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And so days and weeks and months So that was all ould Molly would say, passed on, and Tom Malloy got thin- but there was nivir nobody so glad as ner and thinner, and his face hadn't Mary; she blessed her agin and agin, the laste bit of color, and his eyes that and pet her own bran new meriny shawl wor once so bright sunk deep in his on her shoulders, besides making her head, widout any light in 'em. Most a compliment of tay, enough to keep people thought he wasn't far from his the ould crathur for months; and as ind; and the talk ran thro' the country, soon as ivir the wise woman had turned that if he should die that way, it wasn't her back, Mary was off to look for a his body only, but his precious sowl black-handled knife. It was long or that the spirit would fly away wid. she found one exact to her mind; but Mary Delany heared this said, for she got it at last, and thin she nivir there's always plinty of folks to tell rested till she come to the place where cruel things widout mindin' one's feel- Tom Malloy was all alone wid his ings at all; and it hurt her more nor all the rest. She couldn't sleep nor He was sittin' under an ould thorn take the laste rest for thinkin' of the tree, that grew by itself on the common, strait the poor boy was in, all bekase a good piece from the town, wid his of his love for her; and her grief wore eyes cast on the ground, and no sign of her down the more, that she had to life in him, except just now and thin, keep it all to herself; and so from whin he'd give a sigh from the very thinkin' so tindherly of him, and accus bottom of his heart, which tould more ing herself as the cause of his misfortin, nor words could, of the throuble he was she came to love him wid all her heart. in; and he nivir seen Mary till she had Well, she was sittin' one morning all come close up to him, and wished him by herself, very sad like, just doin' no a “ kind good evening." At the sound thing at all, and the big drops rowling of her sweet voice, he riz up his eyes down her cheeks like rain, whin the to her face, and his own flushed up wid door opened and in come ould Molly surprise and joy, whin he seen the look Malone, the wise woman, and she tuk of pity and tinderness she cast upon a good look at Mary as if she'd see him, but he didn't spake nothing, only right into her mind, and says she : looked mournfully at her to see what

" It's thinkin' of Tom Malloy, you're she would say: So thin she tould him now, Mary Delany; and whin its amost all that the wise woman said, and she too late, its the best blood of your heart handed him the black-handled knife, you'd give to make him asy agin.” and begged him for the love of his body

Mary guv a start at hearin' her very and sowl to try to kill the spirit. But thoughts spoken, but she knew it was he shuk his head, and says he : no use to try and hide the truth from • Mary, it's no use, 'twill be well for the wise woman, so she owned it all to me whin my body is quiet and still; and her, and axed, could she give her any for my sowi I've no power to strive in charm that would free Tom Malloy any good now, Mary." from the spirit. It wasn't asy to refuse And thin he grew white as the wall Mary anything when the tears stud in agin, and his eyes opened wide, wid a her blue eyes; and so ould Molly up sort of fright, for ye see the spirit was and tould her that there was just the at him grinnin' and pointin', and strivone chance for Tom Malloy, and that ing to come between him and Mary. was to kill the spirit wid one stroke of Tom Malloy seed it, but Mary didn't ; a black-handled knife-only one, mind she only see the way Tom Malloy was ye-druv right into the middle of its in, and she wouldn't be put back from sinful heart, and left stickin' there, be what her heart was bent upon ; so she sure, or the spirit would come back to sat down beside him, and tuk his hand life, stronger nor ivir. And she tould in hers, and, says she : her beside, that 'twould be in some holy Tom Malloy, if you can't strive for place that Tom would have to go, your own sake, won't you for minewhere he'd have power to fix the spirit my heart will break if you don't get right down forenenst him, and thin if quit of that bad spirit.” he didn't put a strong heart and a steady And the tears come to her eyes and hand till it, 'twould be no use in life to she couldn't say no more for å minit, attempt it, for if he missed, he'd be in only just looked up in his face beseecha worser condition nor he was before. ing-like. Well, Tom felt new life

