After having reached a little green eminence that commanded a glorious view of the rich country beneath and around them, he called for his chair; "an', Bryan," said he, "the manly and honest-hearted, do you bring it to me.
A blessin' will follow you, Bryan--a blessin' will follow my manly grandson, that I often had a proud heart out of.

An'; Bryan," he proceeded, when the latter had returned with the chair and placed him in it, "listen, Bryan--when you and Kathleen Cavanagh's married--but I needn't say it--where was there one of your name to do an unmanly thing in that respect ?--but when you and Kathleen's married, be to her as your own father was to her that's gone--ever and always kind and lovin', an' what your grandfather that's now spaking to you, maybe for the last time, was to her that's long, long an angel in heaven--my own Peggy Slevin--but it's the Irish sound of it I like--Peggy Na Laveen.

Bring them all out here--but what is this ?--why are you all cryin'?
Sure; there's nothing wrong--an' why do you cry ?" The other members of the family then assembled with tearful faces, and the good old man proceeded:-- "Thomas M'Mahon, stand before me." The latter, with uncovered head, did so; and his father resumed:--"Thomas M'Mahon, you're the only livin' son I have, an' I'm now makin' my Will.

I lave this farm of Carriglass to you, while you live, wid all that's on it and in it;--that is, that I have any right to lave you--I lave it to you wid my blessin', and may God grant you long life and health to enjoy it.

Ahadarra isn't mine to give, but, Bryan, it's your's; an' as I said to your father, God grant you health and long life to enjoy it, as he will to both o' you." "Oh! little you know, grandfather dear," replied Shibby, "that we've done wid both of them for ever." "Shibby, God bless you, achora," he returned; "but the ould man's lips can spake nothing now but the truth; an' my blessin' an' my wish, comin' from the Almighty as they do, won't pass away like common words." He then paused for a few minutes, but appeared to take a comprehensive view of the surrounding country.
"But, grandfather," proceeded simple-hearted Shibby, "sure the match between Bryan and Kathleen Cavanagh is broken up, an' they're not to be married at all." "Don't I say, darlin', that they will be married, an' be happy--ay, an' may God make them happy! as He will, blessed be His holy name! God, acushla, can bring about everything in His own good way." After another pause of some minutes he murmured to himself--"Peggy Na Laveen--Peggy Na Laveen--how far that name has gone! Turn me round a little.