You're surprised at seeing my pistols, but of late I don't go any where unprovided; for, to tell you the thruth, either as a bailiff or a convart, it's not likely I'd be safe widout them; and I think that yourself are a very good proof of it." "Very well, my good, fine, pious convart; I'll keep my eye on you.

I understand your piety." "And I can tell you, my good, meek, pious priest, I'll keep mine on you; and now pass on, if you're wise--and so _bannath lath_." Each then passed on, pursuing his respective destination.

They had not gone far, however, when both chanced to look back at the same moment--M'Cabe shook his whip, with a frown, at Darby, who, on the other side, significantly touched the pocket in which he carried his fire-arms, and nodded his head in return.
Now, it is an undeniable fact, that characters similar to that of Darby, were too common in the country; and, indeed, it is to be regretted that they were employed at all, inasmuch as the insolence of their conduct, on the one hand, did nearly as much harm as the neglect of the hard-hearted landlord himself, on the other.

Be this as it may, however, we are bound to say that Darby deserved much more at M'Cabe's hands than either that Rev.gentleman was aware of then, or our readers now.

The truth was, that no sooner had M'Slime's paragraph touching Darby's conversion gone abroad, than he became highly unpopular among the Catholics of the parish.