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Toole, until it is removed to its last resting-place, the 

 family burying-ground at Carrick Nab.' — Connaught 

 Journal. 



" * The friends and relatives of Mr. Cornelius 

 Coolaghan will be delighted to hear that he has been 

 pronounced convalescent by Dr. M'Greal. A mistake 

 has crept into the papers, stating that the accident 

 was occasioned by his grey mare, Miss Magaraghan, 

 falling at a six feet wall. The fact was that the injury 

 occurred in attempting to ride in and out of the pound 

 of Ballymacraken, for a bet of ten pounds. As the 

 village inn was not deemed sufficiently quiet, Mr. C. C. 

 was carried to the hospitable mansion of Castle Toole. 

 It is needless to add, that every care was bestowed upon 

 the sufferer by the elegant proprietress. Indeed, few 

 of the gentler sex so elegantly combine the charms and 

 amiabilities of the beautiful Mrs. Dawkins.' — Ibid. 



" Well, sir, I submitted to my fate with more than 

 mortal fortitude. I saw that in rashly marrying one 

 in taste, feeling and sentiment so totally my opposite, 

 I had wrecked my happiness for ever, and that I must 

 submit. My pride would sometimes fire at the slights 

 I suffered from my very underlings, and the cool contempt 

 of those locusts who lived only upon my bounty. I 

 was reduced to utter dependency, and yet I never 

 murmured a remonstrance. Presently, my wife took 

 possession of my banker's book — yet I did not rebel — 

 for my nerves were weak, my spirit humble ; — ^fate made 

 my own conduct punish me, and I had philosophy to 

 bear it patiently. But one thing reconciled me to much 

 misery — it was a darling hope — a cherished fancy — 

 this was left when all besides had fled, and I clung to it 

 with the tenacity of a wretch who seizes the reed to 



