were
literally nothing else than the mere echoes of her own afliction; for
it was obvious that the love she felt for her husband and children,
unconscious as she then was of it, gave form to the sentiments which
her excited imagination had clothed in language that was so highly
figurative. For some time she was silent, or muttered to herself such
fragments of unconnected language as rose to her fancy--and ultimately
laid down her head upon the little grassy mound which constituted their
graves. Here she had not lain long, when, overcome by the fatigue of
the journey, she closed her eyes, and despite the chilliness of a biting
night, sank into an unbroken slumber.

Sleep on, poor sufferer--and let those whose crimes have placed thy
distracted head upon that cold and unnatural pillow, reflect that they
have a judge to meet, who will, in another life, not overlook the deeds
done in this. Who is there who would, even in this thy most pitiable
destitution, exchange thy innocent, but suffering spirit, for
M'Clutchy's heart, or the dark crimes which it festers.

At length she awoke, but whether it was that the keen and piercing air
had cooled the pulsation of her beating brain, or that the restoration
to reason, which is called, when applied to the insane--a lightening
before death--had taken place, it is impossible to say with anything
like certainty. At all events, on awakening, the first sensations she
experienced were those of surprise and wonder, and immediately did she
feel her mind filled with a train of shocking and fearful reminiscences.
Her physical sufferings were also great. She felt benumbed and chilled;
her heart was cold, and a shivering sickness ran through her whole
frame, with a deadly presage of approaching dissolution. She looked up
to the sky, then round her at the graves, and in a moment recognized the
burying-place of her husband and children. All the circumstances then
connected with the Extermination scene at Drum Dim, and that of the
treble death in the mountains, rushed upon her recollection with a force
at once vivid and powerful.

"Father of heaven,"* she exclaimed, "I have been driven out of my raison
by too much sorrow, and here I am restored to it on the very graves
where those that I love!"

* The reader is to remember, that she is supposed to give
utterance to all her feelings and sentiments in the Irish
language.

She then endeavored to rise, but found on making the atte