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"beeatlse nothing belonging to Morris, ! let alone Morris himself, shall come into the house. replied Clary she's not to my lik- 1 ing, any how, andthere's no good in his botf- erlng here after what he won't gei.''

 "Excellent !o thought Norah.

 "Lord save nst'' eiaeulated Mrs. Ciary, l as she placed the griled snipes on the ta- bic, s'Whatss come to the man P Without 1 needing his resolution, she was proceeding to distribute the savoury s'birdeens," when, to her astonishment, her usually tame hus- band threw dish and its contents into the flames the good woman absolutely stood for moment aghast. The calm, however, was net of long duration. She soon ralli- ed, and, with biazing face and fiery tongue, thus commenced hostlities: .sHow dare ye, ye spalpeen, throw away any of Gods mate after that fashion, and to the fore What do you mane, say"

 s.I mane that nothing touched by Morris Donovan shall come under this roof; and If 1, l catch that girl of mine. looking at the same side O the road he walks on, by the powers, Pll tear the eyes out of her head, and send her to nunnery T,

 You will And dare you to say that to my face, to child Q mine! You will will ye l-we'll see, my boy Pll tell ye what, if like, Morris Donovan shaH come into this house, and, what's more, be master of this house and that's what gou never had the heart to be yet, ye poor ould snail P So saying, Mistress Cary endea- voured to rescue from the fire the hisslng remains of the burning snipes. Norah at- tempted to assist her mother, but Ciary, lifting her up somewhat after the fashion of an eagle raising golden wren with its claw, I fairly put her out of the kitchen. This was the signal for fresh hostilities. Mrs. Cla- ry stormed and stamped; and Mir. Clary persisted in abusing, not only Morris, but 1 Morris's uncle, Father Donovan, until at last the farmers helpmate s,eore, ay, and roundly too, by cross and saint, that, before the next sunset, N orah Clary should be Mo- rah Donovan. ] wish you could have seen Norry's eve, dancing with joy and exulta- ton as 1t peeped through the lateh-hole ;-- itsparkled more brightly than the richest diamond in monareh's crown, for 1t was filled with hope and love.

 The next morning was clear and frosty,- long, slender icicles hung from tho branch es of the wild hawthorn and holly, and even under the light foosteps of Norah the glazed herbage cracked like feathery glass. The mountain I'll marmured under frost- bound covering and the poor sheep, in their warm fleeces, gazed mournfnly on the landscape, beautiful as if was in the healthy morning light, for neither on hiii or daie 1 could they discover a mouthful of grass. The chill December breeze rushed nnheed- ed over the glowing cheek of Norah Clary, for her .wise thought had prospered, and she was hastening to the trysting-tree, where, ''by chance" either morning or eve- hing, she generally met Morris Donovan. | don't know how it Is, but the moment that the course of true love runs smooth, 1t be- comes very uninteresting, exceptto the par ties concerned. So 1t is only now left for me to say that the maiden, after due and proper time consumed in teazing and tanta- lizing her intended, Ia practice, by the way, which I sfrongh recommend as the best mode of discovering the temper, &c. of the gentleman,) told him her saucy plan and its result. And the lover hastened upon the wings of love (which beg my readers clearly to understand are swiffer and strong- CT in Ireland than in any other country) to apprize the priest of the arrangement, well knowing that his reverence loved his ne- phew and niece that was to be {to say mo- thing of the wedding supper and the profits arising therefrom) too well not to aid their merry jest.

 i What hustle, what preparation, what feast ing, what dancing, gave the country folk enough to talk about during the happy l Christmas holidays, cannot now describe. l The bride, of course, looked lovely and sheepish and the bridegroom-bu pshaw! bridegrooms are always uninteresting. One fact, however, is worth recording.- When Father Donovan concluded the cer- emony. before the bridal kiss had passed, Farmer Clary, without any reason that his wife could discover, most indecorousy sprang up, seized shlelah of stout oak, and whirlng it rapidly over his head, shout ed-"Carry me out! by the powers. she's bet! we've won the day !-Ould Ireland for ever! Success, boysl she's bet l"- l The priest, too, seemed vastly to enjoy this extemporaneous effusion, and even the bride laughed outright. Whether the good wife discovered the plot or no, i never heard but of this am certain, that joyous Norah never had reason to repent her "Wise Thought"

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