ch, because Kathleen could not be
longer away from home and you. We have brought a little fortune with
us, and mean to settle down here in dear old Killarney, if you will be
reconciled to us, and take us for neighbors."

"And if you will forgive me, for not coming back to you a great lady,"
said Kathleen, smiling.

"Don't say any more about that," said Michael More, embracing her for
the twentieth time,--"We are glad enough to have you back just your old
self, and it's quite content we are with your husband and the boy--and
bad luck to all fortune-tellers! say I."

With that, old Stephen blew an applauding farewell note on his bugle,
and the Mores and O'Donoghues all went into the cottage, where we will
leave them.

Limerick.

LITTLE ANDY AND HIS GRANDFATHER.

We travelled from Killarney to Tarbert, on the Shannon, by the
stage-coach, passing through several old, but uninteresting towns, and
seeing a great deal of barrenness and wretchedness on our way. At
Tarbert, we took a steamer, to ascend the river to Limerick, and as the
weather that afternoon was clear and bright, we had one of the most
delightful trips you can imagine.

The Shannon is a very noble river--in some places widening out like a
sea, and all the way running between beautiful green shores. There is
a place in the river, near the mouth, which has somewhat the appearance
of rapids, when the tide is coming in. This, the people say, is the
site of a sunken city, whose towers and turrets make the roughness of
the water. The whole city can be seen every seven years, but, as the
sight is said to be unlucky, every body avoids it. The whole story is
about as probable as the one I have told you of the damp and dubious
palace of the O'Donoghue.

Limerick is a pleasant and prosperous city, and has a very honorable
name in Irish history. The most interesting object that it contains is
the Castle, which was built by King John, and has stood for more than
six hundred years. In 1651, Limerick sustained a terrible siege, by
the Parliamentary forces, under General Ireton, the son-in-law of
Cromwell. It held out for six months, and would not have surrendered
then, though the inhabitants were dying of starvation and plague, had
it not been for the treachery of an officer of the garrison--one
Colonel Fennel. Among the most faithful and heroic of the city's
defenders, was a priest--Terence Albert O'Brien, Bishop of Emly. He
was so active and influ