  "An' Oi say, Moike," said Patrick O'Ferrall, to his neighbor Mike O'Neill, "Oi say, Moike, have ye heerd from yer bye Dennis lately who wint out wist?" "Thet Oi hev, Pat." "An' how is the poor bye gettin' on?" "The divil take it, Pat, thet's whut breaks his mither's heart ontoirely. He wroites me thet he hez jest bin sintinced to the Legislachoor fer two years!" Life, and labor along its way, Life, and a shade of sorrow; But Love is there with her lips of song, And the sun shines out tomorrow! To live life happily, to work life earnestly, to leave life fearlessly,—what greater success ever crowned with ivied laurels the infinite brows of Adam's mortal sons? |
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