“After they went, Mary threw the stocking--all the unmarried folks coming in the dark, to see who it would hit. Bless my sowl, but she was the droll Mary--for what did she do, only put a big brogue of her father's into it, that was near two pounds weight; and who should it hit on the bare sconce, but Billy Cormick, the tailor--who thought he was fairly shot, for it levelled the crathur at once; though that wasn't hard to do any how. “This was the last ceremony: and Billy was well continted to get the knock, for you all know, whoever the stocking strikes upon is to be married first. After this, my mother and mother-in-law set them to the dancing--and 'twas themselves that kept it up till long after daylight the next morning--but first they called me into the next room where Mary was; and--and--so ends my wedding; by the same token that I'm as dry as a stick.” “Come, Nancy,” says Andy Morrow, “replenish again for us all, with a double measure for Shane Fadh--because he well desarves it.” “Why, Shane,” observed Alick, “you must have a terrible memory of your own, or you couldn't tell it all so exact.” “There's not a man in the four provinces has sich a memory,” replied Shane. “I never hard that story yet, but I could repate it in fifty years afterwards. I could walk up any town in the kingdom, and let me look at the signs and I would give them to you agin jist exactly as they stood.” Thus ended the account of Shane Fadh's wedding; and, after finishing the porter, they all returned home, with an understanding that they were to meet the next night in the same place. LARRY M'FARLAND'S WAKE. The succeeding evening found them all assembled about Ned's fireside in the usual manner; where M'Roarkin, after a wheezy fit of coughing and a draught of Nancy's Porter, commenced to give them an account of Larry M'Farland's Wake. We have observed before, that M'Roarkin was desperately asthmatic, a circumstance which he felt to be rather an unpleasant impediment to the indulgence either of his mirth or sorrow. Every chuckle at his own jokes ended in a disastrous fit of coughing; and when he became pathetic, his sorrow was most ungraciously dissipated by the same cause; two facts which were highly relished by his audience.