or which had appalled their conscientious

sensibility.

Alas, there is nothing new under the

sun!

"Where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise.*

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CHAPTER VI.

"Thoughts that breathe, and Words that burn.”

WE lamented in our last chapter, that there is nothing new under the Sun, yet, perhaps, the thoughts and phraseology of the following story may not be familiar to the English.

"Plase your honour," says a man, whose head is bound up with a garter, in token and commemoration of his hav ing been at a fair the preceding night"Plase your honour, it's what I am striving since six o'clock and before, this morning, becààse I'd sooner trouble your honour's honour than any man in all Ireland, on account of your character, and having lived under your family, me and mine, twinty years, aye, say forty again to the back o'that, in the old gentleman's

born; that same time I heard tell of your own honour's riding a little horse in green

with your gun before you, a grousing over

our town-lands, which was the mill and abbey of Ballynagobogg, though 'tis now set away from me (owing to them that belied my father) to Christy Salmon, becààse he's an orange-man-or his wifethough he was once (let him deny it who can), to my certain knowledge, behind the haystack in Tullygore, sworn in a United man by Captain Alick, who was hanged

Pace to the dead any how! Well, not to be talking too much of that now, only for this Christy Salmon, I should be still living under your honour."

Very likely; but what has all this to do with the present business. If

you have any complaint to make against Christy Salmon, make it-if not, let me go to dinner."

"Oh, it would be too bad to be keeping your honour from your dinner, but I'll

make your honour sinsible immadiately. It is not of Christy Salmon at all at all I'm talking. May be your honour is not sinsible yet who I am-I am Paddy M'Doole, of the Curragh, and I've been a flax-dresser and dealer since I parted your honour's land, and was last night at the fair of Clonaghhilty, where I went just. in a quiet way thinking of nothing at all, as any man might, and had my little yarn along with me, my wife's and the girl's year's spinning, and all just hoping to bring them back a few honest shillings as they desarved-none better!-Well, plase your honour, my beast lost a shoe, which brought me late to the fair, but not so late but what it was as throng as ever; you could have walked over the heads of the men, women, and childer, a foot and a horseback, all buying and selling, so I to be sure thought no harm of doing the like, so I makes the best bargain I could of the little hanks for my wife and

the girl, and the man I sold them to was just weighing them at the crane and I standing forenent him success to myself!? said I, looking at the shillings I was putting into my waistcoat pocket for my poor family, when up comes the inspector, whom I did not know, I'll take my oath, from Adam, nor couldn't know, becààse he was the deputy inspector, and had been but just made, of which I was ig norant, by this book and all the books that ever were shut and opened-but no matter for that; he seizes my hanks out of the scales that I had just sold, saying they were unlawful and forfeit, becààse by his watch it was past four o'clock, which I denied to be possible, plase your honour, becààse not on, nor two, nor three, but all the town and country were selling the same as myself in broad day, only when the deputy came up they stopped, which I could not, by rason I did not know him. Sir,' says I (very civil), if L