How did she complain or get ill; for I think she wasn't worse when I left home ?" "It's all in her stomach," replied his father.

"She was seized wid cramps in her stomach, an' she complains very much of her head; but her whole strength is gone, she can hardly spake, and she has death in her face." At this moment his brother Michael came to them, and said--"Bryan--Bryan"-- but he could proceed no farther.
"Whisht, Michael," said the other; "this is a shame; instead of supportin' and cheer-in' my father, you're only doing him harm.

I tell you all that you'll find there's no raison for this great grief.

Be a man, Michael--" "She has heard your voice," proceeded his brother, "and wishes to see you." This proof of her affection for him, at the very moment when he was attempting to console others, was almost more than he could bear.
Bryan knew that he himself had been her favorite son, so far as a heart overflowing with kindness and all the tender emotions that consecrate domestic life and make up its happiness, could be said to have a favorite.

There was, however, that almost imperceptible partiality, which rarely made its appearance unless in some slight and inconsiderable circumstances, but which, for that very reason, was valuable in proportion to its delicacy and the caution with which it was guarded.