed over to the coffin, and seizing her in his arms, bore her to the street, where he placed her upon one of the chairs that had been left there to support the coffin until keened over by the relatives and friends, previous to its being-placed in the hearse; for such is the custom.
There is something exceedingly alarming in a swoon to a person who witnesses it for the first time; which was the case with James Cavanagh.
Having placed her on the chair, he looked wildly upon her; then as wildly upon those who were crowding round him.

"What ails her ?" he exclaimed--"what ails her ?--she is dead!--she is dead! Dora--Dora dear--Dora dear, can't you spake or hear me ?" Whilst he pronounced the words, a shower of tears gushed rapidly from his eyes and fell upon her beautiful features, and in the impressive tenderness of the moment, he caught her to his heart, and with rapturous distraction and despair kissed her lips and exclaimed, "She is dead!--she is dead!--an' all that's in the world is nothing to the love I had for her!" "Stand aside, James," said his sister Kathleen; "leave this instantly.
Forgive him, Bryan," she said, looking at her lover with a burning brow, "he doesn't know what he is doing." "No, Kathleen," replied, her brother, with a choking voice, "neither for you nor for him, nor for a human crature, will I leave her." "James, I'm ashamed of you," said Hanna, rapidly and energetically disengaging his arms from about the insensible girl; "have! you no respect for Dora?
If you love her as you say, you could hardly act as you did." "Why," said he, staring at her, "what did I do ?" Bryan took him firmly by the arm, and said, "Come away, you foolish boy; I don't think you know what you did.

Leave her to the girls.