the cowld--and give them a couple of glasses a-piece--it's good, yer Reverence, to have the poor body's blessing at all times; and now, as I was saying, Here's all yer healths! and from the very veins of my heart yer welcome here.” Our readers may perceive that Phaddhy “Was not only blest, but glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious;” for, like the generality of our peasantry, the _native_ drew to the surface of his character those warm, hospitable, and benevolent virtues, which a purer system of morals and education would most certainly keep in full action, without running the risk, as in the present instance, of mixing bad habits with frank, manly, and generous qualities. * * * * * “I'll not go, Con--I tell you I'll not go till I sing another song. Phaddhy, you're a prince--but where's the use of lighting more candles now, man, than you had in the beginning of the night? Is Captain Wilson gone? Then, peace be with him; it's a pity he wasn't on the right side, for he's not the worst of them. Phaddhy, where are you?” “Why, yer Reverence,” replied Katty, “he's got a little unwell, and jist laid down his head a bit.” “Katty,” said Father Con, “you had better get a couple of the men to accompany Father Philemy home; for though the night's clear, he doesn't see his way very well in the dark--poor man, his eye-sight's failing him fast.” “Then, the more's the pity, Father Con. Here, Denis, let yourself and Mat go home wid Father Philemy.” “Good-night, Katty,” said Father Con--“Good-night: and may our blessing sanctify you all.” “Good-night, Father Con, ahagur,” replied Katty; “and for goodness' sake see that they take care of Father Philemy, for it's himself that's the blessed and holy crathur, and the pleasant gintleman out and out.” “Good-night, Katty,” again repeated Father Con, as the cavalcade proceeded in a body--“Good-night!” And so ended the Station. THE PARTY FIGHT AND FUNERAL. We ought, perhaps, to inform our readers that the connection between a party fight and funeral is sufficiently strong to justify the author in classing them under the title which is prefixed to this story. The one being usually the natural result of the other, is made to proceed from it, as is, unhappily, too often the custom in real life among the Irish.