" "Me father hasn't stirred out o' that chimley corner for years an' years," urged Mike; "an' me mother, God help her!

Bedad, ould Peter'll be apt to be puttin' it undher a glass case on the chimley-piece!"

So, at the hour appointed, I stepped awa ower to Hanover Street, in the New Town, where he lived, and was shown into a fine carpeted room, wi' a great looking-glass, in a gilt frame, ower the chimley-pieceye could see yoursel' at full length in't the moment you entered the door.