The poor girl's correcther's gone, sure enough; but for all that, let us have nothing to say to her or Mr.Phil.

It'll all come out time enough, and more than time enough, without our help; so, as I said, hould a hard cheek about it.

Indeed it's the safest way to do so--for the same M'Loughlins is a dangerous and bitther faction to make or meddle with.

Go off now, in the name of goodness, and say nothin' to nobody--barring, indeed, to some one that won't carry it farther." Whilst this dialogue, which did not occupy more than a couple of minutes, was proceeding, a scene of a different character took place in M'Loughlin's parlor, upon a topic which, at that period, was a very plausible pretext for much brutal outrage and violence on the part of the Orange yeomanry--we mean the possession, or the imputed possession, of fire-arms.

Indeed the state of society in a great part of Ireland--shortly after the rebellion of ninety-eight--was then such as a modern conservative would blush for.