At length she recovered a certain degree of composure, and, after settling her dress and luxuriant brown hair, aided by Mrs.Brown and Mrs.Hastings, she arose, and once more approaching her lovely, but unconscious, mistress, knelt down, and, clasping her hands, looked up to heaven, whilst she said: "Here, I take the Almighty God to witness, that from this moment out I renounce father and mother, brother and sister, friend and relative, man and woman, and will abide by my dear unhappy _Cooleen Bawn_--that blighted flower before us--both by day and by night--through all seasons--through all places wherever she may go, or be brought, until it may please God to restore her to reason, or until death may close her sufferings, should I live so long, and have health and strength to carry out this solemn oath; so may God hear me, and assist me in my intention." She then rose, and, putting her arms around the fair girl, kissed her lips, and poured forth a copious flood of tears into her bosom.
"I am yours now," she said, caressing her mournfully: "I am yours now, my ever darling mistress; and from this hour forth nothing but death will ever separate your own Connor from you." Well and faithfully did she keep that generous and heroic oath.

Ever, for many a long and hopeless year, was she to be found, both night and day, by the side of that beautiful but melancholy sufferer.

No other hand ever dressed or undressed her; no other individual ever attended to her wants, or complied with those little fitful changes and caprices to which persons of her unhappy class are subject.

The consequence of this tender and devoted attachment was singular, but not by any means incompatible, we think, even with her situation.

If Connor, for instance, was any short time absent, and another person supplied her place, the _Cooleen Bawn_, in whose noble and loving heart the strong instincts of affection could never die, uniformly appeared dissatisfied and uneasy, and looked around her, as if for some object that would afford her pleasure.