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From the Literary soueenis. THE MlslSpERlfR.
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 If you walk through the ruined town of kilmailoek, just outside of it you will sec hard by the big old oak, q di- lapltated forge. In that forge the strokes of the sedge hammer have long sineeeeased 10 sibrate on ihe ear. and he sssass eHficee Tfs!!GI,esd! t Sc stos.ttils. sleeps quietly under the east window of the old abbey.

 pleasant fellow he was before he was laid where he k, and a clever fei- tow withal. But what made him most t'lmous in his day and generation, was his power of breaking horses by a whisper; whence he went by the name oi the ssI'he Whisperer,n and his fame was spread over six counties Of song abounding Munster. Give him tae fierccst horse that ever broke q mans neck. and Terence 'Sallvan-for that was the Wlisperer's name. boldly went np to him, clapped his hand upon his rnane, applied his mouth to his. ear, whispered something, e, nobody knows what, into 1t, and in two minutes after wards, the animal was as quiet as a Quaker. Some said it was effected by this method, and some by that. but it was aii mere guessing, and to this day nobody knows the real truth, except ing his son Dennis. to whom the old man told the secret on his death bed. But there is an old saving, that the world always goes on from bad to worse, and II is verified in this case; for Den his does not manage the business half sell q! -s hs;s f They the reason is.'Eat he does not go up to the horse ;a'a! ;9:ss tic tie ola f ff dash ine, offhana fellow. who frared neither ma nor beast.l was won't to do: and it may be that there is something in it.. for mans horse in this respect. is like his sweetheart. and is not the worse for being approached with some dearee of spirit.

 However, it matters not as to the precise way the Vhisperer operated. tue manner in which he originally ac- analnted himself with the art. was this. If t'iCc WdS Viit idf dl tis fOTEes Du- sily employed, as usual, in fashioning a horseshoe, thinking of nothing at all. but barely whistling; when there came by soldier, lame and wavworn. toiling along slowly on the dusty rcad, in the heatof a July day.

 ssINhe blessing of God and the Vir- gin Dc upon you, said Terence to the weary man.

 s'I am afraid" " said the soldier, Il have little chance for either: thank you pevertheless for the kindness of your Rnt aa.lao the good wish a good dsed. s.,,, flint itil ti,i st, pae drink of water"

 So Terence answered hiaa from amid the sparks of the fire, as he stlll labor ed al the iron:

 s'i tiripk no water except when l can not help it, and I've no notion of doing to another, what 1 would nat wish'to be done to myself. The best of butter milk from this to Dublin. sIiail be al Yoar service, and lasing down his sledge hammer, he went and bought some to the poor soldier.

 The traveller drank eagerly of the Hroacrcd bowl, and when lie had finish,