come into him at her words, and the the roof used to be-for it was all fallin' spirit disappeared whiles ivir he looked to decay--and showed him the spot, on Mary; for ye see her innocence and just as plain as day-light itself; só goodness druv it off the ground for the whinivir he got there, he bid the spirit, time—it was next to having the priest with a strong voice, get down forenenst himself to the fore--and so Tom tould him. And sure enough, down wint the her, and, says he :

ugly thing right afore his face, lookin' “Only give me hope, Mary, that if up at him wid a look might have frightivir I get quit of the spirit, you'll look ened a saint, not to mintion a poor sinon me as you do now, and spake to me ful man. Troth, 'twould be past all inas you do now, and I'll dare anything vintion to describe the horrid sights the to plase you."

spirit put upon Tom, to distract his, Mary didn't say nothing to that, for mind and divart the stroke from the she wouldn't make him down-hearted right spot; but Tom nivir luk his eyes by denyin' him the hope ; so she only off him for a minit, and he lifted up the smiled very kind and gentle, and her knife wid all his strength, and druv it smile soothed him more nor all she had right down into the middle of the black said, and he tuk the black-handled knife heart of the spirit, that was dartin' out and tould her he was ready that minit flames and serpents and stings. to do whatever she'd bid him, if 'twas “Strike me agin, Tom Malloy !” said to kill twinty spirits, let alone one. So the spirit wid a screech might have riz thin Mary counselled him to go that the dead. very night to the ould Abbey, where * Faith, ould divil, you don't come the monks used to be long ago, for av over me that way!" said Tom, for if he coorse that would be holy ground; and had struck him agin, ye know, the spirit she bid him get as nigh as he could to would have had power to come back to the stone crass, that was standin' there life, and be a hauntin' of Tom for ivir. may be a thousand years or more, and “ Och! bad manners to you, Tom to keep a strong heart agin the spirit, Malloy, you've did for me now!" and nivir to heed its timptins or tor- screeched out the spirit agin ; and wid mentins; and so she parted Tom Mal- that there riz up a storm beyant anyloy, wishing him all manner of luck, thing Tom had ivir seen before-sure and her heart's blessin' on his en- he dreaded that the ould Abbey would deevior.

fall down wid the shakin' it got ;-and Well, the minit she left the place, thin such horrid screechin’and groanin' back comes the spirit upon Tom wid begun, that Tom just stopped up his more spite nor ivir, and he thought it ears and shut his eyes tight, to wait till would go near to kill him wid its rag- it would be over. Thin

it wasn't long ins ; thin it amost broke his heart wid he had to wait-may be not more nor a its sneers and its scoffins, strivin' to minit had gone, whin he felt the soft set him agin Mary, and hissin' in his wind of summer passin' acrass him, ear just like a snake, that 'twas makin' coolin' his burnin' head; and whin he game of him she was, and putting all opened his eyes, there was the bright manner of doubts and misgivins into his moon shining down on him, lightin' up mind; but he nivir answered a word, the ould ruins, wid the ivy creepin' only struv to keep to the thoughts of about 'em, and makin' 'em look a dale Mary's sweet face and kind words until purtier than the big new church down nightfall, and thin he wint off just as in the town, nate as it is. she had tould him to the ould Abbey. Well, Tom Malloy was happy as a Och, thin, all that the spirit had ivir king. He was quit of the spirit, and he done agin Tom afore, was light com- felt more light-hearted nor a bird, and pared wid the scourgins it guy him all so before he wint out of the Abbey, he the way there ; but he kep up his cou- looked all round to see was there any rage by thinking of Mary, and he felt sign of the spirit in it; but nothin' at himself get stronger and stronger the all could he see, only just one drop of more he resisted the spirit. So at last black blood on the spot where the thing he kem to the Abbey, and walked right had stud. So Tom wint out of the into it, nivir mind all that the spirit did Abbey wid a grateful heart—and whin to hinder him. And he kem up as close he passed the door, what should he see as ivir he could to the ould stone crass; just a step or two beyant, but a figure the light of the moon kem thro' where kneelin' wid her hands clasped; and

