our friend O'Finigan the
Philomath made his appearance, and as was his wont very considerably
advanced in liquor. The worthy pedagogue, on inquiring for the queen
of the kemp, as he styled her, was told that he might know her by the
flowers in her hair. "There she is, masther," said one of them, "wid the
roses on her head."

"Well," said O'Finigan, looking about him with surprise, "I have, before
now, indulged in the Cerelian juice until my eyes have become possessed
of that equivocal quality called the double vision, but I must confess
that this is the first occasion on which the quality aforesaid has been
quadrupled. Instead of one queen, wid Flora's fragrant favors in her
lock, I think I see four."

Finigan indeed was right. Dora, on being presented with a simple chaplet
of flowers, as the heroine of the night, in a spirit of true magnanimity
generously divided the chaplet among her three rivals, thus, like every
brave heart, resting satisfied with the consciousness of victory, and
anxious that those who had approached her so nearly should also share in
its honors.

It is not our intention to enter into a detailed account of the dancing,
nor of the good humor which prevailed among them. It is enough to say
that the old people performed minuets and cotillions, and the young
folks, jigs, reels, and country dances; hornpipes were performed upon
doors, by rural dancers, and all the usual variations of mirth and
amusement were indulged in on the occasion.

We have said that Tom M'Mahon and his family were there, but we should
have added, with one exception. Bryan did not arrive until the evening
was far advanced, having been prevented by pressing business connected
with his farm. On making his appearance, he was greeted by a murmur of
welcomes, and many an honest hand was extended to him. Up until then
there were two individuals who observed Kathleen Cavanagh closely, and
we must ourselves admit that both came to the same conclusion. Its was
clear that during the whole evening she had been unusually pensive,
if not actually depressed, although a general observer would have seen
nothing in her beyond the natural sedateness of her manner. The two in
question were Kate Hogan and Dora M'Mahon. On Bryan's arrival, however,
the color of her cheek deeped into a richer beauty, the eye became more
sparkling, and a much slighter jest than before moved her into mirth.
Such, however, we are, and such is the mystery of our nature.