[_Exit Mr. HOPE.--BIDDY follows with a dish smoking hot._

_Biddy._ And I hope you'll find it an iligant Scotch hash, and there's
innions plinty--sure the best I had I'd give you; for I'm confident now
he's the true thing--and tho' he is Scotch, he desarves to be Irish, every
inch of him.

[_Exit BIDDY DOYLE._




ACT II.




SCENE I.


_An Irish Cabin.--The Kitchen._

_Widow LARKEN. On one side of her, MABEL at needle-work; on the other side,
OWEN her son enters, bringing in a spinning-wheel, which he places before
his mother._

_Owen._ There, mother, is your wheel mended for you.

_Mabel._ Oh, as good as new, Owen has made it for you.