“And did yen never see the lieuten
ant again after that?” inquired a bright
girl of 14, with long, brown hair, prob
ably like what grandmamma’s once
was.”
“My dear,” said grandpa, “I was the
lieutenant.”
“I don’t feel uneasy about the future
prosperity of any of my children except
Tom,” said a lady in conversation with
an acquaintance! ‘‘Poor Tom’s mind
is weak and I fear that like his father,
he will bs compelled to practice law.”
AS IRISH CKIEFTAIS.
An Interesting: Account of OOonovau
Kossm's Past Ufe.
From the St. James Gaxette.
It is last a quarter of a century since
O'Donovan Rosea became a public
character. He was then 28. strongly
built, overflowing with life and abound
ing in frolic. In those days he kept a
shop in Skibberean, selling everything
in the way of food and clothing re
quired by his neighbors. His neigh
bore meant everybody—peasants and
townspeople—for miles around; and
Rosea, being universally ‘popular, was
a thriving man. His proper name was
Jeremiah O’Djnovan; but as there was
quite a tribe of O Donovans in that
quarter, and a score at least of Jerries,
our shopkeeper got an additional and
distinctive appellation, taken from his
birth place—Rossc arberry.
