'What's that you have dragging there behind you ?' "'A boneen, sir,' says I.'Isn't he a fine crayture ?--av he wasn't so troublesome.' "'Troublesome, troublesome--what do you mean ?' "'Just so,' says I.'Isn't he parsecutiug the life out of me the whole morning, following me about everywhere I go?
Contrary bastes they always was.' "'I advise you to try and part company, my friend, notwithstanding,' says he; 'or may be it's the same end you'll be coming to, and not long either.' And faix, I took his advice; and ye see, Mister Charles, it's just as I was saying, they're like the women, the least thing in life is enough to bring them after us, _av ye only put the 'comether'_ upon them." "And now adieu to the Villa Nuova," said I, as I rode slowly down the avenue, turning ever and anon in my saddle to look back on each well-known spot.
A heavy sigh from Mike responded to my words.
"A long, a last farewell!" said I, waving my hand towards the trellised walls, now half-hidden by the trees; and, as I spoke, that heaviness of the heart came over me that seems inseparable from leave-taking.

The hour of parting seems like a warning to us that all our enjoyments and pleasures here are destined to a short and merely fleeting existence; and as each scene of life passes away never to return, we are made to feel that youth and hope are passing with them; and that, although the fair world be as bright, and its pleasures as rich in abundance, our capacity of enjoyment is daily, hourly diminishing; and while all around us smiles in beauty and happiness, that we, alas! are not what we were.
Such was the tenor of my thoughts as I reached the road, when they were suddenly interrupted by my man Mike, whose meditations were following a somewhat similar channel, though at last inclining to different conclusions.

He coughed a couple of times as if to attract my attention, and then, as it were half thinking aloud, he muttered,-- "I wonder if we treated the young ladies well, anyhow, Mister Charles, for, faix, I've my doubts on it.".