After
having reached a little green eminence that commanded a glorious view of
the rich country beneath and around them, he called for his chair; "an',
Bryan," said he, "the manly and honest-hearted, do you bring it to me.
A blessin' will follow you, Bryan--a blessin' will follow my manly
grandson, that I often had a proud heart out of. An'; Bryan," he
proceeded, when the latter had returned with the chair and placed him
in it, "listen, Bryan--when you and Kathleen Cavanagh's married--but I
needn't say it--where was there one of your name to do an unmanly thing
in that respect?--but when you and Kathleen's married, be to her as your
own father was to her that's gone--ever and always kind and lovin',
an' what your grandfather that's now spaking to you, maybe for the last
time, was to her that's long, long an angel in heaven--my own Peggy
Slevin--but it's the Irish sound of it I like--Peggy Na Laveen. Bring
them all out here--but what is this?--why are you all cryin'? Sure;
there's nothing wrong--an' why do you cry?"
The other members of the family then assembled with tearful faces, and
the good old man proceeded:--
"Thomas M'Mahon, stand before me." The latter, with uncovered head, did
so; and his father resumed:--"Thomas M'Mahon, you're the only livin' son
I have, an' I'm now makin' my Will.
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