Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1856-05-10

Wlth that, up gets the anger in my
breast, and the heart of me began to
bate, and my cheeks got as hot as
hme-kiln. III go afther him, says l,
TO the Dun Cow, and give him bit of
my mind--that | willp But then
began to remember that Biddy Phelan
used to go afther Mick, her husband,
until he got so used to it, that he would
say he couldn't go till Biddy came for
him and | said to myself, 1t Shall never
be said that |, dacent girl, whit afther
my husband to q shibeen shop But,
then, 'twould sarve him right, and may
be taich him Bother, whispered the evil
spirit in my ears, if you were to spake
to him aforc the vile boys he's drink
ing with; and | up, and threw the tail
of my gownd over my shoulders, and
crossed the threshold If he should
speak GROSSLY to you, Kathleen, before
all them chaps, wouldn't it be terrible
downfall to YEP said little voice in my
heart, no louder than the humming of a
bee. Faith, tits yerself that's right
enough said l and ! let down the tail
of my gownd, and begun to cry like a
child. Well, | cried till | fell fast
asleep: for, though people say that sleep
seldom comes to the eyes that have been
shedding tears, l have always found the
contrary; and | remember the last
thought | had aforc | slept was, What a
haste my husband was to lave me alone,
while he was spending his airnings at the
Dun Cow. slept, and dhreamt that
| was so angry with him, that | prayed
to God to take him to himself: for that
I'd rather lose him intirely, than have
him continually having me, to go to the
Dun Cow to throw away his money
We'll you shall have your will, honest
woman, says Death to me; and mighty
strange it was, Peggy, did not feel in
the least afraid of Death then, thoughts
of him ever makes me feel could SILVER
when I'm awake, and look at those j love
But remember says Death, that once
! have granted your prayer, you'll never
see your husband again, except corpse.
With that saw my poor boy laid in his
bed-our bed, where | came to him
bride, and where my arm had supported
his poor aching head through many long
weary hour when he had the typhous
fever. His face was as pale as marble,
Peggy. when the moon is shining upon
it in the churchyard. His hair was like
the boughs of the willow, wet and droop-
ing with the dews of night; and his lips
were cold and silent as the grave. o
God shall never forget what | felt,
when | looked at him in that moment
! threw my arms around him--my hot
tears drenched his frozen facet called
him by every tender name-but he an
swored me not, he Needed me not The
memory of all our love-the happy hours
of our courtship, and the more happy
ones when / first stood on his floor as
wife, came back to me: and | thought !
had never really. truly loved him before,
as I now did. And there he lay, with
that beauty on his pale and lifeless face,
that Death gives when he has struck the
blow, just as if he wished to make us
more sorrowful for what we have lost
| thried all ] could to remember how of
ten my poor boy had vcxed me, in the
hopes of its stopping my grief; but
would you believe it, Peggy Fl could
call to mind nothing but all the fond
words and the loving actions of him, un
til my very heart seemed breaking, and
| prayed to God either to restore him to
life or to take me with him. 'Remem-
Der, woman said voice that sounded
like the wind when it comes signing
through a wood, when first the leaves be-
gin to fall, Remember that / tould you,
if granted your prayer for his death,
you should never see him again but as
corpse o how terrible did the words
strike on my heart! and then ! felt the
fearful power Of him the priest called the
king of terrors I'm thinking, says
he, 'tis yerself that's sorry enough for
your wickedness in wishing for his death;
but it's too late now. You couldn't bear
to lose him for an hour or two at the Dun
Cow, but now you must lose him for
ever and day. You'll see his playsant
smile no more, nor hear his loving voice
ANDY, Andy, cuishlamachree, don't
lave me I! don't lave me- cried /, like
one that had lost all raison, apd the big
tears running down my cheeks. Faith,
and won't, my darlint, said voice,
the sound of which ! never expected to
hear again in this world. Sure, here |
am, my colleen dhas : and he Rugged
me against his warm heart; for it was no
other than Andy himself that had come
home from the Dun Cow, and all the
throrble ] was in about his death was a
dhream. From that night have never
secluded him, nor said a cross word about
going TO the Dun Cow; for, whenever
an angry thought was coming into my
head, ] remembered my dhream, and
thanked God he wasn't dead. o, Peggy,
dear such warnings as that are blessed
things, and teach us to bare and forbare.
Praise be to His holy name who sends
EN-"
A SINGLE WoRD. Dining ono day
with the Princess Of Wales Queen
Catharinc,) ! heard her say that on her
first arrival in this country, she could
speak only one word Of English. Soon
after, mentioned that circumstance 10
large party and a discussion aroscwhat En-
giish word would be most useful ssr
person to know, surprising that persons
knowledge Of the language must be limi-
ted TO q single word. The greater
number of the company fixed on 'sYcs."