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.

[[583]]

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

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