The Sun.
London, England, 1835-02-21 00:00:00

DREAMS.

The following is an extract from a lately published work,
by Mr. Banim, entitled The Mayor of Wind-gap ; and
canvassing.
One thing lam sure of, at any rate,' said Peggy, her-
sel' and Miss Maria will be married soon, whomsoever it
may be to, on account of the dhrame I had.'
What dhraine, Peggy ?' inquired Mrs. Mc Donogh.
A great dhrame I had, Ma'am, about cats an' dogs
fightieg.'
Ay, that's a fine dhrame—you couldn't have a betther
one for marriage, Peggy.'
So I always heed tell, ma'am, that to dhrame of cats
an' dogs fighting, was the finest sign in the world of a
marriage.'
Tell us your dhrame, an' Ged bless you, Peggy,' said
Mrs. Mc Donogh.'
Dhraming I was, ma'am, that I was sitting below in the
scullery, dhrying my clothss, becase the chimbly smoked so
in the laundhry, I was afeard they'd be all black ; and
while I was sitting there, wondhering how long they tuk to
dhry, there come in a big black dog, with red eyes.'
Are you sure his eyes was red, Peggy'' demanded Mrs.
Mc Donogh.
I am, ma'am—an' ke kept running about every place,
as though lie was looking for something. Mysel' got
frickened, he looked so big an' terrible ; and I was staling
out unknownst, when I heard a cat mewing outside the
scullery window ; sich other mewing, Mrs. M'Donogh, you
never beard. In my dhraine, I thought 'twas Kutty Mur-
phy's cat that run wild, an' used to be keeping in the shrub-
bery, beyant, an' the little boys that used to be throwin'
stones at ber,'you know : the masther bid 'em take care for
their lives, would they.do. the like agin. Well, I thought
'twas Kutty Murphy's cat,' so I opened the window, an' let
her in, for fear the masther would be mad if I did'ht ; and
did, herser and himsel began fighting. Och ! Mrs.
m.Dooogh, they bate all you ever seen! tearing an' scratch-
an' spitting, like mad. My heart was bate-
when woke, Mrs. M'Donogh."
ing like anyth:ng
That's a fine drahme, Peggy ; I'll explain it to you."
" Thank'ee ma'am."
" The big black," roomed Mrs. M'Donogh, " is a gin-
tleman of great. fortune; An' clever appearance ; you re-
mimber my axing ye, Peggy, were ye sure of the colour of
his eyes."
" I do ma'am, rejoined the dreamer."
" Red eyes,' continued the expounder, " is a sign he
comes from England ; an' lookin' about every place is' a
sign be 'comes over here for something particklar--ye
know .the English lord came looking for the county ; the
cat mewing is Miss Isabel—ye know she's not so hearty
us 'What Miss. Maria does be ; then you know, herser an
himser fighting is a sign it's Married they will be."
" That's jist what I was thinking mysel'," ma'am. Well.
afther that, Mrs. M‘Donogh, I fell asleep the second time,
and I thought mysel' and my little sisther was below at the
river, wringing out the clothes, and what should I see, but
a little, small white dog; with a collar about his neck ;
an' he. kept scrapin', scrapin', even till I looked .up, an'
faith, there was a . cat, a mighty ugly one, itsel',. above
.in
the three ; a small, miserable-looking cratur, as ever you
seen ! an' while .I was lookin' at her, she turned into a cat
as big
.as horse ; .and she jumped off the three all of a
suddent, and tuk the little dog, and began randlin'
Well, ma'am; they fought and tore each other to bits,
an' she finished by atin him, intirely, all to his collar, an'
she tuk that in her mouth, an' wint an' scraped, even till
she made a hole in the ground, an' put the collar in h—
and then I woke, for Winny gave a kick in the bed.
.That's a.fine dhrame, too, Peggy ; the small, little
white dog, is Mr: Barham ; an' the collar is a sign he has a
fine fortune ; an' the .scrapiii' is a sign he's always talkin' ;
the cat in the three is Miss Maria an' lookin' -miserable is
a sign that she isn't so at all, Peggy ; arames,.you know,
always goes by conthraries :—Well then, her changing to
be as big as a horse, is a sign she's to..have a fine, large
house, and a great dale of children. •
The Lord be praised !' cried Paggy.
Well, Peggy, her throttling the little dog is a sign she'll
have more sinse than him ; an' ating him up alive, of coorse,
is a sign its man an' wife they'll be.
An' the collar, Mrs. Mc Donough, what does that mane,
ma'am ?'
Oh, the collar, Peggy, is a sign there will be no ind to
the grandeur an' prosperity she's to live in—an',. moreover,
that she's to have the upper hand of him ; for she.tuk the
collar of him, you remimber Peggy ?'
Musha, that it may be so!' ejaculated Peggy; God
sees and knows, Mrs. Mc Donough, there is'nt a- night'eor
morning I don't pray for husbands for 'em both. •