If I die, it is as a good Christian and a gentleman,--how should I be otherwise when educated by such a mother as you?
I forgive all my enemies--I beg your blessing as a dutiful son.
I desire that my mare Nora, which my uncle gave me, and which I called after the most faithless of her sex, may be returned to Castle Brady, and beg you will give my silver-hiked hanger to Phil Purcell, the gamekeeper.

Present my duty to my uncle and Ulick, and all the girls of MY party there.

And I remain your dutiful son, 'REDMOND BARRY.' To Nora I wrote:-- 'This letter will be found in my bosom along with the token you gave me.
It will be dyed in my blood (unless I have Captain Quin's, whom I hate, but forgive), and will be a pretty ornament for you on your marriage-day.

Wear it, and think of the poor boy to whom you gave it, and who died (as he was always ready to do) for your sake.
'REDMOND.' These letters being written, and sealed with my father's great silver seal of the Barry arms, I went down to breakfast; where my mother was waiting for me, you may be sure.

We did not say a single word about what was taking place: on the contrary, we talked of anything but that; about who was at church the day before, and about my wanting new clothes now I was grown so tall.