SALMON ANQLINQ IN IRELAND. 291 



love, honour, and obey," is now in the tropics fighting the battle 

 of life. The good old Colonel has gone the way of all flesh, and 

 the grass is not yet green on the sod which covers the remains of 

 one who was in infancy my protector, in youth my guide, and in 

 manhood my best friend. 



My gentle companion, however, sits near me ; her cheek, perhaps, 

 a thought more pale; whilst Willie is drawing the cork from a 

 bottle of hock. The lamps are lit, dessert is on the table, the ex 

 officio butler has received his usual glass of wine, and yet lingers 

 about the room. 



" Them painters is gone at last, mum. The door looks illegant ; 

 the holes where the screws went is stopped up, so that no crathur 

 on earth can see where they wor, and I've buried the brass plate 

 imder the sawdust in the binn the master filled this mom. I s'pose 

 it's little we'll be here now, as every year will be a year of liberty ; 

 but oh ! master, won't we miss poor Mary l" 



