the other wan grippin' her
collar an' the clothes half torn aff her poor cowld corpse, her hands
stratched out afore her, wid the desperation in her heart to get away, an'
her white face wid the great eyes an' the light gone out av thim, the poor
craythur, God give her rest, an' so to us all.

"They laid thim dacintly, wid candles an' all, an' the wake that they had
was shuparb, fur the shtory was towld in all the counthry, wid the vartues
av Nora; an' the O'Brian's come from Ennis, an' the O'Moore's from
Crusheen, an' the Murphy's an' their frinds from Tipperary, an' more from
Clonmel. There was a power av atin' an' slathers av dhrink fur thim that
wanted it, fur, d'ye mind, thim of Cashel thried fur to show the rale
Irish hoshpitality, bekase O'Moore an' Nora were sint there to die an'
they thought it was their juty to thrate thim well. An' all the County
Clare an' Tipperary was at the berryin', an' they had three keeners, the
best that iver was, wan from Ennis, wan from Tipperary, an' wan from
Limerick, so that the praises av Nora wint on day an' night till the
berryin' was done. An' they made Nora's grave in Cormac's Chapel just in
front o' the Archbishop's tomb in the wall an' berried her first, an' tuk
O'Moore as far from her as they cud get him, an' put his grave as clost be
the wall as they cud go fur the shtones an' jist ferninst the big gate on
the left hand side, an' berried him last, an' sorra the good word they had
fur him aither.

"Poor Paddy wint nayther to the wake nor to the berryin', fur afther they
towld him the news, he sat as wan in a dhrame, no more cud they rouse him.
He'd go to his work very quite, an' niver shpake a word. An' so it was,
about a fortnight afther, he says to his mother, says he, 'Mother I seen
Nora last night an' she stood be me side an' laid her hand on me brow, an'
says "Come to Cashel, Paddy dear, an' be wid me."' An' his mother was
frighted entirely, for she parsaved he was wrong in his head. She thried
to aise his mind, but the next night he disappared. They folly'd him to
Cashel, but he dodged an' kept from thim complately whin they come an' so
they left him. In the day he'd hide an' slape, an' afther night, Nora's
sper't 'ud mate him an' walk wid him up an' down the shtones av the Chapel
an' undher the arches av the Cathaydral, an' he cared fur her grave, an'
bekase she was berried there, fur the graves av all thim that shlept on
the Rock. No more had he any frinds, but th