white, fresh color, that caused a person to long for the butter they
made. On the other stood a large cage, in which was imprisoned a
blackbird, whose extraordinary melody had become proverbial in the
neighborhood. Down a little to the right of the hall-door, a pretty
winding gravelled pathway led to a clear spring well that was
overshadowed by a spreading white-thorn; and at each gable stood a
graceful elder or mountain-ash, whose red berries during the autumn had
a fine effect, and contrasted well with the mass of darker and larger
trees, by which the back portion of the house and the offices was almost
concealed. Both the house and green were in an elevated position, and
commanded a delightful expanse of rich meadows to the extent of nearly
one hundred acres, through which a placid river wound its easy way, like
some contented spirit that glides calmly and happily through the gentle
vicissitudes of an untroubled life.

As Peety Dhu, whilst passing from the residence of our friend Jemmy
Burke to that of Gerald Cavanagh, considered himself in his vocation,
the reader will not be surprised to hear that it was considerably past
noon! when he arrived at Fenton's Farm; for by this name the property
was known on a portion of which the Cavanaghs lived. It might be about
the hours of two or three o'clock, when Peety, on arriving at the gate
which led into Cavanagh's house, very fortunately saw his daughter
Kathleen, in the act of feeding the blackbird aforementioned; and
prudently deeming this the best opportunity of accomplishing his
mission, he beckoned her to approach him. The good-natured girl did so:
saying at the same time--"What is the matter, Peety?--do you want me?
Won't you come into the kitchen?"

"Thank you, avourneen, but I can't; I did want you, but it was only to
give you this letther. I suppose it will tell you all. Oh, thin, is it