fact that the woman here named--and truly
named--was called in by honest Ned Donnelly, who, I believe,
is alive, and could confirm the truth of it. I remember her
well, as I do the occasion on which she was called in by Ned
or his friends. I also remember that a neighbor of ours, a
tailor named Cormick M'Elroy--father, by the way, to little
Billy Cormick, who figures so conspicuously at the wedding--
called her in to cure, by the force of charms, some cows he
had that were sick.

"We were now all in motion once more--the bride riding behind my man,
and the bridesmaid behind myself--a fine bouncing girl she was, but
not to be mintioned in the one year with my own darlin'--in troth, it
wouldn't be aisy getting such a couple as we were the same day, though
it's myself that says it. Mary, dressed in a black castor hat, like a
man's, a white muslin coat, with a scarlet silk handkercher about her
neck, with a silver buckle and a blue ribbon, for luck, round her
waist; her fine hair wasn't turned up, at all at all, but hung down in
beautiful curls on her shoulders; her eyes, you would think, were all
light; her lips as plump and as ripe as cherries--and maybe it's myself
that wasn't to that time o' day without tasting them, any how; and her
teeth, so even, and as white as a burned bone. The day bate all for
beauty; I don't know whether it was from the lightness of my own spirit
it came, but, I think, that such a day I never saw from that to this;
indeed, I thought everything was dancing and smiling about me, and
sartinly every one said, that such a couple hadn't been married, nor
such a wedding seen in the parish for many a long year before.

"All the time, as we went along, we had the music; but then at first we
were mightily puzzled what to do with the fiddler. To put him as a hind
rider it would prevent him from playing, bekase how could he keep the
fiddle before him and another so close to him? To put him foremost was
as bad, for he couldn't play and hould the bridle together; so at last
my uncle proposed that he should get behind himself, turn his face to
the horse's tail, and saw away like a Trojan.

"It might be about four miles or so to the priest's house, and, as
the day was fine, we' got on gloriously. One thing, however, became
troublesome; you see there was a cursed set of ups and downs on the
road, and as the riding coutrements were so bad with a great many of
the weddine