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ones, — and me wish is to sleep with them; but 
I doubt it can be.” 
“Indeed it can be, and it shall be, too,” said 
Polly. “We will all go with you, Sir Tom, 
when June comes, and you shall sleep in your 
own ground with your own kin.” 
“TI don’t deserve it, Mrs. Williams, indeed I 
don’t, but I would lie easier there. That sod 
has known us for a thousand years, and it’s the 
greenest, softest, kindest sod in all the world; 
but little ll mind when the breath is gone. T’ll 
not be asking that much of you.” 
«My dear old chap, we won’t lose sight of you - 
until that green sod covers the stanchest heart 
that ever beat. Polly is right. We'll go with 
you to Sligo, —all of us, — Polly and Jane and 
Jack and I, and Kate and the babies, too, if we 
can get them. You shall not be lonesome.” 
«Lonesome, is it? Ill be in the best of com- 
pany. Me heart is at rest from this moment, 
and I'll wait patiently until I can show you 
Sligo. This is a fine country, Mrs. Williams, 
and it has given me the truest friends in all the 
world, but the ground is sweet in Sligo.” 
His breath came fainter and faster, and we 
could see that it would soon cease. After rest- 
ing a few minutes, Sir Tom said : — 
«Me lady Laura, do you mind that prayer 
song, the second verse?” 
Laura’s voice was sobbing and uncertain as it 
quavered : — 
