Doxis Glorioxis--Amin!" + + +

"Darby, thry this again," said Reillaghan, offering him another bumper.

"Troth an' I will, thin, for I find myself a great dale the betther of
the one I tuck. Well, here's health an' happiness to us, an' may we all
meet in heaven! Risthard, hand me that horn till I be goin' out to the
barn, in ordher to do somethin' for my sowl. The holy wather's a good
thing to have about one."

"But the dhrame, Darby?" inquired Mrs. Reillaghan. "Won't you tell it to
us?"

"Let Mike follow me to the barn," he replied, "an' I'll tell him as
much of it as he ought to hear. An' now let all of yez prepare for the
Midnight Mass; go there wid proper intuitions, an' not to be coortin'
or dhrinkin' by the way. We're all sinners, any way, an' oughtn't to
neglect our sowls. Oxis Doxis Glorioxis. Amin!"

He immediately strided with the horn under his arm, towards the barn,
where he knelt, and began his orisons in a tone sufficiently loud to be
heard in the kitchen. When he was gone, Mrs. Reillaghan, who, with
the curiosity natural to her sex, and the superstition peculiar to
her station in life, felt anxious to hear Darby's dream, urged Mike to
follow him forthwith, that he might prevail on him to detail it at full
length.

Darby, who knew not exactly what the dream ought to be, replied to
Mike's inquiries vaguely.

"Mike," said he, "until the proper time comes, I can't tell it; but
listen; take my advice, an' slip down to Peggy Gartland's by and by. I
have strong suspicions, if my dhrame is thrue, that Frank M'Kenna has a
design upon her. People may be abroad this night widout bein' noticed,
by rason o' the Midnight Mass; Frank has, friends in Kilnaheery, down
behind the moors; an' the divil might tempt him to bring her there. Keep
your eye an him, or rather an Peggy. If my dhrame's true, he was there
this night."

"I thought I gave him enough on her account," said. Mike. "The poor girl
hasn't a day's pace in regard of him; but, plase goodness, I'll soon put
an end to it, for I'll marry her durin' the Hollydays."

"Go, avick, an' let me finish my Pudheran Partha: I have to get through
it before the Midnight Mass comes. Slip down, and find out what he was
doin'; and when you come back, let me know."

Mike, perfectly aware of young M'Kenna's character, immediately went
towards Lisrum, for so the village where Peggy Gartland lived was
called. He felt the danger to be apprehended from the interference of