I've lost many a weary day an' night in studyin' the further, an' in lookin' into what's to come.

I must spake, then, what I think an' what I know, regardin' her.

I must; for when the feelin' is on me, I can't keep the prophecy back." "Oh! let me go, mother," exclaimed the alarmed girl; "let me go; I can't bear to look at him." "One minute, acushla, till you hear what he has to say to you," and she held her back, with a kind of authoritative violence, as Mave attempted to leave the room.
"Don't be alarmed my purty creature," spoke the prophet; "don't be alarmed at what I'm goin' to say to you, an' about you, for you needn't.
I see great good fortune before you.

I see a grand an' handsome husband at your side, and a fine house to live in.

I see stairs, an' carpets, an' horses, an' hounds, an' yourself, with jewels in your white little ears, an' silks, an' satins on your purty figure.