Our readers may judge of his surprise on hearing the following short but pithy dialogue of which he himself formed the subject matter.

The speakers, with whom were assembled several of his landlord's committee, being no other than that worthy gentleman and his agent.
"What's to be done ?" asked Chevydale; "here is what we call a dead heat.
Can no one prevail on that obstinate scoundrel, the Ahadarra man--what do ye call, him?
M'Master--M'Manus---M'-- eh ?" "M'Mahon," replied Fethertonge, "I fear not; but, at all events, we must try him again.

Vote or not, however, we shall soon clear him out of Ahadarra--we shall punish his insolence for daring to withhold his vote; for, as sure as my name is Fethertonge, out he goes.

The fine and distillation affair, however, will save us a good deal of trouble, and of course I am very glad you declined to have anything to do with the support of his petition.

The fellow is nothing else than shuffler, as I told you.