"Don't be for quitting us so airly, Felix, _ma bouchal_, it's a taring night without, and you're better sitting there opposite that fire than facing this unmarciful storm," said Tim Carthy, drawing his stool closer to the turf-piled hearth, and addressing himself to a young man who occupied a seat in the chimney nook, whose quick bright eye and somewhat humorous curl of the corner of the mouth indicated his character pretty accurately, and left no doubt that he was one of those who would laugh their laugh out, if the _ould boy_ stood at the door. The reply to Tim's proposal was a jerk of Felix's great-coat on his left shoulder, and a sly glance at the earthen mug which he held, as he gradually bent it from its upright position, until it was evident that the process of absorption had been rapidly acting on its contents. Tim, who understood the freemasonry of the manoeuvre, removed all the latent scruples of Felix by adding--"There's more of that stuff--where you know; and by the crook of St. Patrick we'll have another drop of it to comfort us this blessed night. Whisht! do you hear how the wind comes sweeping over the hills? God help the poor souls at say!" "Wissha amen!" replied Tim's wife, dropping her knitting, and devoutly making the sign of the cross upon her forehead. A silence of a few moments ensued; during which, each person present offered up a secret prayer for the safety of those who might at that moment be exposed to the fury of the warring elements. I should here inform my readers that the cottage of Tim Carthy was situated in the deep valley which runs inland from the strand at Monkstown, a pretty little bathing village, that forms an interesting object on the banks of the romantic Lee, near the "beautiful city" of Cork. "I never heard such a jearful storm since the night Mahoon, the ould giant, who lives in the cave under the _Giants Stairs_, sunk the three West Ingee-men that lay at anchor near the rocks," observed Mrs. Carthy. "It's Felix can tell us, if he plazes, a quare story about that same Mahoon," added Tim, addressing himself to the young man. "You're right there, anyhow, Tim," replied Felix; "and as my pipe is just out, I'll give you the whole truth of the story as if I was after kissing the book upon it.