n' to,
I wouldn't part wid him to nobody whatsomever, at all, good or bad."

The most original gift of all was a purse, formed of a small bladder,
ingeniously covered with silk. It was given to him by his uncle, as a
remembrance of him, in the first place; and secondly, for a more special
purpose.

"This will sarve you, sir," said his uncle, "an' I'll tell you how: if
you want to smuggle in a sup of good whiskey--as of coorse you will,
plase goodness--why this houlds exactly a pint, an' is the very thing
for it. The sorra one among them will ever think of searchin' your
purse, at least for whiskey. Put it in your pocket, Misther Dionmsis;
an' I'd take it as a great kindness if you'd write me a scrape or two of
the pen, mentionin' what a good parish 'ud be worth: you'll soon be able
to tell me, for I've some notion myself of puttin' Barny to Latin."

Denis was perfectly aware of the honest warmth of heart with which these
simple tokens of esteem were presented to him; and young as he was,
his knowledge of their habits and prejudices prevented him from
disappointing them by a refusal. He consequently accepted everything
offered him, appropriated to himself whatever was suitable to his wants,
converted the remainder into pocket-money, and, of course, kept his
conscience void of offence toward them all: a state of Christian virtue
which his refusal of any one gift would have rendered difficult.

On the day before his departure the friends and relations of the family
assembled to hold their farewell meeting. The same spirit which marked
all their rustic symposia presided in this; if we except a feeling of
sorrow natural to his family on being separated from one they loved so
affectionately. Denis, who was never deficient in warmth of feeling,
could not be insensible to the love and pride with which his family had
always looked upon him. Ambition, as he approached it, lost much of
its fictitious glitter. A sense of sorrow, if not of remorse, for the
fastidious and overbearing spirit he had manifested to them, pressed
upon his heart. Pride, in fact, was expelled; nature resumed her empire
over him; he looked upon the last two months of his life as a man would
be apt to do who had been all that time under the dominion of a feverish
dream. We do not say, however, that either ambition or superstition was
thoroughly expelled from his mind; for it is hard at all times to root
them out of the system of man: but they ceased to gov