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62 And when the final sigh

Shall bear my soul on high,

And on chainless wing I fly

Thro' the blue,

Earth's latest thought shall be,

As I soar above the sea—

"Green Erin, dear, to thee—

Adieu!"

FROM MRS. O'RORKE, FORMERLY MISS BIDDY FUDGE, TO HER SISTER DEBBY, IN ENGLAND.

Ballysassenagh, March 29, 1843.

I write, my dear Deb., in the greatest distress—

How great it must be you will easily guess,

When I tell you I'm just about bidding adieu

To poor Johnny and Jemmy. I'm sending the two

To England to school. Oh! Debby, my heart

Is ready to break, when I think I must part

My dear darling boys; but its all for their good,

And I'd go through a thousand times more, if I could,

To rear them genteely—for ev'ry sensation

Of mine is in favour of nice education.

Above all, 'tis the accent I'm anxious about;

Good accent's the main point beyond any doubt.

You remember last year how your dear little Kitty

Delighted us all here, her talk was so pretty.