ation took place between a wealthy grazier from the
neighboring parish, and one of our hero's most intimate, acquaintances.
It is valuable only as it throws light upon Denis's ultimate situation
in life, which, after all, was not what our readers might be inclined to
expect.

"Why, then, honest man," said Denis's friend, "that's a murdherin' fine
dhrove o' bullocks you're bringin' to the fair?"

"Ay!" replied the grazier, "you may say that. I'm thinkin' it wouldn't
be asay to aquil them."

"Faix, sure enough. Where wor they fed, wid simmission?"

"Up in Teernahusshogue. Arrah, will you tell me what weddin' was that
that passed awhile agone?"

"A son of ould Denis O'Shaughnessy's, God be merciful to his sowl!"

"Denis O'Shaughnessy! Is it him they called the 'Pigeon-house?' An' is
it possible he's dead?"

"He's dead, nabor, an' in throth, an honest man's dead!"

"As ever broke the world's bread. The Lord make his bed in heaven this
day! Hasn't he a son larnin' to be a priest in May-newth?"

"Ah! _Fahreer gairh!_ That's all over."

"Why, is he dead, too?"

"Be Gorra, no--but the conthrairy to that. 'Twas his weddin' you seen
passin' a minute agone."

"Is it the young sogarth's? Musha, bad end to you, man alive, an' spake
out. Tell us how that happened. Sowl it's a quare business, an' him was
in Maynewth!"

"Faith, he was so; an' they say there wasn't a man in Maynewth able to
tache him. But, passin' that over--you see, the father, ould Denis--an'
be Gorra, he was very bright, too, till the son grewn up, an' drownded
him wid the languidges--the father, you see, ould Denis himself, tuck
a faver whin the son was near a year in the college, an' it proved too
many for him. He died; an' whin young Dinny hard of it, the divil a one
of him would stay any longer in Maynewth. He came home like a scarecrow,
said he lost his health in it, an' refused to go back. Faith, it was
a lucky thing that his father died beforehand, for it would brake his
heart. As it was, they had terrible work about it. But ould Denis is
never dead while young Denis is livin'. Faix, he was as stiff as they
wor stout, an' wouldn't give in; so, afther ever so much' wranglin',
he got the upper hand by tellin' them that he wasn't able to bear the
college at all; an' that if he'd go back to it he'd soon folly his
father."

"An' what turned him against the college? Was that thrue?"

"Thrue!--thrue indeed! The same youth was never at a loss for a