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Tom. No, Pady, it is not that I mean; was you ſorry, or did you weep for her? Teag. Weep for her! by ſhaint Patrick I would not weep nor yet be ſorry ſuppose my own mother and all the women in Ireland had died ſeven years before I was born. Tom. What did you do with your children, Pady. when ſhe died? Teag. Do you imagine I was ſuch a big fool as bury my children alive, along with a dead woman? Arra, dear honey, we always commonly give nothing along with a dead person, but an old ſhirt, a winding ſheet, a big hammer, with a long candle, and an Irish ſilver 3 penny piece. Tom. Dear, Pady, and what use do they make of all them things after they are dead? Teag. Then, Tom, ſince you are ſo inquiſitive, you must go and ask the prieſt about it? Tom. What did you make of your children, then, Paddy, when your wife died? Teag. And what ſhould I make of them? Do you imagine I ſhould give them to the butchers, as they had been a parcel of young hogs! By ſhaint Patrick, I had more unnaturality in me, than put them into an hospital, as many do. Tom. No, I ſuppose you would leave them behind you, with your friends in Cork. Teag. Ay, ay, a poor man's friends is ſometimes worse than a profeſt enemy: The best friend I ever had in the world, was my own pocket, when my money lasted: But I left my two babies between the priest's door and the parish church, because I thought it was a place of mercy, and then ſet out for England, in quest of another wife with a large fortune: Tom. And did you not take good night with your friends, Pady, ere you came away?