go to you that you shall niver pass bottle full nor glass empty.  God preserve the light av your onderstandin’ to you, my jewel av a bhoy, that ye may niver forget what you mint to be an’ do, whin you’re wallowin’ in the muck!  May ye see the betther and follow the worse as long as there’s breath in your body; an’ may ye die quick in a strange land, watchin’ your death before ut takes you, an’ enable to stir hand or foot!”

‘I heard a scufflin’ in the room behind, and thin Dinah Shadd’s hand dhropped into mine like a rose-leaf into a muddy road.

‘"The half av that I’ll take,” sez she, “an’ more too if I can.  Go home, ye silly talkin’ woman,—­go home an’ confess.”

‘"Come away!  Come away!” sez Judy, pullin’ her mother by the shawl.  “’Twas none av Terence’s fault.  For the love av Mary stop the talkin’!”

“‘An’ you!” said ould Mother Sheehy, spinnin’ round forninst Dinah.  “Will ye take the half av that man’s load?  Stand off from him, Dinah Shadd, before he takes you down too—­you that look to be a quarther-master-sergeant’s wife in five years.  You look too high, child.  You shall wash for the quarther-master-sergeant, whin he plases to give you the job out av charity; but a privit’s wife you shall be to the end, an’ ivry sorrow of a privit’s wife you shall know and niver a joy but wan, that shall go from you like the running tide from a rock.  The pain av bearin’ you shall know but niver the pleasure av giving the breast; an’ you shall put away a man-child into the common ground wid niver a priest to say a prayer over him, an’ on that man-child ye shall think ivry day av your life.  Think long, Dinah Shadd, for you’ll niver have another tho’ you pray till your knees are bleedin’.  The mothers av childher shall mock you behind your back when you’re wringing over the wash-tub.  You shall know what ut is to help a dhrunken husband home an’ see him go to the gyard-room.  Will that plase you, Dinah Shadd, that won’t be seen talkin’ to my daughter?  You shall talk to worse than Judy before all’s over.  The sergints’ wives shall look down on you contemptuous, daughter av a sergint, an’ you shall cover ut all up wid a smiling face when your heart’s burstin’.  Stand off av him, Dinah Shadd, for I’ve put the Black Curse of Shielygh upon him an’ his own mouth shall make ut good.”

‘She pitched forward on her head an’ began foamin’ at the mouth.  Dinah Shadd ran out wid water, an’ Judy dhragged the ould woman into the verandah till she sat up.

‘"I’m old an’ forlore,” she sez, thremblin’ an’ cryin’, “and ’tis like I say a dale more than I mane.”

’"When you’re able to walk,—­go,” says ould Mother Shadd.  “This house has no place for the likes av you that have cursed my daughter.”

‘"Eyah!” said the ould woman.  “Hard words break no bones, an’ Dinah Shadd’ll kape the love av her husband till my bones are green corn.  Judy darlin’, I misremember what I came here for.  Can you lend us the bottom av a taycup av tay, Mrs. Shadd?”