Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1845-08-22

with his clenched hand as TO make not on
ly it. but Mrs. Clary jump.
And why So, pray! asked the dame.
Because nothing Of Morris, let alone
Morris himself, shall come into this house,
replied Clary he's not to my liking any
how, and there is no good In his bother
ing here after what he wont get.
Excellent! thought Norah.
Lord save US! calculated Mrs. Clary, as
she placed the grilled snfpes on the table,
what's come TO the man! Without heed
! ing his resolution, she was proceeding 10
distribute the savoury birdeens, when. to
her establishment, her usually tame has
bane threw the dish and its contents into
the flames the good woman absolutely
stood for moment aghast. The calm,
however, was not of long duration.-
She soon rallied, and commenced hostili-
ties. How dare you. ye spalpeen, throw
away any of Gods mate after that fashion,
and to the fore What do you name,
say o
name, that nothing touched by Morris
Donovan shall come under this roof; and
if catch that girl of mine booking at the
same side O. the road he walks on, I'll
tear the eyes out of her head, and send
her to nunnery!
You will And dare you say that 10 my
face, to child O. mine! You will, will
ye ?-we'll see, my boy I'll tell ye what.
if like, Morris Donovan shall come into
this house 4: and what's more, be master
Of this house and that's what goa never
had the heart to be yet, we poor ould snail!
So saying, Mrs. Ciary endeavored to res
cue from the fire the kissing remains of the
burning snipes. Norah attempted TO as
sist her mother, but Clary, lifting her up,
somewhat after the fashion of an eagle
j, raising golden wren with his claw, fair
put her out of the kitchen. This was the
signal for fresh hostilities. Mrs. Clary
stormed and stamped, and Mrs. Clary pes
sisted in abusing not only Morris, but
Morris uncle, Father Donovan, until at
last the fathers helpmate swore, ay, and
: roundly too, by cross and Saint, that, be-
t fore the next sunset Norah Clary should
D be Norah Donovan. / wish you could
have seen Norry's eye. dancing with joy
: and exultation, as it peeped threugh the
latchhole it sparkled more brightly than
the richest diamond in our nonarch's
crown, for it was filled with hope and
love.
! The next morning, before the sun was
fully up, he was throwing his early beams
: over the glowing cheeks of Norah Clary !;
r for her wise thought had prospered, and
2 she was Fastening to the trysting tree,
where, by chance, either morning or eve
: ming. she generally met Morris Donovan.
d don't know how it is, but the moment
D the course Of love runs smooth, IL becomes
very undressing, except TO tire parties
concerned. So it is now left for me only
TO say, that the maiden, after due and
proper time consumed in teazing and tan
t talking her intended, told him her saucy
;, plan, and its result. And the lover has.
tened, upon the wings of love (which !
beg my readers clearly to understand are
: swifer and stronger in Ireland than in any
n other country to tell the priest of the ar.
| rangement, we'll knowing that his rever-
: ence loved his nephew and niece that was
k to be Ito say nothing Of the wedding sup
n per, and the profits arising therefrom) toe
well, not to aid their merry jest.
r What hustle, what preparation, What
!, feasting, what dancing, gave the country
;. folk enough to talk about during the happy
It Christmas holidays, canno: describe
= The bride of course looked lovely, and
e sheepish; and the bridegroom-but bride
: grooms are always uninteresting. One
n fact, however, is worth recording. When
S Father Donovan concluded the ceremony,
: before the bridal kiss had passed, Farmer
Clary. without any reason that his wifs
! could discover, most indecorously sprung
: up, seized shillelah of stout oak, and
: whirIing it rapidly over his head, shouted
i Garry me out! by the powers she's beat!
e we've won the day!-ould Ireland forever!
Success, boys !-she's beat she's beat
d The priest too, seemed vastly to enjoy this
e extemporaneous efusion, and even the
e bride laughed outright. Whether the good
q wife discovered the plot or not, I never
e heard but of this am certain, shat the
+ Joyous Norah never had reason: Ia repent
d her wise thought. ss
:. WAYS OF THEIR owN.-"Have you ever re-
y marked, Dr. Crusty," quoth Mrs. Stimps,
l. ssthat my children have difFcraut ,uzvs from