the moonbeams that wor shinin' full on a heart-scald by doin' what wouldn't her beautiful face, showed him 'twas be plasin' to him-such a change none other than Mary Delany herself, come over Tom, and he grew to be and whinivir she seen Tom comin' out, such a dacent, sober boy, that there she riz up to meet him, but her heart wasn't the laste fault to find wid him ; was too full to spake. Well, may be and not many months afther that time, he didn't step forrard in no time to ould Murtough Delany giv his consint comfort her wid the good news, and a and his blissin', and Tom Malloy marpleasant walk they had home together ried Mary.

And sure it aint many a by the light of the bright moon. And one's luck to be happier nor he was all more nor that kem of it, for tho' Mary his life afther, for if it was a bad spirit wouldn't promise to be his wife thin– he had killed afore, it was a good angel for she wasn't the girl to give her father he had won to be his wife.

THE NEW WIFE AND THE OLD.

BY J. G. WHITTIER.

[Hampton, N. H., is one of the oldest settlements in New England. It has perhaps more than ite share of marvellous anecdote, in which the celebrated Gen. M.—& Yankee Faust-is a celebrated character. The legend versified below was related to me when a child, by a venerable family vigitant.)

Hampton's woods are still to-night,
As yon spire which breaks the light
Of the half-faced moon. No breeze
Bears the murmur of the seas
From the long white beach, or waves
Elm leaves o'er the village graves.

From the brief dream of a bride,
She hath wakened at his side,
With half-uttered shriek and start-
Feels she not his beating heart?
And the pressure of his arm,
And his breathing near and warm?

Lightly from the bridal bed
Springs that fair dishevelled head;
And, a feeling new, intense,
Half of shame, half innocence,
Maiden fear and wonder, speaks
Through her parted lip and cheeks.

From the oaken mantle glowing,
Faintest light the lamp is throwing,
On the mirror's antique mould,
High-backed chair, and wainscot old,
And, through faded curtains stealing,
His dark sleeping face revealing.

Listless lies the strong man there,
Silver-streaked his careless hair ;
Lips of love have left no trace
On that hard and haughty face.

And that forehead's knitted thought
Love's soft hand hath not unwrought.

Yet,” she sighs," he loves me well,
More than these calm lips will tell ;
Stooping to my lowly state,
He hath made me rich and great,
And I bless him though he be
Hard and stern to all save me !"

While she speaketh falls the light
O'er her fingers small and white;
Gold and gem, and costly ring
Back the timid lustre fling-
Love's selectest gifts and rare
His proud hand hath fastened there.

Gratefully she marks the glow
From those tapering lines of snow;
Fondly o'er the sleeper bending
His black hair with golden blending,
In her soft and light caress,
Cheek and lip together press.

Ha!-that start of horror !-Why
That wild s.

-9 and wilder cry,
Full of terror, full of pain ?
Is there madness in her brain ?
Hark! that gasping hoarse and low :

Spare me-spare me-let me go!"

God have mercy !-Icy cold
Spectral hands her own enfold,
Drawing silently from them
Love's fair gifts of gold and gem,
" Waken! save me!"-still as death
At her side he slumbereth.

Ring and bracelet all are gone,
And that ice-cold hand withdrawn ;
But she hears a murmur low,
Full of sweetness, full of wo,
Half a sigh and half a moan:
“ Fear not ! Give the dead her own!”

Ah !-the dead wife's voice she knows !
That cold hand whose pressure froze,
Once in warmest life had borne
Gem and band her own hath worn.
“ Wake thee! Wake thee!" Lo, his eyes
Open with a dull surprise.

In his arms the strong man folds her,
Closer to his breast he holds her;
Trembling limbs his own are meeting,
And he feels her heart's quick beating;
“Nay, my dearest, why this fear?"
“ Hush !" she saith," the dead is here !

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