CHAPTER XX .-- Sobriety and Loyalty.
-- A Checkered Dialogue--The Beauty and Necessity of Human Frailty -- A Burning and Shining Light Going Home in the Dark--The Value of a Lanthorn.
"The character or forms of decency which had hitherto prevailed, now began to disappear.

M'Clutchy's blood-hounds, or wreckers--for they were indiscriminately termed both--having drank a great deal of liquor, became quite violent, and nothing now was heard but party songs, loud talk, and offensive toasts, mingled with a good deal of personal abuse, and private jealousies of each other's influence with M'Clutchy.
"'D--n your blood, Grimes, I'm as loyal as ever you were.

Wasn't my grandfather a Tory hunter, who houghed and hanged more bloody Papishes--' "'Who's that,' said Bob, 'talking about hanging Papishes?
Where--where are they to be hanged?
Under God, I have seen more of the villains hanged than any other frail sinner in the province.

Oh, it is a consoling--a sustaining sight!' "'What's the reason, then, that the Protestant gentry of the country don't stand by their own?
Why do they deal with Papishes?
By Japers they don't daserve us to stand by them.' "'I say, Fulton, it's a d--d lie.

I was at the wrecking of the Ballygrass Threshers, when you shabbed sickness and wouldn't go.' "'And I am glad I didn't.