text:  A few short years of a mother's superintendence--some attempts at home-education (for he would not trust her from his sight ) in the shape of a little petticoated rebel who would be taught nothing and a sickly governess who had nothing to teach--a girlhood of romance-reading riding rough colts with her cousin Lysaght Osborne and rambling among the peasantry--and we have the result of the clergyman's fondness and folly in the wild lively blue-eyed maiden of nineteen now wending her way along the dim and elm-darkened road leading from the town of Clogheen to her father's mansion nearly a mile away