This was more than the heart-broken man could bear, he walked back, and entering the wake-house, in a burst of vehement sorrow--"Oh, Bridget, my wife, my wife--is it any wondher we should feel your loss, when your favorite, Bracky, is callin' for you; but you won't come to her--that voice that so often charmed her will never charm the poor affectionate creature again." "Father dear," said Bryan, "if ever you were called upon to be a man it is now." "But, Byran, as God is to judge me," replied his father, "the cow--her own cow--is callin' for her in the cow-house widin--its truth--doesn't everything miss her--even poor Bracky feels as if she was dasarted.

Oh, my God, an' what will we do--what will we do!" This anecdote told by the sorrowing husband was indeed inexpressingly affecting.

Bryan, who had collected all his firmness with a hope of being able to sustain his father, was so much overpowered by this circumstance that, after two or three ineffectual attempts to soothe him, he was himself fairly overcome, and yielded for the moment to bitter tears, whilst the whole family broke out into one general outburst, of sorrow, accompanied in many cases by the spectators, who were not proof against the influence of so natural and touching an incident.
Their neighbors and friends, in the meantime, were pouring in fast from all directions.

Jemmy Burke and his wife--the latter ridiculously over-dressed--drove there upon their jaunting-car, which was considered a great compliment, followed soon afterwards by Hycy and Harry Clinton on horse-back.

Gerald Cavanagh and his family also came, with the exception of Kathleen and Hanna, who were, however, every moment expected.