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lbs Och her lips ! that's 5o'hera',cn!'
You are romantic, Barney SAID his
master.
'Yoa may say that was the reply: Pm
Just he boy for that same.
We'll, WE'LL circulated Perceval. sup
smile, by this time t0.mor-
row, Barney you aud will be on the high
road
TO mat'inony, sir 2
No, sirrah. to England.
You'd better be merclful and lead Mer-
cy TO the alter
Aud tie myself up in halter afterwards.
No, no, I'm not bound for the gulf Of mat
rlmony yet
Thus saying, Harry turned round and
perceived tall aud lanthern visaged young
gentleman, whom he heard breathe hea
Wy sigh. hanging down his head.
Haoo,' cried Harry, who are you p
The stranger heaved another sigh.
Are you dumb, sir p asked Harry.
The stranger shook his head.
What ais your Speak i
The stranger heaved another sigh, and
exclaimed Mercy O'More! hastily retired.
Poor unfortunate gentleman !! exclam'
ed Harry. What a vixen this Mercy
must be ! \ fury incarnate! Prosper'ne
10 a satin peticoat. | wish | was thou
sand miles off
Turning again, he beheld ono of the
widest. pret,lest, most good natured little
flower girls he had ever encoun'e red who
droppedia modest courtesy, and was passing
onward, when Harry caught her apron,
and asked what her name was.
'Kath!een,lf you please sir, repeated the
g,tl.
Kathleen; the flower girl; who gathers
flowers from hill and dale, for the gratfica
ton of her customers. VIII you buy /:
Here are roses and lilies but they are
tor the gentee and the good.
Am not gond p asked Harry.
Law no, yot'. "a man. Here is heart.
ease for the lorIorn lover will you buy !
And here are some pretty tulips; do you
love tulips !?
Your tulips, Of all the world, my pretty
Kathleen
Law = cried the girl, blushing and SIM
pering. They may suit you, for you are
as bright as the butterfly
Am | like butterfly q exclaimed
Harry Pcrceval.
why. no not quite so pretty was the
reply.
En- my dear gj'I' SAID Harry, should
like to BE- better acquainted with you.'
Should you indeed WeIl,lhat Is very
kind, for nobody hunks of any pretty girl
now, but Mercy . More. 1 was once a
beauty, SIR.
And are you not still stIl-stil mos
beautiful =
'Ah,that is fla'tery, said the girl 'Bu
the young men all thought the same, once
Before Miss Mercy came into the neigh
borhood, was the ovlest, happlest, and
gayest of girls every body envled ne, for
| was universally beloved. | had then
twenty lovers aud half-rea ones, too.
Twenty and half = cried Harry.
Yes. The half one was Cormac O'Ca
sey. very good natured bit of man, ralh
er tender here, sir, touching her foveheadi
Nature, in creating him, had made a Sigh
mistake, and transferred the soft plac,
from the heart to the head He neve
told his love, but only Used to squeeze m,
hand when he bought posy, and slgt
shockmgly, oh Dear !"
And did that Merciless Mercy rob yo
of these ?
An, she did. There's not lover ca
, be kept from her,
1T is very strange, said Harry Perceva
that for her caprclOus smiles, they shout
have forgotten the pretty Kathleen
Isn't 1t. sir j.? There must have bee
some wilchery IN it, For they all of then
y thntr lad lnu q
u me dearly. All, those were happy Times
'. when the days labor being ended, | selet
:, ted one from my many sultors to accom-
D pany me IN moonlight ramble, among til
hills and valleys, gIades and glens,by WOO
and lake each seemed paradise, and | I'll
e presiding spirit And when the sun WI
sinking behind the distant hills Its last gil
y ries were accompanied by the music of II
:" beloved
t. 'Ah = cried Harry,'a GUITAR
7, No; a jewsharp. He played so swee
1t y that my spirit wept, as the divine melo
: fell upon my young heart: and when i
s. great round moon arose, our hearts we
y cntranced with bliss
~ Il see it = cried the enraptured yont
Il picture the romantic scene-earth, he
ven and water moonlight, paradise, al
IT, a jewsbarp! Oh, delightful"
J" Yes, very; except when shower
rain visited US; and then my lover won
!" run away.
Run away! Now can there be m
- on earth so vile, Run away from such
y. W simple, innocent grl az Kathleen! Kat
'' leen, that man was a villain.
WAS he, indeed"
y Kathleen, your charms, your lnnocen'
=. your delightful simplicity, entllle you t
NC sultor OF superior rank Mercy ONO
~, NC has not one half your attractions. She
~ Nv precious ugly
~, w. i am not precious ugly, am ? ask
ICY the flower girl.
81. 'You-you' cried Harry; no, you
" all perfection you are-yOu are-zOul
i feel feel--,
w DO you feel ill9
ano 'lll' Yes no, not i'll, my dear bu
''s have the heartburn sadly
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