never came out of Dame Street! You had it from Madame's? Better for him to make you a present of another, to see which you like best. Well, what did he say?"

"Indeed, he said the present fashion was never meant for pretty faces; and it was a shame to shut up my black satin hair in a great box."

"Well, faith, you have beautiful hair; you can sit upon it. Is it black satin? Well, indeed, it shines a'most like your eyes.(Whisper.) Did he say any thing particular? Ah, why would you mind me!"

"Won't you have a trifle more cake, Mrs. Murphy? Did you enjoy yourself ma'am? You're quite strange lately. (A side) — Indeed, You seen me talk

I've a deal to say to you. to Margaret? It's getting on she is right well. Sure they're walking out every day along the canal; and it's often he dines with them. It's ready to ate her up he is. He'll soon propose, any how. I'm surprised, Mr. Kilaley don't

ask his intintions."

"Did he hear about Magra?"

Ogh! not at all! How would he hear of that fellow?

I always said he was no good.

It's the dinners he wanted, and a glass of wine now and then: it's not much he gets at home, barring punch. He flirted with three at once. This lad's fand of her. It isn't much notice he takes of Bessy Grier. Faith, Bessy's a fine lump of a girl.—Aisy sailing there, Mrs. Murphy.-She'd jump at him."

"Indeed, ma'am I believe you. If they expected him to call they wouldn't tie up the rapper."

"Did you see the tabinet her mother bought her?"

"Business must be brisk to stand that, Mrs. Fogarty."

"You may say that, ma'am. Tom Grier's a smart man he'll give her a thousand. Ah, look at Casan and Kitty Leahy!"

Better for

"Sure, Kitty's a fancy for him. him to go talk his nonsense to Juliana Molloy, and not to be humboging this poor crater. It's all talk he is, and singing. Well, Kitty's not so bad in her own hair: it's a pity they mix it. The second curl on this side's false, and the same th' other: they're too tight to be true. Sure th' others can't stand the steam

of the tay. Did ye see the new tooth she got? She went all the way to Dublin to get that one."

After the important business of tea-drinking we sat down to "loo," excepting a few of the elderlies; while Mrs. Fogarty hovered round the table, and occasionally addressed the priest or Denis. Meanwhile Mr. Casan was not idle.

"Do you want a good heart, Miss Leahy?" "Ah, I'm afraid of knaves."

"Sure it's the best out."

Maybe your price is high, Mr. Casan?" "Not at all. What'll I give for your own hand?"

"Indeed I wouldn't sell — it's not my game at all. Ah, Mr. Ambrose, would you plase to move,―you're crushing my thoigh!"

After cards succeeded oysters and punch, when Denis Fogarty came out uncommonly strong, astonishing the company as well as the

natives.

"Great fish, Mr. Fogarty," said the priest. "RALE POLDOODIES," said Denis, as they descended into the vast profound of his stomach.

Then came the break-up -the shawlingthe bonneting the walk home.

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If it be true that the pleasantest party is that where "the jokes are rather small and the laughter abundant," I might back Mrs. Fogarty's tea-parties against all society.

A QUIET DAY AT FARRELLSTOWN.

TAE writer, during his temporary stay in one of the midland counties, received one morning the following note:

"DEAR

"We will have a few friends to dine with us Thursday, and hope you will give us the pleasure too at six. Don't dress, but come any way it's only Hurd, and the Magras, and Harty Kavanagh, and perhaps the Murphys, any how, Dan. I would like to persuade the Slopers and Dunn, and we'll get Ambrose Casan and his cousins. My brother has asked a few, but we'll have a quiet party, and perhaps some spoiled-five and a knock. If you can oblige us with your spoons and forks and some plates, and the tureen and your servant, if he's doing nothing, we would be glad; and as our tables are short, he might bring one with him.