piece
of invintion whin it sarved him. No, the sarra word of thruth at all
was in it. He soodered an' palavered a daughther of Owen Connor's,
Susy--all the daughther he has, indeed--before he wint to Maynewth at
all, they say. She herself wasn't for marryin' him, in regard of a vow
she had; but there's no doubt but he made her fond of him, for he has a
tongue that 'ud make black white, or white black, for that matther.
So, be Gorra, he got the vow taken off of her by the Bishop; she soon
recovered her health, for she was dyin' for love of him, an'--you seen
their weddin'. It 'ud be worth your while to go a day's journey to get
a sight of her--she's allowed to be the purtiest girl that ever was in
this part o' the counthry."

"Well! well! It's a quare world. An' is the family all agreeable to it
now?"

"Hut! where was the use of houldin' out aginst him? I tell you, he'd
make them agreeable to any thing, wanst he tuck it into his head.
Indeed, it's he that has the great larnin' all out! Why, now, you'd
hardly b'lieve me, when I tell you that he'd prove you to be an ass in
three minutes; make it as plain as the sun. He would; an' often made an
ass o' myself."

"Why, now that I look at you--aren't you Dan Murray's nephew?"

"Phadrick Murray, an' divil a one else, sure enough."

"How is your family, Phadrick? Why, man, you don't know your friends--my
name's Cahill."

"Is it Andy Cahill of Phuldhu? Why, thin, death alive, Andy, how is
every bit of you? Andy, I'm regulatin' everything at this weddin', an'
you must turn over your horse till we have a dhrop for ould times. Bless
my sowl! sure, I'd know your brother round a corner; an' yourself, too,
I ought to know, only that I didn't see you since you wor a slip of a
gorsoon. Come away, man, sure thim men o' yours can take care o' the
cattle. You'll asily overtake thim."

"Throth, I don't care if I have a glass wid an ould friend. But, I hope
your whiskey won't overtake me, Phadrick?"

"The never a fear of it, your father's son has too good a head for that.
Ough! man alive, if you could stay for the weddin'! Divil a sich a let
out ever was seen in the county widin the mimory of the ouldest man
in it, as it'll be. Denis is the boy that 'ud have the dacent thing or
nothin'."

The grazier and Phadrick Murray then bent their steps to Owen Connor's
house, where the wedding was held. It is unnecessary to say that
Phadrick plied his new acquaintance to some purpose. Ere tw