Footnotes

[582:3] Mrs. Child says:

"He thus describes the closing day":—

Now twilight lets her curtain down,

And pins it with a star.

A baby was sleeping,

Its mother was weeping.

The Angel's Whisper.

Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye.[582:4]

Rory O'More.

For drames always go by conthraries, my dear.[582:5]

Rory O'More.

"Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure,

For there 's luck in odd numbers,"[583:1] says Rory O'More.

Rory O'More.

There was a place in childhood that I remember well,

And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell.

My Mother dear.

Sure the shovel and tongs

To each other belongs.

Widow Machree.