You're all good, an' wor always good to grandfather, but Tom was my best son, and signs on it--everything thruv wid him, an' God will prosper an' bless him.

Where's Dora ?" "Here, grandfather." "Ay, that's the voice above all o' them that went like music to my heart; but well I know, and always did, who you have that voice from; ay, an' I know whose eyes--an' it's them that's the lovely eyes--Dora has.

Isn't the day fine, Dora ?" "It is, grandfather, a beautiful day." "Ay, thank God.

Well then I want to go out till I look--take one look at the ould places; for somehow I think my heart was never so much in them as now." It is impossible to say how or why the feeling prevailed, but the fact was, that the whole family were impressed with a conviction that this partial and sudden restoration of his powers was merely what is termed the lightening before death, and the consequence was, that every word he spoke occasioned their grief, for the loss of the venerable and virtuous patriarch, to break out with greater force.

When he was dressed he called Dora to aid her father in bringing him out, which she did with streaming eyes and sobbings that she could scarcely restrain.