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You needn't be afraid of the comet to- day, Pat,' said I.

 'Needn't II nowg' said he, suddenly brightening up 'bless your honor's sowl for that word. I've been afeard 10 go up to the top iv this same, for fear the bloody comic should come along afore I could get down again; and destroy me root and branch and burn the clothes and the skin of iv me and kill me clean dead as door nail; and brush me down with the end iv his tail, to the great danger and destruction iv my life and all the rest iv my bones.- And Go ye raaly think, now, Misther, that it wont come to-day, that bloody comic ? I'll insure you fer sixpense, Pat.'

 Well now that's kind iv ye; but the divil sixpence have I got. Wouldn't your honor thrust me till night?'

 'Ay; Pat' I'll trust you till the comet

 'Will ye now? Then Misther. you shall have all my insurin. But afore go up, you'll. phase to give me bit of writin to show that I'm insured.'

 "A policy you mean 2

 'Ay, 'twould be thrue policy that; for then you saa could show it to the comic, and let him know that I'm insured.'

 Never mind the policy, Pat; I'll insure you by word ofmonth.'

 Being satisfied with this, the Irishman mounted the ladder, and emptied his nod. While up there could perceive that he turned his face to every point of the com- pass, as though looking for tho approach of the dreaded visitor. He presently de- scended and told me the insurance worked we'll, for the devil bit,' said he, did tho comic dare to show his ugly face.'

 But, Pat said I, comets seldom show themselves in the day-time.'

 'Oh, the thieves iv the world!' exclaim- ed he |; to come prowlin in the night like any other blackguard, who hasn't an honest face to show. But L don't care fig for him, that same comic, in the night {; be-. cause why? slape down cellar, mo and me wife, and all me childer; and the devil a bit can he find us there, the thief

 But,' said |, q if the world should be burnt up, you'll be likely to go with it.

 'Ah there it is now; there's no safety for an Irishman at all at all. He's perse- cuted in Ireland, and burnt to death with vagabone ofa comic in A Ameriky; and he's no where to hide his head out iv sight, on the top iv the wide world. And then if the tarraqueous globe is destroyed, and all the papal in it, where shall poor body find employment. There'll be no houses to build, nor no paple to build em and then wha.'ll poor hod-carrier dol Bles- sed St.. Pathrick! what'n become iv mel 2

 'Never fear, Pat,' said l, 'trust in your patron saint; be honest, industrious, and temperate and let the comet come when it will, it will never hurt you.'

 Bless your honor's sowl for that word ' said Pat; and seeing him mount tho ladder with renewed hope and fresh courage, turned again to look about me. ~ r. Constellation.