The Transplanted Shamrock, Or, the Way to Win an Irish Heart (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1860 Excerpt: ...one? Then, even should she surmount all these obstacles, and find a new situation, she felt that she would almost be afraid to live among Protestants again. The first snow flakes of the season began falling in her face, and she called to mind the tales she had heard of the homeless or benighted traveler being buried in the drifts. She mounted the steps of Mrs. Park's house, and peered in at the parlor blinds, half minded to go back and implore the mercy of "himself" and Mary. But the gayety within sickened her heart; Joe, whom she hated now, seemed to be the chief object of attraction, as, mounted on an ottoman, he was making a speech, to the great amusement of all. "Oh," she sighed, " how can theys all be so happy when one of God's childer is out in the storm, and, like Jesus himself, widout where to lay its head. But I'se got a home. I'll run to it quick, and sleep, oh, so safe and swate, beside my darlin of a mother." But the next thought was the alarm it would give her mother to see her child thus at so unseasonable an hour, and then to hear that perhaps the officers were in pursuit of her for scratching the eyes out of a gentleman's son. In this sad perplexity some guardian angel came to her aid--an angel which, from that hour and ever after, guided her, and ministered to her with such tenderness as these are commissioned to deal with the heirs of salvation. So sudden was her resolution to return to her mother, and so cheerfully put into action, that Nelly almost thought a friend had taken her by the hand and was guiding her home. Her spirits revived, and she felt so light that she could scarcely believe it when she found herself at the entrance of the tenement house in which her mother lived. Such dwellings have no hour f...