“What ails him, Connor?” said his wife. “Help me to keep up his head--Saver above!” Connor raised his head, but saw at a glance that the last struggle in the old man's heart was over. The miser was no more. Little now remains to be said. The grief for old age, though natural, is never abiding. The miser did sleep with his own; and after a decent period allotted to his memory, need we say that our hero and heroine, if we may be permitted so to dignify them, were crowned in the enjoyment of those affections which were so severely tested, and at the same time so worthy of their sweet reward. Ned M'Cormick and Biddy Nulty followed their example, and occupied the house formerly allotted to Fardorougha and his wife. John O'Brien afterwards married, and the Bodagh, reserving a small but competent farm for himself, equally divided his large holdings between his son and son-in-law. On John's mojority he built a suitable house; but Una and her husband, and Honor, all live with themselves, and we need scarcely say, for it is not long since we spent a week with them, that the affection of the old people for their grandchildren is quite enthusiastic, and that the grandchildren, both boys and girls, are worthy of it. End of Project Gutenberg's Fardorougha, The Miser, by William Carleton