ny that has no horns, and that the others jerk up their fingers, then
they must get a stroke over the face with the soot. 'Horns, horns, goat
horns!'--then he ups with his fingers like lightning; they must all do
the same, bekase a goat has horns. Horns, horns, horse horns!'--he ups
with them again, but the boys and girls ought not, bekase a horse has
not horns; however any one that raises them then, gets a slake. So that
it all comes to this:--Any one, you see that lifts his fingers when an
animal is named that has no horns--or any one that does not raise them
when a baste is mintioned that has horns, will get a mark. It's a purty
game, and requires a keen eye and a quick hand; and, maybe, there's
not fun in straiking the soot over the purty, warm, rosy cheeks of the
colleens, while their eyes are dancing with delight in their heads,
and their sweet breath comes over so pleasant about one's face, the
darlings!--Och! och!

"There's another game they call the _Silly ould Man_, that's played this
way:--A ring of the boys and girls is made on the flure--boy and girl
about--holding one another by the hands; well and good--a young fellow
gets into the middle of the ring, as 'the silly ould Man.' There he
stands looking at all the girls to choose a wife, and, in the mane time,
the youngsters of the ring sing out--

Here's a silly ould Man that lies all alone,
That lies all alone,
That lies all alone;
Here's a silly ould man that lies all alone,
He wants a wife and he can get none.

"When the' boys and girls sing this, the silly ould man must choose a
wife from some of the colleens belonging to the ring. Having made choice
of her, she goes into the ring along with him, and they all sing out--

Now, young couple, you're married together,
You're married together,
You're married together,
You must obey your father and mother,
And love one another like sister and brother--
I pray, young couple, you'll kiss together!

"And you may be sure this part of the marriage is not missed, any way."

"I doubt," said Andy Morrow, "that good can't come of so much kissing,
marrying, and coorting."

The narrator twisted his mouth knowingly, and gave a significant groan.

"_Be dhe husth_,* hould your tongue, Misther Morrow," said he; "Biddy
avour-neen," he continued, addressing Biddy and Bessy, "and Bessy,
alannah, just take a friend's advice, and never mind going to wakes; to
be s