The Litchfield County post., 1828-12-18

Dy tle nanu, ana SHOOK " SD Haru tlat uHe tears started from his fingers ends, and he thought himself n purgatOry, or in wors- CT place.
 'Wcll, tailor. am glad to hear you say so, blood and wounds l am and it is for the purpose of ridding you of Judy that l am here.'
 So spoke the ould gentleman, and Ter ence for very joy threw his arms arouhd him, and hugged him as if he had been his grandfather.
 Och lift be that your reverence has come after you are sure the most wortheSt carrater in all Kilrandy l will follow you to the worlds end, and drink your health every day of the year, and every hour in the day.
 Now, what think ye the ould gentleman did ? He took from his side pocket piece of paper, and phial of red ink, and a pen and when he had done this, he dipped the pen in the ink and gave it to Terence, and told him to write his name in partic- ular part of the book, which he pointed to with his finger.
 But when Terence was going to do this, he suddenly recoliected that he could not wriJe single letter; but the stranger told him i' was no matter, for his mark would do as well' So Terence made mark and when he had made it, he inquired if there was any thing more to be done. l 'There is nothing more to be done,' re- piled he, 'but to make my brooches as soon as you can.'
 'What brooches, an plaise your honor?' asked O'Flaherly.
 'Now, Terence, aren't you downright blockhead not to know what you have put your mark to? Don'l you see tha you've engaged to make me pair of buckskins, upon condition that free you from your wife and don't you see farther that if you break he contract your soul becomes mine forever?'
 'Ah, you are rum one 7" said Terence, shaking his head ,and smiling good-humor- edly at the stranger. But no matter-I shall make you such pair of bucksklns as Counsellor O'Connell might be proud t" stuff his legs into. But, remember, what l you are to do for Judy. If you fail to give her snoozer, you shall neither get my SOW nor the breeches-remember that your ho- nor.'
 Never fear,' said the ould gentleman, 1 you may depend, as sure am a Christ 1 ain, you may depend on me-indeed ye may
 'Your very appearances rejoined Ter ence-tor the cratur would always be talk ] ng-'pruclaims you a Christian. If all Christians were like your honor, this world would be pleasan, place to live in-bui 1 by J-'
 'W,Il you not hold that tongue of yours? said the ould gentleman, in terrible pass sion, as Terence uttered the last word of his sentence. Il tell you, O'FIaherty wha. it is-if you presume to swear again in my presence, by the powers, shall cut you of Iforever-and Judy shall hang around your neck as long as you live. What the deuce can't you converse withou, having recourse to profane swearng!'
 When Terence heard this he thought the onld man was going to kick up row, and he fell down on his knees and asked his pardon; but while he did this, he could not help thinking that his reverence was not so averse to hear himself a-swearing as he was to hear others.
 'Then, without spaiking word the tai- Tor went to his chest, and brought out or pieces of buckskin, which he had pur- chased bfore from MT Murphy o. Leary, the cloth merchant, at the cove of Cork. And he took the measure of his new customer, and began 70 work in sober earnest. And while he was working, the gentleman sat opposite him, sometimes whistling Paddy Carey, sometimes hum- ming snatches of songs in an outlandish lin- go, and sometimes chatting upon different subjects. As for Terence, poor child, his brain was not much given to the sin of thinking and for time he abstained from any sort of indulgence in this respect. But notwithstanding all this, ,he could not SO far get rid of his senses as to give over refec- ting upon the circumstanbes he was plac- ed in, and upon tho character of the wor- thy stranger who had so approximately come to his assistance. As soon, therefore, as his ideas were somewhat settled, he be- gan to wonder how his honor had got n- to the house. There was something which bothered him not little, and it was this: that be- fore an hour had gone by, the buckskins he was working at were nearly finished. But 1 inc greatest wonder of all was, that the thread with which he commenced never grew shorter. It remained the same, and