D--n that fellow!" he cried--"he's a sneering scoundrel; and I'm half inclined to think he has more in him than one would be apt to give him credit for." "By the way, what could the visit to Ahadarra mean ?" asked Clinton.

"Do you know anything about it, Hycy ?" "Not about this; but it is very likely that I shall cause them, or one of them at least, to visit it on some other occasion ere long; and that's all I can say now.

Curse that keening, what a barbarous practice it is!' "I think not," said the other; "on the contrary, I am of opinion that there's something strikingly wild and poetical in it something that argues us Irish to be a people of deep feeling and strong imagination: two of the highest gifts of intellect." "All stuff," replied the accomplished Hycy, who, among his other excellent qualities, could never afford to speak a good word to his country Or her people.

"All stuff and barbarous howling that we learned from the wolves when we had them in Ireland.

Here we are at the graveyard." "Hycy," said his friend, "it never occurred to me to thing of asking what religion you believe in." "It is said," replied Hycy, "that a fool may propose a question which a wise man can't answer.