'Long life to your honour! Long life to your lordship!' echoed on all sides.

'Just come, and going, are you ?' 'Good-bye to you all, good people!' 'Then GOOD-BYE is the only word we wouldn't wish to hear from your honour.' 'For the sake both of landlord and tenant, I must leave you now, my good friends; but I hope to return to you at some future time.' 'God bless you! and speed ye! and a safe journey to your honour!--and a happy return to us, and soon!' cried a multitude of voices.
Lord Colambre stopped at the chaise-door and beckoned to the widow O'Neill, before whom others had pressed.

An opening was made for her instantly.
There! that was the very way his father stood with his feet on the steps.

And Miss Nugent was IN IT.' Lord Colambre forgot what he was going to say--with some difficulty recollected.
'This pocket-book,' said he, 'which your son restored to me--I intend it for your daughter--don't keep it, as your son kept it for me, without opening it.

Let what is within-side,' added he, as he got into the carriage, 'replace the cloak and gown, and let all things necessary for a bride be bought; "for the bride that has all things to borrow has surely mickle to do."-- Shut the door, and drive on.' 'Blessings be WID you,' cried the widow, 'and God give you grace!'.