tongs
To each other belongs,
And the kettle sings songs
Full of family glee;
While alone with your cup
Like a hermit you sup,
Och hone! widow machree.

And how do you know, with the comforts I've towld,--
Och hone! widow machree,--
But you're keeping some poor fellow out in the cowld,
Och hone! widow machree!
With such sins on your head,
Sure your peace would be fled;
Could you sleep in your bed
Without thinking to see
Some ghost or some sprite,
That would wake you each night,
Crying "Och hone! widow machree!"

Then take my advice, darling widow machree,--
Och hone! widow machree,--
And with my advice, Faith, I wish you'd take me,
Och hone! widow machree!
You'd have me to desire
Then to stir up the fire;
And sure hope is no liar
In whispering to me,
That the ghosts would depart
When you'd me near your heart,--
Och hone! widow machree!

LIMESTONE BROTH

_By_ GERALD GRIFFIN

"My father went once upon a time about the country, in the idle season,
seeing if he could make a penny at all by cutting hair or setting
rashurs or pen-knives, or any other job that would fall in his way.

Weel an' good--he was one day walking alone in the mountains of Kerry,
without a ha'p'ny in his pocket (for though he traveled afoot, it cost
him more than he earned), an' knowing there was but little love for a
County Limerick man in the place where he was, an' being half perished
with the hunger, an' evening drawing nigh, he didn't know well what to
do with himself till morning.

Very good--he went along the wild road; an' if he did, he soon sees a
farmhouse at a little distance o' one side--a snug-looking place, with
the smoke curling up out of the chimney, an' all tokens of good living
inside. Well, some people would live where a fox would starve.

What do you think did my father do? He wouldn't beg (a thing one of our
people never done yet, thank heaven!) an' he hadn't the money to buy a
thing, so what does he do? He takes up a couple o' the big limestones
that were lying in the road, in his two hands, an' away with him to the
house.

[Illustration: HE SOON SEES A FARMHOUSE AT A LITTLE DISTANCE]

'Lord save all here!' says he, walking in the door.

'And you kindly,' says they.

'I'm come to you,' says he, this way, looking at the two