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TOUCHING ISclDExr-The following bcaut
fil. delicate and touching incident is taken from
a work of Irish Character, written by Mr.. and
Mrs. Hall We have read nothing more feeling
~ told for a twevemonth unless it was BrouTh.
ans exquisite story of the" Emigran's Family, :
published recently.


"Our attention was one day called 10 a young
Girl in he town of Galway, who had come ~
FIR Tho purpose srirry iarrbS. Ift=r
heart had zone to sea, bcqueathing his mother, a
verv infrm old woman. to her care. Soon after
his departure, Mary left her fathers more comfort
able dwelling 20 reside in the old wonan's CABIN.
So that as she said herself, she might watch the
craythur day and night, seeing she had no one
to look afIher her.


"fler parents were strongly impressed with the
idea that she had thrown her affections away upon
a wild sailor who woHld forget her; hut her faith
in him was unboundcd. A sheep was her fortune,
and she took it with her; 1t graZcd among the
crags, and in good time brought her twin lambs.
These she hoped to have been able tn keep tow
ards the formation of mountain flock; but the
season was so pinching, that TO support her old
friend she had brought the lambs TO town Tor sale
The two creatures were coupled together Ike
hounds; and, as she stood with her eyes cast
down, yet looking from them, 1t was impossible
not to note the sorrow stamped upon her gentle
features


Several asked the price, and after beating her
down. turned away without purchasing. This
continued Tor some time, until at last she sat
down, and passing her arms around her tieecy
charge, began to cry


"'I'm loath TO part them, she said weeping,
: vet | must part them for what they'll bring
Every one is the same; it's bitter poverty that
would make me part anything that has life in 1t.


"' Then why don't you go to your own home,
Mary, and take your lanmies home p


'.' am al my own home, answered Mary,
and sure it isn't because the woman is poor and
riendless tha, you would have me leave her, is
1t


''At last, a rough coated farmer, touched by her
distress. offered her the fair value oT her lambs
At frs, she eagerly accepted his proposal; bat
whcn she placed the tether in his hand, she raised
her eyes imploring'y to his face


"' sure, it isn't going 10 xii them ye are


g. No. my dear, no. it not; I'd be sorry to
hurt curl of their WOOL they'll go to my own
flock.


g. God bless you! she said, and departed
with smiling countenance.