on't you remember this
day week, when we were talking of M'Clutchy--'I hope,' says he, 'that
if he should come, I'll be where no agent can turn me out--that is, in
heaven--for I wouldn't wish to live to see you both and little Brian
put from the place that we all loved so well--and then he wiped away the
tears from his pale cheeks.--Oh! Torley, my son--my son--are you laving
us! laving us forever?"

The father sat down quietly on a chair, and put his hand upon his
forehead, as if to keep the upper part of his head from flying off--for
such, he said, were the sensations he felt. He then wrung his hands
until the joints cracked, and gave one short convulsive sob, which no
effort of his could repress. The boy soon afterwards opened his eyes,
and fixed them with the same peaceful and affectionate smile upon his
parents.

"Torley," said the mother, kissing him, "how do you feel, our flower?"

"Aisier," said he, "but I think weaker--I had a dream," he continued;
"I thought I was looking in through a great gate at the most beautiful
place that ever was--and I said to myself, what country can that be,
that's so full of light, and music, and green trees, and beautiful
rivers? 'That is heaven,' said a sweet voice beside me, but I could
see no one. I looked again, and then I thought I saw my three little
brothers standin' inside the gate smilin'--and I said, 'ar'n't you my
brothers that died when you were young?' 'Yes,' said they,'and we are
come to welcome you here.' I was then goin' to go in, when I thought I
saw my father and Brian runnun' hand in hand towards the gate, and as' I
was goin' in I thought they called after me--'wait, Torley, dear, for we
will follow you soon.'"

"And I hope we all will, our blessed treasure; for when you leave us,
son of our hearts, what temptation will we have to stay afther you? Your
voice, achora, will be in our ears, and your sweet looks in our eyes--
but that is all that will be left of you--and your father and I will
never have a day's happiness more. Oh, never--never!"

"You both know I wouldn't lave you if I could help it, but it's the will
of God that I should go; then when I'll be so happy, won't it take the
edge off your grief. Bring Brian here. He and I were all that was
left you, since Ned went to England--and now you will have only him. I
needn't bid you to love him, for I know that you loved both of us, may
be more than you ought, or more than I desarved; but not surely more
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