William Carleton,
Fardorougha, The Miser
“ Say them blessed words again, Una; oh, say them again! But I'm too happy—I can hardly bear this delight.” “It is true that I love you, and if our parents could think as we do, Connor, how easy it would be for them to make us happy, but—” “It's too soon, Una; it's too soon to spake of that. Happy! don't we love one another? Isn't that happiness? Who or what can deprive us of that? We are happy without them; we can be happy in spite of them; oh, my own fair girl! sweet, sweet life of my life, and heart of my heart! Heaven—heaven itself would be no heaven to me, if you weren't with me!” ”
