widow dropped
down dead; and there was a cry as for ten BERRINGS. 'Be qui'te,' says I,
'she's only kilt for joy;' and I went and lift her up, for her son had
no more strength that minute than the child new born; and Grace trembled
like a leaf, as white as the sheet, but not long, for the mother came
to, and was as well as ever when I brought some water, which Miss Nugent
handed to her with her own hand.

'That was always pretty and good, said the widow, laying her hand upon
Miss Nugent, 'and kind and good to me and mine.'

That minute there was music from below. The blind harper, O'Neill, with
his harp, that struck up 'Gracey Nugent.'

And that finished, and my Lord Colambre smiling, with the tears standing
in his eyes too, and the OULD lord quite wiping his, I ran to the
TIRrass brink to bid O'Neill play it again; but as I run, I thought I
heard a voice call Larry.

'Who calls Larry?' says I.

'My Lord Colambre calls you, Larry,' says all at once; and four takes me
by the shoulders and spins me round. 'There's my young lord calling you,
Larry--run for your life.'

So I run back for my life, and walked respectful, with my hat in my
hand, when I got near.

'Put on your hat, my father desires it, says my Lord Colambre. The ould
lord made a sign to that purpose, but was too full to speak. 'Where's
your father?' continues my young lord.--' He's very ould, my lord,'
says I. 'I didn't ask you how ould he was,' says he; 'but where is
he?'--'He's behind the crowd below, on account of his infirmities; he
couldn't walk so fast as the rest, my lord,' says I; 'but his heart
is with you, if not his body. 'I must have his body too, so bring him
bodily before us; and this shall be your warrant for so doing,' said
my lord, joking; for he knows the NATUR of us, Paddy, and how we love a
joke in our hearts, as well as if he had lived all his life in Ireland;
and by the same token will, for that rason, do what he pleases with us,
and more maybe than a man twice as good, that never would smile on us.

But I'm telling you of my father. 'I've a warrant for you, father,'
says I; 'and must have you bodily before the justice, and my lord
chief-justice.' So he changed colour a bit at first; but he saw me
smile. 'And I've done no sin,' said he; 'and, Larry, you may lead me
now, as you led me all my life.'

And up the slope he went with me as light as fifteen; and, when we got
up, my Lord Clonbrony said, 'I am sorry an old tenant, and a