IO2 MEMORIES OF GLENAUGH. 



mornin' we found the bottom full o' the 

 flood, after his promise to yer honour to keep 

 it dry." 



" Well, Tim, we won't bother about it now. 

 Here's a tumbler of punch for you. Jack !" 



" Yes, yer honour." 



u Master Will wants to hear how you saw 

 the ghost of Donogh Freney. Sit down, both 

 of you, on the sofa there ; and, Jack, com- 

 mence at once. Here's something to keep 

 your voice from growing husky." 



" Long life to you, master ! An', av you 

 plase, I'll tell the narrashin." 



As Jack got himself into an attitude for this 

 purpose, Molly stole to the open door, and at 

 a gesture from my uncle came into the room, 

 where she leaned against the wall, forming one 

 of the audience. 



" Well, sir," commenced Jack, addressing 

 himself directly to me, " you must know that 

 Donogh Freney was iver and always a bad 

 boy. He'd curse his own father an' mother, 

 and throw stones at the beggars. When a bit 

 of a fight tuk place at a fair or a patthern, he 

 was the fust to commence an* the last to lave 



