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SOME IRISH PROVERBS.

The wedding was gotten,
The table was set;
The first to sit down
Was Lord Thomas himself,
His bride, fair Ellinter, by his side.


"Is this your bride, Lord Thomas?" she said;
"If this is your bride, Lord Thomas,
She looks most wonderfully dark,
When you could have gotten a fairer
As ever the sun shone on."


"O don't you despise her. Lord Thomas," said she;
"O don't you despise her to me."
"Yes, I like the end of your little finger
Better than her whole body."


The brown girl, having a little penknife,
And being both keen and sharp.
Right between the long and short ribs.
She pierced poor Ellinter's heart.


"O what is the matter, fair Ellinter?" said he,
"That you look so very dark.
When your cheeks used to have been so red and rosy
As ever the sun shined on."


"Are you blind, or don't you see.
My heart blood come trickling down to my knee?"


SOME IRISH PROVERBS.

[From a paper by Mr. J. D. White, in the Kilkenny Moderator.]


The Priest christens his own child first.

A POOR man's wife had seven children at a birth, and as he had no means to rear them he was carrying them to the river to drown them, when he was met by an angel, who had assumed the shape of a little man, who asked what he had in his coat. "Puppies," replied the man, "which I am going