As we approach the open door-- "The noises intermix'd, which thence resound, Do learning's little tenement betray; Where sits the dame disguised in look profound, And eyes her fairy throng, and turns her wheel around." The venerable little woman had lived in this house fourteen years.
She was seventy-three years of age, and a native of Limerick.

She was educated at St Ann's School, in Dublin, and she had lived fourteen years in the service of a lady in that city.

The old dame made an effort to raise her feeble form when we entered, and she received us as courteously as the finest lady in the land could have done.

She told us that she charged only a penny a-week for her teaching; but, said she, "some of them can't pay it." "There's a poor child," continued she, "his father has been out of work eleven months, and they are starving but for the relief.

Still, I do get a little, and I like to have the children about me.