This, I suppose, accounts for the droop in the leaf, which covers the left eye so completely, as well as for the ventilator, which so admirably refreshes the head, and allows the rain to come in so abundantly to cool it.

I cannot help reflecting, however, on the fate of those who have nothing better to wear, and of the hard condition which dooms them to it.

And now, my beloved _Cooleen Bawn_, whilst I have thus endeavored to make you smile, I assure you I have exaggerated very little.

This dress, you know, is precisely that of a wretched Connaught-man looking for employment.

The woman, who will, through our confidant, Lanigan, deliver this to you, is a poor faithful creature, a pensioner of mine, who may be trusted.