enuine blunders of the Irish--not those studied for
them by men ignorant of their modes of expression and habits
of life--are always significant, clear, and full of strong
sense and moral truth.

"He did it for his own sake, of coorse," said Nancy, "bekase one
wouldn't wish, if--they had it at all, to see any one belonging to them
worse off than another at their wake or berrin."

"Thrue for you, Nancy," said M'Roarkin, "and, indeed, Tom was well
spoken of by the neighbors for his kindness to his brother after his
death; and luck and grace attended him for it, and the world flowed upon
him before it came to his own turn."

"Well, when a body dies even a natural death, it's wondherful how soon
it goes about; but when they come to an untimely one, it spreads like
fire on a dry mountain."

"Was there no inquest?" asked Andy Morrow.

"The sorra inquist, not making you an ill answer, sir--the people
weren't so exact in them days: but any how the man was dead, and what
good could an inquist do him? The only thing that grieved them was, that
they both died without the priest; and well it might, for it's an awful
thing entirely to die without having the clargy's hands over a body.
I tould you that the news of his death spread over all the counthry
in less than no time. Accordingly, in the coorse of the day, their
relations began to come to the place; but, any way, messengers had been
sent especially for them.

"The squire very kindly lent sheets for them both to be laid out in,
and mould candle-sticks to hould the lights; and, God he knows, 'twas
a grievous sight to see the father and mother both stretched beside one
another in their poor place, and their little orphans about them; the
gorsoons,--them that had sense enough to know their loss,--breaking
their hearts, the craythurs, and so hoarse, that they weren't able to
cry or spake. But, indeed, it was worse to see the two young things
going over, and wanting to get acrass to waken their daddy and mammy,
poor desolit childher!

"When the corpses were washed and dressed, they looked uncommonly well,
consitherin'. Larry, indeed, didn't bear death so well as Sally; but
you couldn't meet a purtier corpse than she was in a day's travelling.
I say, when they were washed and dressed, their friends and neighbors
knelt down around them, and offered up a Pather and Ave a-piece, for
the good of their sowls: when this was done, they all raised the keena,
stooping o