"When the drowsy world is dreaming, love,
Then awake--the heavens look bright, my dear,
'Tis never too late for delight, my dear,
And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!"


When storms would come she would cower down in the bottom of the
cart and cry and pray. Storms terrified her. It seemed as if all
the anger of the heavens were levelled at her. She would cry and
moan pitifully whilst O'Connell would try to soothe her and tell
her that neither God nor man would harm her--no one would touch
his "Peg o' my Heart."

After one of those scenes he would sit and brood. Angela had always
been afraid of storms, and in the child's terror his beloved wife
would rise up before him and the big tears would drop silently down
his cheeks.

Peg crept out once when the storm had cleared and the sky was bright
with stars. Her father did not hear her. His thoughts were bridging
over the years and once more Angela was beside him.

Peg touched him timidly and peered up into his face. She thought his
cheeks were wet. But that could not be. She had never seen her
father cry.

"What are ye thinkin' about, father?" she whispered. His voice