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below. Home ladies who were along declined to attempt it. after witnessing my exploit. At the hotel wa> a young American whoa few weeks ago fell, in trying to kiss the stone, broke two arms and one leg. but has now about recovered. He says he will wait until he gets perfectly strong again, and then he'll kiss that stone—if he breaks his otherjeg. Nervy boy. KiUamey. with it s lakes and legend was a charming stopping place, and reminded me vividly of home. For in true Irish style. s. 1 The pigs were on the sidewalk. The goats upon the walls, The dogs tight in the doorways. Nor heed their master's culls. . A cow owned all that little street With bad and bloody eye. Who thought her end in life was to Make every woman Hy. Her calf was loudly bleating. But its mother's ears were dosed, For she was calmly eating At a high-priced climbing rose. Tu this lonely wretched stranger, Oh how home-like did it seem, For I have lieen in Jaekson. Where old Brtndlc reigns supreme. A trip through the lakes, in a skiff, with four stout Irish oarsmen, and a j bugler, occupied us one dav* probably , . . , , , * * as interesting as either lake» or legends n * were those five Irishmen, whom we * kept good-humored with poteen» their favorite drink. What yarns they spun and what songs they sung; they told us the history of Ireland from St. Fat rick to Queen Victoria, canonized Fur «ell, denounced Castlereagh, ami hurrahed for Gladstone. They showed us the very place ancient giant, ran when* lagog, Hi « 1 across the lakes. when the r«K*ks were soft, using the is lauds for stepping stones, and pointed out the footprints six feet long on the rocks. They showed ns w* ere St. Patrick fastened up the last snake in a barrel and threw him into the lake, promising to let him out "to-morrow.'' Every day now this trustful old snake comes up and inquires, • * Ih it to-morrow yet? But to-morrow never comes. The most remarkable thing, though. was the echo on the lakes. Surround* bugler *ho took cd by smooth gigantic cliffs, our played a martial air. which re gently up, closely following the bugle an.l played «'«„I to 1«. then another t-cho and another, each foil,min* the one just before, until xxc ha«l a hand of four bugles, and every n««ok and cranny in those green old mountain* seemed alive with sound We an* now in Dublin, where there Umuch t« » write about, but mtat of It is already familiar to every reader, so this letter is made to deal with jwrsoii* si incident and accident, rslhcr than with weightier affairs that ruav to gut . , J ten mit of any history. ! F A K. A BRAVE SOUTHERN GIRL. By way of preface to the recitation of his poem. "The Veteran* of the South. ' at the Birmingham (.'onfederate reunion, Henry Clay Fairman, editor of the Sunny South, related the following thrilling»Wry as having U*«n vonehed for bx General N B Forrest himself * My authority,'' *od«i the speaker "is Colonel John Goode, of Virginia, « ho re lateddt to me ami two others at Richmond last May with the remark that nobody ever heard the general repeat the incident without heart thrills anti watery eves '* Forrest (as the storv goes) was glowing under the conception of one of thosr Isdd and unexpected enterprise* whkb have imm«»rtali/**«l him a> a knight of the saddle anti a eavalrc eaptain of the first 1 class. Night was ujM»n him and a river was fee f<»re him. The blow must be struck at once or the opportunity of surprising the enemy would lie lost. At the head of his eager and devoted i j column he stopj**«l at the d«*or o f a log ,, , cabin. and to the poor w oman who appear ... ... , , -, cd in answer to Ids call, he said "My good xxotnan I want to for«l lb** river right ax*ay • You «an't do It," she answered; it * up." A slender young girl came to the *fe*»r and s.*ti«l "I know xvhere you cun cross " The ] mother frowned ami Interrupted: "No he ean't. child! The river*» *up' I t< ,j| y, tU ÄOl | dangerous! Dangerous?' Forrest laugh**«! at th* strange w«*r«l, J4fll j the faces ,d ho follower* reflected Id* invincible solve The girl fenced braxvly at the general, and replied firmly Mother <»f e<*ur- it * dan,.'«« •'"** But I know where he « on get over!" Matlam." sold the roiumandcr. I am General Forrest Let your «laughter g*> xv if h me FH send her back safe and sound *md the an.\fetus m<*thcr y bided "General. FH ride behind y «»«." cric«i The child rushed forward impetuously, ; the girl, and strong arms lifted her I** b»-« place. and th« column pr* **ed forward through the dark swamp under the guid ance of th«* woman lik* HtUe maid Hv , h „ M thrn , , tnllr „ r „,. r , ,,„i a < l. w . . the pltn where tb** perfJwu* attempt must t„. m »«fe . If mad* at all Ordering hi* men to halt, F#rrr«t rode n to test the ford The *tre*tn w*% rocky, r>«rm« and twr bulent. amt «hen the h*>rvmo «a* near ***** •»hMIe he *•« bred ujs*n bv Ke«teral l >tr k«*t* *h«a tfer»pp«Mttr took*. and hr "■* ">•" r ** u * r *" ,r l"' r P*"* - ,h ''» lrl had rt«-n to her fret on the h«*r»e and sprung in fr»»«*t t»f him >h , to ht. week, 'let me stay In front! if one of a« must die. tel me die? The South eaunot «pare you !" SONGS OF SEVEN tav mx tsoato* ) RKBR 1STF.t> Ft ) R TH K Ht liOOb Ol R UH or n eivtx 11 M ». * two You hells in the stt . pl* Hog ring «ml your changes How many *»«ever tin y fe Anti let thr ferow n meadow lark * note a* he range* Come over, eotne over to me Yet bird. clearest carol by fad or bv swelling No magical men*** conveys. And t* IN bax* forgot t«*t) their old art id telling The fortune of future day* * Turn »gain, turn again*' one»« they rang cheerily, While a boy listened alone, Made hi* heart yearn again musing *** wearily All fey himself on a atone Doorbell*! 1 forgive you; your good day s are over, And mine they art* yet to t*e ; No listening, tu» longing shall aught, aught discover, You leave the story to «1C The foxglove »boot* **ut of the green matted heather Prejwirlng lier hood* of *«»>*; •she was idle and slept til) the sunshiny weather: O. children take fe»ng to grow i wish and i wish that tie rtprtng would go faster, Now long summer hid«' so late; And I could grow on Ilk»* the foxglove and a*ter, For some tidngs »re dl to wait I wait for the d*y when dear heart* shall discover, Wliil*' dear hand* ar* laid on my Head; • The child is a «»«man, the book max cb»se over. For ail the lesson* are said. I watt for tin story the bird* ran not sing It * Not one »» he *it* on lb*- tree Th* brll* ears not ring H. b«» h*t»rf year«. O bring it * Hoch a* l wï*h It I*'* be ft Thr al . harr far«» Raving a rushing sale thi* week, on the novelties ill fancy hair or«»meats luce pins, and other tut* note «lie* *e*it fr«»m New York, by Mr, Uw*k,