Oh! clear an' sweet they
used to ring across the glen of the Mountain Wather. An' there's the
hills an' the fields where she an' I so often sported when we wor both
young; there they are, an' many a happy day we had on them; but sure God
was good to us, blessed be His name, as He ever will be to them that's
obadient to His holy will!"
As he uttered the last words he clasped his two hands together, and,
having closed his eyes, he muttered something internally which they
could not understand. "Now," said he, "bring me in again; I have got my
last look at them all--the ould places, the brave ould places! oh, who
would lave them for any other country? But at any rate, Tom, achora,
don't take me away from them; sure you wouldn't part me from the green
fields of Carriglass? Sure you'd not take me from the blessed graveyard
of Carndhu, where we all sleep. I couldn't rest in a sthrange grave,
nor among strange people; I couldn't rest, barrin' I'm wid her, Peggy Na
Laveen." These words he uttered after his return into the house.
"Grandfather," said Bryan, "make your mind aisy; we won't take you
from the brave ould places, and you will sleep in Carndhu with Peggy Na
Laveen; make your heart and mind easy, then, for you won't be parted."
He turned his eyes upon the speaker, and a gleam of exultation and
delight settled upon his worn but venerable features; nor did it wholly
pass away, for, although his chin sank upon his breast, yet the placid
expression remained.
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