Achora machree, I'm come, then, to take
my last farewell of you. Farewell, then, my darlin' wife, till we meet
for evermore in heaven!"
He departed from the grave slowly, and returned in deep sorrow to his
own house.
About twelve o'clock the next morning, the family and those neighbors
who were assembled as usual at the wake-house, from respect to the dead,
were a good deal surprised by the appearance of Mr. Vanston and their
landlord, both of whom entered the house.
"Gentlemen, you're welcome," said old M'Mahon; "but I'm sorry to say
that it's to a house of grief and throuble I must welcome you--death's
here, gentlemen, and more than death; but God's will be done, we must be
obaidient."
"M'Mahon," said Chevydale, "give me your hand. I am sorry that either
you or your son have suffered anything on my account. I am come now to
render you an act of justice--to compensate both you and him, as far
as I can, for the anxiety you have endured. Consider yourselves
both, therefore, as restored to your farms at the terms you proposed
originally. I shall have leases prepared--give up the notion of
emigration--the country cannot spare such men as you and your admirable
son. I shall have leases I say prepared, and you will be under no
necessity of leaving either Carriglass or Ahadarra."
Need we describe the effect which such a communication had upon this
sterling-hearted family? Need we assure our readers that the weight
was removed from all their hearts, and the cloud from every brow? Is it
necessary to add that Bryan M'Mahon and his high-minded Kathleen were
married? that Dora and James followed their example, and that Edward
Burke, in due time, bestowed his hand upon sweet and affectionate Hanna
Cavanagh?
We have little now to add.
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