As to the leases, there is no difficulty in the way, M'Mahon, except to get our young landlord to sign them.

That we will easily do, of course; in the meantime, do you go on, improve your land, and strive to do something for your children, M'Mahon; for, in this world, he that won't assist himself will find very few that will.

The leases are in Dublin; if you wish, I'll send for them, and have them ready for the landlord's signature whenever he comes down here; or I'll leave them in town, where I shall be more likely to see him." "Very well, sir," replied M'Mahon, "I lave it all in your own hands, for I know that if you won't be my friend, you won't be my enemy." "Well--certainly--I hope not.

Will you take anything?
Here, James, bring in some brandy." M'Mahon's protest against the brandy was anything but invincible.
Fethertonge's manner was so kind, so familiar, and his interest in the success of himself and his family so unaffectedly warm and sincere, that, after drinking his health, he took his leave with a light and.
happy heart.
Their journey home was a little more lively than the depression of Jemmy Burke's mind had allowed it to be on their way to the auction.

Yet each had his own peculiar feelings, independently of those which were elicited by the conversation.