I never can forgive her the art with which she wheedled that jotter-headed old sinner, your uncle, out of twelve hundred a year.

Unless it returns to the family, may my bitter malediction fall upon her and it." "Well, never mind, my dear mother, leave her to me--I shall have the girl and the property--but by hook or crook, the property.

I shall ride over there, now, and it will not be my fault, if I don't tip both her and them the saccharine." "By the way, though, Harry, now that I think of it, I'm afraid you'll have opposition." "Opposition! How is that ?" "It is said there is a distant relation of theirs, a gentleman named O'Connor, a Ferdora O'Connor, I think, who, it is supposed, is likely to be successful there; but, by the way, are you aware that they are Catholics ?" "As to that, my dear mother, I don't care a fig for her religion; my religion is her property, or rather will be so when I get it.

The other matter, however, is a thing I must look to--I mean the rivalry; but on that, too, we shall put our heads together, and try what can be done.

I am not very timid; and the proverb says, you know, a faint heart never won a fair lady." Our readers may perceive, from the spirit of the above conversation, that the son was worthy of the mother, and the mother of the son.