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Carleton, William, 1794-1869

"The Emigrants Of Ahadarra The Works of William Carleton, Volume Two"

Oh, come with
me, father, darlin'. For her sake, compose yourself and come with me.
Oh, what are we to feel! wasn't she our mother? Wasn't she?--wasn't she?
What am I sayin'? Ay, but, now--we have no mother, now!"
M'Mahon still leaned upon his son's neck, but on hearing his favorite
daughter's voice, he put his arm round to where she stood, and
clasping her in, brought her close to him and Bryan, so that the three
individuals formed one sorrowing group together.
"Father," repeated Dora, "come with me for my mother's sake."
He started. "What's that you say, Dora? For your mother's sake? I will,
darlin'--for her sake, I will. Ay, that's the way to manage me--for her
sake. Oh, what wouldn't I do for her sake? Come, then, God bless you,
darlin', for puttin' that into my head. You may make me do anything now,
Dora, jewel--if you just ax it for her sake. Oh, my God! an is it
come to this? An' am I talkin' this way?--but--well, for her sake,
darlin'--for her sake. Come, I'll go in--but--but--oh, Bryan, how can
I?"
"You know father," replied Bryan, who now held his arm, "we must all
die, and it will be well for us if we can die as she died. Didn't father
Peter say that if ever the light of heaven was in a human heart, it was
in hers?"
"Ay, but when I go in an' look upon her, an' call Bridget, she won't
answer me.


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