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DURNS.

 "We may as well give 1t up, Morris ] Donovan; look, 'twould be as easy to t,gis. the top eff the great hill of Howth as make father and mother agree about any one thmg. They've been playing the rule of contrary these twenty years, and it's not I likely they'll take turn now"

 "lt's mighty hard, so it is," replied hand some Morris, "that married people can't draw togeather. Norah, darlint! that wouldn't De the way with us. Sure it's one we'd be in heart and sowl, and an ex- ample of love and-n

 "folly,p interrupted the maiden, laugh ing. "Mouis, Morris, we've quarrelled score Q times s.iteady; and, to my think- ing, bit os a breeze makes life all the pleasanter. Shall talk about the merry Jig 1 danced with Phil Kennedy, or repeat what Mark Doolen said of me to Mary Grey l-eh, Morris p

 The long black lashes of Norah Clary's bright brown eyes almost touched her low, but dellcately penciled, brows, as she look ed archly up at her lover; her lip cured with half-playiul, half-malicious smile; but the glance was soon withdrawn, and the maiden's cheek glowed with deep and eloquent blush, when the young man pas- sed hls arm round her waist, and. pushing the clustering eurls from her forehead, gag ed upon her with a loving but mournfal look.

 "Leave joking now, Worry; God only | knnWc hAty | lcua 13 h, caiJ deep aud broken by emotion: s.rm yer equal, as far as money goes, and no young farmer In the country can tell better stock to his share than mine; yet 1 don't pretend to deserve yoa, for all that; only, 1 cant help saying that when we love each other, (now, don't go to contradict me, Worry. because ye've as good as owned it ever and over again. and yer father agreeable, and all, to think that yer mother, just out of dipilment, should be putting betwixt us, for no reason upon earth, only to spite her lawful hus- band, IS what sets me mad entirely, and sbems her to be a good for''-

 Stop, Mister Morris" exclaimed No rah, laying her hand upon his mouth, so as etiectually to prevent sound escaping; sits my mother ye're talking of, and 1t would be ilf-blood, as well as ill-bread, to fieaz word ssiiida against own parent Is that the patten of we're manners, SIT, or did ye ever hear me turn my tongue against one belonging to youi"

 "I ax we're pardon, my own Norah,' he replied meekly, as in duty bound; ''Eor the sake O the lamb we spare the sheep.- Why?-and Pm not going to gainsay but ye're mothern-

 "The least said $ the soonest mendedl" again interrupted the impatient girI.- ''Good even, Morris, and God bless ve; they'll be after missing me within, and it's little mother thinks where ] am.'

 "Norah 'bove all the girls at wake or pattern, Pve been true to you. We have grown together, and, since ye were the height of rose-bush, ye have been dearer to me than any thing else on earth. Do, love, do think if there's no way to win yer mother over. If ye'd take me without her leave, sure it's nothing I'd care for the loss O thousands, let alone what ye've got Dearest Norah, think, since you'll dc no- thing without her consent, do think-for once be serious, and don't laugh"

 It is fact, equally known and credited in the good barony of Bargy, that Morris Donovan really possessed an honest, sim cere, and affectionate heart-brave as H. on, and gentle as dove. He was, more over, the priests ephew,-understoo Lat in as well as the priest himself; and. better even than that, he was the beau, the Mag nus Apollo of the parish ga fine, noble- looking fellow. that all the girls (from the house-keepers lovely English niece at 1 Lord Gort's, down to little deaf Bess Mortican, the lame dress-maker,) were re- gularly and desperately in love with; still, I must confess, (perfeotion certainly was never found in man,) Morris was at times little--the least in the world--stupid ;- not exactly stupid either, but slow of in- vention,-would fight his way out of thousand scrapes, but could never get peace ablu out of one. No wonder, then, that where fighting was out of the question he was puzzled, and looked to the ready wIt oi the merry Norah for assistance. It was not very extraordinary that he loved the fairy creature--the sweetest, gayest, ot ali Irish girls flight ofheart. light oftoot, light of eye ;--now weeping like child over dead chicken or plundered nest. then dan cing on the top of hay-rick to the music of her own cheering voice ;-now coaxlng her termagant mother, and anon comfort ing her henpecked father. Do not let my I respected readers imagine that NIT. and Mrs. Clary were contemptible Irish bog l,ollsrs, with only plot of pratees, pig