ABSTRACT
I never saw any beauty in her – that's the truth" – exclaimed one of a group of females, who, lounging around a cottage door, were watching the progress of a young woman toiling slowly up a steep hill, and leading by the hand a very slight child. The cottage was in the valley – and the traveller must have passed the group – for, like the generality of Irish dwellings, it was on the road-side.
