New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1855-07-18

TO confirm the adage that truth s stranger than hc-
ton, our turn Of surprise had come, recognized
and returned the smile Of who had reeidtd for
long time in our house ar domestic.
Mary Meara wasof Glengols, in the County of Gal
way Of tbose villages beautiful in their sad
ness that before the famine the traveller through Ire
land on Bianconis cars saw often reposing IN the
bosom Of some valley that stole up with half-re-
firing modest love, and threw its soft arm cares
sngly around the wild beautiful bill in whose shadow
ii had long slept Often had she come to ask us to
direct letter 10 Glengoa and or this small service
gave in the thousand smiles that broke through the
melancholy shadow of hanging upon her face,
sweet thanks Of gratitude. For the last few months
she had not come 10 with the accustomed envelope,
but when we saw her we thought il might be intru-
zion to speak. But knowing the undying love of an
Iish womans heart, and half guessing the secret in
her proud happy look, We said playfuly, why,
Mary, YOU never come TO US now, you must have
found some beau TO direct your letters" Oh no,
"sir." said ste I knew that size would come point
ing to the feeble form beside her. told the old
wsman then what the German had said of her, When
he at once burst into tears saying the German anC
all on board had been good and kind to her, but
added she, casting her eyes half toward her daughter
sorrow equally render praise it was all the blessing
Of nv daring Mary" And spite of the modest
effort of her daughter TO restrain her, went on to say,
that month after month came beautiful letter. glad
dening her old widowed heart, inclosing small
amount in each, until at last she had enough TO pay
the passage.
Mary tried hard 10 Yepres emotion and stop the big
rebelious tear But there il stood full and bright,
Il l. lc-n f.,b- Laor
her souls sweet message smiles that peeped and
played for a moment and then ran back to hide them
selves in the happy heart. Oh blessed tears of such
are the gems that sparkle round the throne of the be-
loved enc.
For ourselves we could not look upon that mother
and that child without, thank Heaven, deep emotion,
nor was il unmiDgled with selfreproach. How many
times had we rudey rung the bell and summoned her
up TO do little thing we might as well have done
ourselves How many times for some trivial eTaRd
have we disturbt her as snatched half hour from
her heavy toll TO pour into few soft wild words the
gentle gushing Of an Iish daughters heart And as
we wished her joy she said, making light Of her sweet
virtue "There are thousands and thousands of girls
"and young boys here who do what have done and
{" far more" Yes TO the honor Of their lovely and
stricken parentland be it said, there are thousands
and thousands scrubbDg and toiling day and night,
bearing with Christian resignation their hard lonely
lot making sacred their toll in the eyes of God by
consecratiDg II to the hottest of uses, submitting them
selves with the greatest cheerfuness to thousands and
thousands Of privations curtaiing their small woman
vanities or little Sunday joys like noble souls, to
gladden. the heart of some old mother that by the
hearth-stone far away across the ocean sts lonely
without her "Alanah astOre, tho light OF her eyes
" and the pIde Of the village" On, ever on, brave
Irish hearts On, noble Marys, in every quarter Of
this noble land.
And YOU. ye masters and mistresses of households,
take this simple story to your hearts, and for noble
Mays sake be right generous and kind to the vir-
tuous Irish servant girl.