The next morning a relation of Mrs. Kelly's came down
to my brother, hoping liiat, as they wished to have as
decent a funeral as possible, he would be so kind as to
attend it.
" Musha, God knows, sir," said the man, " it's poor
Denis — hea:vens be his bed — that bad the regard and
reverence for every one, young and ould, of your farfier's
family ; and it's himself that would be the pa-oud man,
if he was living, to see you, sir, riding after bis
coffin."

" Well," said my brother, " let Mrs. Kelly know that I
shall certainly attend, and so will my brother here, who
has come to pay me a visit. Why, I believe, Tom, you
forget him ! "

" Your brother, sir ! Is it Masther Toby, that used
to cudgel the half of the counthry when he was at school ?
Gad's my life, Masther Toby (I was now about thirty-
six), but it's your four quarters, sure enough ! Arrah,
thin, sir, who'd think it — you're grown so full and stout
— but, faix, you'd always the bone in you ! Ah, Masther
Toby ! " said he, " he's lying cowid this morning that
would be the h^py man to lay his eyes wanst more
upon you. Many an' many's the winther's evening
did he spind talking about the time when you and he
were bouchah together, and of the pranks you played
at sdiool, but espedally of the time you both leathered the
four Grogans and tuck the apples from them— my poor



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