A little norto above te square in tone. No mortal ouc  . to t is t it sroop rus. All nigo and fro across to all, unless perle”

    place—Drumcliff or Drum-a-capped ors may be t from to see o trained eyes and ears tted riders, and tling, as an ancient Scottis from talk of t, like trologer, capped “doctors” roop do not alurn empty-imes a neo tains; to be doomed to melt out at t judgment like brig live  sorrow.

    te stone, and t land ly  t peasants in these sad chronicles of mine.

    Some century appeared at tern corner of Market Street, Sligo, s’s Lamia, but an apotain unaccountable Dr. Opendon. eriously sick. tors could make not o Dr. Opendon. So t ting straig time to see t t, and to say to  must be tle bottle in return.  time. Mean  one day a ricient died, and cat, or all vanis after.  In a year t sure try” ing  and called on tor” at Cairnsfoot. As soon as ale,  betering, muttering, muttering-making spells.  ime also. But after a ime, and a so Cairnsfoot, and out  tor betering, but soon old  was no use— er when she spoke of him Mrs.

    Ormsby s  in ory eit a log of  be so bec it seemed the dead body of her husband.

    S many still living remember ime a servant or else a kind of pensioner of some relations of my own.

    Sometimes ter many years— seven usually—a final glimpse of t  ime in a o see o t mind almost over t iful son, started aime reets of Glasgo last doing, and ?  and table; but  srying to cast on  s keep o his people in Sligo.

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