The day is now forgotten , and may be that is the reason why people say how Maurice Connor has stopped sending the luck-token to his mother . Poor woman , she did not live to get as much as one of them ; for what through the loss of Maurice , and the fear of eating her own grandchildren , she died in three weeks after the dance . Some say it was the fatigue that killed her , but whichever it was , Mrs. Connor was decently buried with her own people . Seafaring people have often heard , off the coast of Kerry , on a still night , the sound of music coming up from the water ; and some , who have had good ears , could plainly distinguish Maurice Connor 's voice singing these words to his pipes -- Beautiful shore , with thy spreading strand , Thy crystal water , and diamond sand ; Never would I have parted from thee , But for the sake of my fair ladie . From ` Fairy Tales and Traditions of the South of Ireland . ' The Rich Brother and the Poor Brother There was once a rich old man who had two sons , and as his wife was dead , the elder lived with him , and helped him to look after his property . For a long time all went well ; the young man got up very early in the morning , and worked hard all day , and at the end of every week his father counted up the money they had made , and rubbed his hands with delight , as he saw how big the pile of gold in the strong iron chest was becoming . ` It will soon be full now , and I shall have to buy a larger one , ' he said to himself , and so busy was he with the thought of his money , that he did not notice how bright his son 's face had grown , nor how he sometimes started when he was spoken to , as if his mind was far away . One day , however , the old man went to the city on business , which he had not done for three years at least . It was market day , and he met with many people he knew , and it was getting quite late when he turned into the inn yard , and bade an ostler saddle his horse , and bring it round directly . While he was waiting in the hall , the landlady came up for a gossip , and after a few remarks about the weather and the vineyards she asked him how he liked his new daughter-in-law , and whether he had been surprised at the marriage . The old man stared as he listened to her . ` Daughter-in-law ? Marriage ? ' said he . ' I do n't know what you are talking about ! I 've got no daughter-in-law , and nobody has been married lately , that I ever heard of . ' Now this was exactly what the landlady , who was very curious , wanted to find out ; but she put on a look of great alarm , and exclaimed : ` Oh , dear ! I hope I have not made mischief . I had no idea -- or , of course , I would not have spoken -- but ' -- and here she stopped and fumbled with her apron , as if she was greatly embarrassed .
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