The other members of the family then assembled with tearful faces, and the good old man proceeded:-- “Thomas M'Mahon, stand before me.” The latter, with uncovered head, did so; and his father resumed:--“Thomas M'Mahon, you're the only livin' son I have, an' I'm now makin' my Will. I lave this farm of Carriglass to you, while you live, wid all that's on it and in it;--that is, that I have any right to lave you--I lave it to you wid my blessin', and may God grant you long life and health to enjoy it. Ahadarra isn't mine to give, but, Bryan, it's your's; an' as I said to your father, God grant you health and long life to enjoy it, as he will to both o' you.” “Oh! little you know, grandfather dear,” replied Shibby, “that we've done wid both of them for ever.” “Shibby, God bless you, achora,” he returned; “but the ould man's lips can spake nothing now but the truth; an' my blessin' an' my wish, comin' from the Almighty as they do, won't pass away like common words.” He then paused for a few minutes, but appeared to take a comprehensive view of the surrounding country. “But, grandfather,” proceeded simple-hearted Shibby, “sure the match between Bryan and Kathleen Cavanagh is broken up, an' they're not to be married at all.” “Don't I say, darlin', that they will be married, an' be happy--ay, an' may God make them happy! as He will, blessed be His holy name! God, acushla, can bring about everything in His own good way.” After another pause of some minutes he murmured to himself--“Peggy Na Laveen--Peggy Na Laveen--how far that name has gone! Turn me round a little. What brought us here, childre'? Oh! ay--I wanted to see the ould places--there's Claghleim, where the walls of the house she was born in, and the green garden, is both to the fore; yet I hope they won't be disturbed, if it was only for the sake of them that's gone; an' there's the rock on the top of Lisbane,where, in the summer evening, long, long ago, I used to sit an' listen to Peggy Na Laveen singin' over our holy songs--the darlin' ould songs of the counthry. Oh! clear an' sweet they used to ring across the glen of the Mountain Wather. An' there's the hills an' the fields where she an' I so often sported when we wor both young; there they are, an' many a happy day we had on them; but sure God was good to us, blessed be His name, as He ever will be to them that's obadient to His holy will!”