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thing Jack did was to light a rush to look at his money, and it was a 

 bran new gold guinea. So Jack thought his fortune was made, and 

 next day he tould Bill of his good luck, and divided his guinea with 

 him ; and they went on very well for some time 'till Jack took to 

 drink twice as bad as ever, and the money used to be always spent 

 before he got it out of the hole ; but latterly he found the hole 

 stopped up, and a broken crock used to be there every Friday night 

 with the gold guinea in it. Jack was very cross at the dog's sus- 

 pecting him, so partly out of revenge and partly from devilment, and 

 to get all the money, he persuaded Bill to go with him and take it 

 all away. Well, Bill, when he determined to go, bethought himself 

 of going to a wise woman that lives at Carrigmanna for her advice, 

 and he gave her two of the guineas ; and she tould him " that the 

 dog was on the watch every night, and would certainly tear him or 

 any body that would attempt it, except between twelve and two 

 o'clock of the third night from new moon; that they must have 

 three persons with them, or at least three picks must be used in the 

 digging ; that the dog would not be there then, but that he would 

 be very close to them, and that if a single word was spoken he'd fly 

 at whoever spoke and tear him to pieces." Well, Bill thanked her 

 for the advice, and went home and tould Jack, and they over- 

 persuaded their sister's son to go with them ; but I see they are gone 

 alone, for this is the night, and I'm glad the young boy didn't go with 

 them, for I mistrust something not right will happen. It a'nt proper, 

 your honour, to have any dealings with the good people ; but if your 

 honour wants to get across, I see the cot's come back. Upon which 

 I gave my story-teller many thanks for her narrative, accompanied 

 with something more substantial, and wishing her good night, en- 

 tered the little cot, and have never heard any thing since of Jack 

 Devereux or his brother Bill. 



THE MOSLEM. 



The morn but dimly lit the Nile, 

 And half the earth was night the while, 

 When by the mystic river, stood 

 A Moslem dripping from the flood ; 

 Eastward he fixed his stern black eye, 

 And raised his voice in prayer on high. 



Praise Allah ! praise ! Mahommed grace ! 

 Lo, Destiny arrests my race ! 

 Cold dreams come on me in the night, 

 With labouring sorrow and affright. 

 I rode o'er endless realms of snow 

 The air so keen, yet Heaven all glow. 

 My rampant steed had eyes of fire, 

 A sleek coat, black as Saturn's ire ; 

 Three arrowed forks of flame his tongue, 

 In lambent flakes the loose main hung, 

 While, like a burning serpent, swung 

 Behind in coils a blood-red tail, 

 And hissed o'er the ice through mount and vale. 

 Unnumbered deserts shot we by, 

 Far faster than the winds can fly ; 



