Smyrna times., 1879-02-05


tame husband threw the dish and its con-
tents into the flames; the good woman
absolutely stood for moment aghast.
The calm, however, was not Of long dura-
ton. She soon rallied, and commenced
hostilities: How dare you, ye spalpeen,
throw away any of Gods mate after that
fashion, and to the fore? What do you
name, l say?"
" l name, that nothing touched by Nor
ris Donovan shall come under this roof;
and if l catch that girl of mine looking at
the same side O the road he walks on, I'll
tear the eyes out Of her head and send her
to a nunneryr
" You will And dare you to say that to
my face, to child O. mine You will, will
ye?-we'll see, my boy I'll tell We what
If 1 like, Morris Donovan shaH come into
this house, and, what's more, be master of
this house; and that's what you never had
the heart to be yet, ye poor ould snair
So saying, Mrs. Clary endeavored to res.
cue from the fire the Kissing remains of the
burning snipes. Norah attempted to assist
her mother; but Clary, lifting her up,
somewhat after the fashion of an eagle
raising golden wren with its claw, fairly
put her out of the kitchen. This was the
signal for fresh hostiIities. Mr.. Clary
persisted in abusing not only Morris, but
Morris's uncle, Father Donovan, until at
last the farmers helpmate Suore, ay, and
roundly too, by cross and saint, that, be-
fore the next sunset, Norah Clary should
be Norah Donovan. wish you could have
seen Norry's eye, dancing with joy and ex-
ultation, as it peeped through the latch
hole; it sparkled more brightly than the
richest diamond in her monarch's crown,
for it was filled with hope and love.
The next morning, before the sun was
fully up, he was throwing his early beams
over the glowing cheek of Norah Clary; for
her "wise thought" had prospered, and
was fastening to the trysting tree, where,
"by chance" either morning or evening,
she generally met Morris Donovan. ]
don't know how it is, but the moment the
comes very uninteresting, except to the
parties concerned. So it is now left for mt
only to say, that the maiden, after due
and proper time consumed in teasing anC
tantalising her intended, told him he
r saucy plan, and its result And the love
; fastened, upon the wings of love (which
beg my readers clearly to understand ar
swifter and stronger in Ireland than in an,
other country, to apprise the priest of tn
! arrangement, we'll knowing that his revel
( ence loved his nephew, and niece that wa
to be Ito say nothing of the wedding sur
per, and the profits arising therefrom) to
well, not to aid their merry Jest.
It What hustle, what preparation, wha
:, feasting, what dancing, gave the countr
folk enough to talk about during the happ
- Christmas holidays, l cannot now describ
'r The bride of course looked lovely, an
1 "sheepish;" and the bridegroom-bl
| bridegrooms are always uninteresting. Or
i. fact, however, is worth recording. Whe
k Father Donovan concluded the ceremon
n before the bridal kiss had passed, Farm
Clary, without any reason that his wi
Or could discover, most indecrously sprangu
d, seized a shillelah of stout oak, and, whil
is ing it rapidly over his head, shouted
Y. "Carry me out by the powers she's bea
le we've won the day !-ould Ireland foreve
re Success boys she's beat, she's beat!"
w The priest, too, seemed vastly to enj
IN this extemporaneous effusion, and even Il
IS bride laughed outright. Whether the GO
ed wife discovered the plot or not, l nev
heard but of this am certain, that t
all joyous Norah never had reason to repe
i: her "wise thought"