The Evansville journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1834-184?, 1845-09-04
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THE WISE THOUGHT.
From Sketches Of Irish Character by
MRS. S. c.. ALL.
A First Rate Irish Story.

She was sitting under the shadow of a
fragrant lime tree that overhung a very an.
cient we'll; and as the water fell into her
pitcher, she was mingfing with its music the
tones Of her "Jew's harp" the only instru-
ment upon which Norah Clary had learned
to play. She was a merry maiden Of "sweet
seventeen a rustic belle, as web as a rus
tic beauty, and a .":terribIe coquette;" and as
she had what in Scotland they call a "toch-
err" in England a dowry," and in Ireland a
"preuy penny o. money!" it is scarcely me-
cessary to state, in addition, that she had-a
bachelor. Whether the tune-which was
certainly given In clta--Was or was not de-
signed as a 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.
eve may as well give it up, Morris Dom
%ovan,' she said somewhat abruptly; "look, t
would be as easy TO twist the top ofthe great
hill Of Howth,as make father and mother
agree about any one thing. They've been
playing the rule of contrary these twenty
years, and IFS not Likely they'll take a turn
now"
"lt's mighty hard, so it is" replied hand
some Morris, ''ihat married people can't draw
together. Norah, darlint! that wouldn't be
the way with US. It's one we'd be in heart
and sowl, and an example Of love and
Folly" interrupted the maiden, laughing,
'Morris, Morris, we've quarrelled "a score o
times already; and a bit Of a breeze makes
life all the pleasanter. Shall | talk about the
merry Jig | danced with Phil Kennedy, or
repeal What Mark Doolan said of me TO Mary
~Grey?-eh, Morris?"
"Leave Joking now, Norry;God only knows
how | love YOU" he said with a voice
broken by emotion SPIN yer equal as far as
money goes; and no young farmer in the
country can tell a better stock TO his share
than mine; yet | don't pretend TO deserve
YOU for all that; only, | can't help saying
that, when we fove each other (now don't
90 to contradict t4hne, Norry, because we've as
good as owned it over and over again,) and
yer father agreeable, and all to think that yer
mother, Just fol divilment, should be putting
betwixt us for no reason upon earth, only TO
'spite'he lawful husband is what SETS mad me
entirely, and shows her 10 be agood for
"Stop2 Mister Norris" exclaimed Norah,
laying her hand upon his mouth, so as TO eff
! feclually to prevent a sound escaping; tits
my mother ye're talking about. and it would
be ill-blood, as we'll as ill-bred, 10 hear a
word said against an own parent. is that the
pattern in your manners, sir; or did ye ever
hear me turn my tongue against one belong
ing TO you?"
II ask your pard6h, my Norah he replied
meekly. as in duty bound for the sake ofthe
lamb, we spare the sheep. Why not? and
Pm 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 missifg' me within, and it's little mother
thinks where | am"
"Norah,, above all the girls at wake or pat
tern, I've been true to you. We have grown
together, and since we were the helghth oil
a rose-bush, We have been dearer to me than
any thing else on earth. Do, Norah, for the
sake of our your hearts love, do think II
there's no way to win yer mother over. II
ye'd take me without her leave, sure it's
nothing I'd care for the loss ofthousands: let
alone what we've got. Dearest Moral, > think
that; since you'll do nothing without her
consent, do ihink-for once be serious, and
don't laugh"
"l'm not going to laugh, Morris" replied
the little maid at last, after a very long pause,
give got a wise thought in my head foT
once. His reverence, your uncle, you say