The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-04-05

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forbid it! Now and forever l forbid it! Yp,,
must not shy such things. They ntitiic,
help us nor save us sorrow, and they might cost
your life, old woman, If any evil-.,csigning per-
son heard them"
My life! my life!" cried old Grulnie pas
sonately. And tell me, acusha what is the
ant to my heart is to he taken from ne!-
Haven't seen your father, whom l nursed at
this breast until God pardon meD l loved him
as well or better t!ian them that were sent to
| me for my own portion: haven't seen him
| brought back here for blootly burial i'll the
| very flower of his days! and didn't lead the
keening over him ut the Stif-S,mc moment that
knew my own poor boy was laying stiff and
stark the bat tleied, where he had fallen, Gas
| well became him. i'll tie defense of his own
| masterf And now yOu come and tell me that
world; You who have been the very pulse Of
| my heart ever since you We're i'll the cradle
that You and the old lord are to DC driven out
| of your old kingdom, and sent, God only knows
| where, into bansEncnt-(hinl an old man of
seventy, and you Il slip of II girl that was only
yesterday, 8" to speak, in your nurses ar,ns)-
an'. you world lave me keep quiet, would you !:
You'd have me belle the Thought of my heart
with IL smiling face! and all Tor the sake of Il
little longer life, torsOOth. Troth :-aniah L
nave had good taste of that same life already,
and it's not SO sweet found il, that would go
far the river to fetch another sup of it. Not
so sweet-nots SO sweet" moaned the old woman,
|
to the infection of her voice, "not sweet for
4 the lone widow woman, with barely roof
above her head, and not chick or child (when
| you are out of it) for comfort or for coaXingw
| Grannie had poured forth this harangue with
all the eloquent volubilty OF her Irish heart
and tongue, and though Nellie had made more
to found it quite impossible to check her. Want
of breath, however, silenced her at last, and
then her foster-child took advantage of d, lulI
| in the storm to say:
-. Dear old Grannie, do not talk SO sadly.
will love and think of you every day, even in
! that taIt'tf west to which we are exiled.- And
ItorSot to say, moreover, that my dear mother
| lis to remain here for some months longer and
will be ready Gas she ever is) to give help and
comfort TO all that need it, and to yon, of course,
I dear EGrannie, more than tOsall the rest-you
whom eile looks upon almost as the mother of
ncr dead husband"
..H.sdx to give help. Az, that in treth she
AID gentle soul, that never did aught but what
"..> good and kind to any one ever since she
c..nr "ii"ng lis, and that will he eighteen years,
! come Christmas twelvemOntf. OclSone! but
ti,cim merry times, a-lannah. long before
Eou were born or thought OF God pity you,
that you, have burstint blossom i'll such weary
days aS these arew
Merry timess suppose they were," said
Nellie goodnaturedly, trying to lead poor Gran
MES thoughts back to the good old times when
she was young and happy. Tell me about it
now, dear Grannie, (my mothers coming home,
Imcan,) that Imay amus. nlyselfby thinking it
all over again when am far away in the lone
west, ana no good tITannle 10 20 ana nave
- gossip with when am tired of my own COM
panN." p.
why you see, Miss Nellie, and you mustn't
be offended if say it," said Grannie, eagerly
seizing this new turn given to her IDEAS 'swe
weren't too well pleased ut first to hear that the
young master was to lie welded in foreign parts,
and some of We're even bold enough to ask
If there weren't girls fair enough, ny, and good
enough too, for that matter, for him in Ireland,
that lie must needs bring Saxon to reign over
u.s. However, when the old lord UP yonder at
tln fD1, .yel,n hal
sent him word, that for all she had the misfor-
tune to I've Eng fish born, she meant, once she
was married i'll Ireland, to be more Irish than
the Irish themselves, then, promise You, every
vein in our hearts warmed toward her; and ON
the day OF her coming home, there wasn't if
FonH believe me, n man, woman, or child with
in ten miles of Nettervillr, who didn't &c. out
to meet her, until, what with the shouting and
the hustling she began to think, (the creature,)
as she has often told me since that it was going
to massacre her. may lie, that were; for
sure, until the day she first the Young mas
ter, it was nothing but tales upon tales she had
heard of how the wild Irish were worse than
the savages themselves, and how murder and
robbery were as common and as little Thought
of with his daisies in the spring-time. Any |
way, if she thought that for moment, she |
didn't think it long; for when she faced round
upon ut the castle gates, standing between
her husband and her fathcr-in-law, the old lord
himself we gave her cheer that might have |
been heard from this to Tredagh, if the wind
had set that way; and though She didn't then
understand the Cedd- miite:J dithe to your lady
ship! that We were shouting i'll orr Irish, she |
was cute enough, at all events, to guess by our |
eyes and faces what our tongues were saying.
And that wasn't all" continued Grannc, grow
ing more and more garrulols as she warmed to
her theme; "that wasn't all, neither; for when
the people were so tired they could shout no
more, and quiet was restored, she whispered
something TO the young master; and what do
you think he did, my dear, but led her right
down to the place where me and my son, (his
own foster-br0ther, that's gone, God rest hiRN
We're standing in the crowd, and she put out
her pretty white hand and said, lit was the first
and last time that ever liked the sound of the
Engiisi,) 1t is you, then, that was my nus
bands foster mother: isn't itT And says l; in
her own tongue, for had picked up English
enough at the castle for that, Please your lady
ship, am, and this is the boy, says l; pulling
my OWN boy turward-to" he was SHY like, and