Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1845-08-22
From Sketches of Irish Character
THE SVESE1 THOUGHT.
FIRST RATE IRISH STOR!
BY MRS. S. c.. HALL.

BY MRS. S. C. HALL.
She was sitting under the shadow Of a
fragrant lime tree that overhung very an
clent well and as the water fell into her
pitt Ter, she was mingling with lis music
the tones of her Jews harp the only in
strument upon which Norah Clary had
learned to play. She was merry maiden
of sweet seventeen rustic belle as we'll
as rustic beauty. and terrible coquette;'
and as she had what in Scotland they call
a 'tocher,' in England sdowry,' and in
Ireland pretty penny O money it is
scarcely necessary to state, in addition, that
she had-a bachelor. Whether the tune
which was certainly given IN aho-was
or was not designed as summons to her
lover, | cannot take upon myself to say;
but her lips and fingers had not long been
occupied, before her lover was at her side.
I'VE may as we'll give it up, Morris
Donovan she said. somewhat abruptly {;
look, t would be as easy TO twist the top
of the great hill o(-Hovrh, as make father
and mother agree about any one thing
They've been playing the contrary these
twenty years, and it's not likely they'll
take a turn now
Its mighty hard, SO it's replied hand
some Morris, that married people can't
draw together. Norah, darlint! that would
not be the way with us. lis one we'd be
in heart and sowl, and an example Of love
and -
Folly interrupted the maiden, laugh
ing.
morris, Morris, we've quarrelled a score
O. times already; and bit of breeze
makes life all the pleasanter. Shall talk
about the merry Jig danced with Phil
Kennedy, or repeat what Mark Doolan
said of me to Mary Grey? eh Morris!
Leave joking now, Norry God only
knows how love you he said, in voice
broken by emotion: I'm yer equal as far
as money goes; and no young farmer in
the country can tell better stock 10 his
share than mine; yet don't pretend to de-
serve y3u for all that; only | can't help
saying that, when we love each other, (now
don't 60 to contradict me. Norry, because
ye've as good as owned it over and over
again, J and yer father agreeable, and all,
to think that yer mother, just for dicel-
ment, should be putting betwixt Us for no
reason upon earth, only 10 spite her law
| ful husband, is what sets me mad entirely,
and shows her to be good for -
Stop, Mister Norris exclaimed Norah,
laying her hand upon his mouth, so as eff
fectuaIIy to prevent sound escaping; 'its
my mother yer talking of, and it " Guild be
ill-bood. as we'll as ill-bred, TO hear word
SAID against an own parent. Is that the
pattern of yer manners, sir; or did We ever
hear me turn my tongue agains, one be-
longing TO ye'
i ask your pardon, my own Norah,' he
replied, meekIy, as in duty bound; for the
sake of the lamb. we spare the sheep
Why not! and I'm not going 10 gainsay,
but yer mother -
The least said's the soonest mended =
again interrupted the impatient girl
Good even, Morris, and God bless you ;
they'll be after missing me within, and its
! lille mother thinks where | am.
J, .Norah, above all the girls at wake OF
+ pattern, I've been true TO you. We have
grown together. and since we were the
heighth of rose-bnsh. We have been dear
er to me than anything else on earth. Do
, Norah, for the sake of your young hearts
love, do think if there's no way to win ye
mother over. If ye'd take me without he