MIsCELLAN NV.

From the London Forget-Me-Not.] TERENCE O'FLAHERTY.
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 Now, if you will just hold your tongue for short space, I shall tell you all about Terence O'Flaherty, the little red-headed tailor. who lived down in Kilrandy, just as YOU pass the door of Dermot Reilly, and bet upon the common. shall tell you all about him and his cross-tempered wife Judv and how he snuffed and chatted, & drank poteen with lhe ould enemy and how he made the devil pair of fbuck-skn brooches, and at last got rid of his wife e,and lived happily until he died-ifhe be indeed dead. which is the only thing concerning him which I don't know any thing about.

 Well, then, it happened one winters day. about Il o'clock at night, that Judy had gone to bed, and left Terence sitting upon the shop board, patching pair of corduroy brooches belonging to Father O. Phelim, the parish priest. Now you must [ know that, before turning into roost, Judy had bit of a row with the tailor, and had lent him a thump upon the side of the head with large three-cornered potatoe, which made his eyes to water, but whether it was the potatoe, or stiff glass of whis- key he had taken just before, that made them to water. I am sure ! don't know sOchon said Terence, as he stitched a. way at Father O'Phelim's brooches, my case is a bad one,-ano I'm all in both CT what to do.'

 sAs you say, your case is bad enough snake some one nigh at hand and on rais- ;no his eyes from his work, whom should Terence see, but a good-looking, dark faced. elderly gentleman, dressed in black, and having Dutch spectacles upon his nose, seated opposite to him, with his elbows . leaning upon the shop-board, his chin supp ported upon his hands, and his eyes fixed on O'Flaherty.

 Nv case, an plaise your honor, is bad enough said Terence,S ,S'but am afraid it must stand as it is, as there is no hel p for it at all.' That is as may be hereafter,' observed the stranger. Il know better than you do yourself that you are as thoroughly hem peckcd as any man in lreland.'

 And that's as true thing as was ever spoken said Terence.

 And your wife

 'Arrah, now plaise your worship, don't say any thing about her, for she sleeps in the next room, and she will hear every word that comes out of your mou,h.'

 sAh! there you go!' replied the gentle man. Il wonder, tailor O'Flaherty, you aren't ashamed of yourself. Devil of one word dare you utter above your breath.- Throw off tlis foolish bondage, mister, and be yourself again :-can't you speak, man?'

 But Terence was as dumb as fish, x iastead of answering the ould gentleman, he began to nope and sigh like parson saving the service over the dead.

 bid you hear what was saying, ,talior!' he demanded.

 .Oh.! yes, I did, quoth Terence, Out my wife, ., sPugh !--pack your wife to the devil, can't your

 q wish she were there from the bottom of my sowl,' said O'Flaherty.

 Now, it would have done your heart