Oh, thin, is it any wondher that you should get it, an' that half the parish should be dyin' in love wid you?
for, in troth, it's enough to make an ould man feel young agin even to look at you.

I was afraid they might see me givin' you the letther from the windy, and that's what made me sign to you to come to me here.

Good-bye _a colleen dhas_ (* Pretty girl.)--an' it's you that's that sure enough." The features, neck, and bosom of the girl, on receiving this communication, were overspread with one general blush, and she stood, for a few moments, irresolute and confused.

In the mean time Peety had passed on, and after a pause of a few minutes, she looked at the letter more attentively, and slowly broke it open.

It was probably the first epistle she had ever received, and we need scarcely say that, as a natural consequence, she was by no means quick in deciphering written hand.