e taken the
liberty to ride close beside you, lest, as the night is dark, your horse
might stumble."

"What! do you think I'm drunk, you scoundrel?--fall back, sir,
immediately.

"'Lillibullero, bullen ala.'

"I say I'm not drunk; but I'm in a terrible passion at that treacherous
scoundrel; but no matter, I saw something to-night--never mind, I say.

"'There was an old prophecy found in a bog,
Lillibullero, bullen ala;

That Ireland should be ruled by an Ass and a Dog,
Lillibullero, bullen ala;

And now that same prophecy has come to pass--
Lillibullero, bullen ala;

For Talbot's the Dog, and James is the Ass,
Lillibullero, bullen ala.'

"Never mind, I say; hang me, but I'll crop the villain, or crop both,
which is better still--steady, Schomberg--curse you."

The same rut or chasm across the more open road on which they had
now got out, and that had nearly been so fatal to Mr. Brown, became
decidedly so to unfortunate Smellpriest. The horse, as his rider spoke,
stopped suddenly, and, shying quickly to the one side, the captain was
pitched off, and fell with his whole weight upon the hard pavement. The
man was an unwieldy, and consequently a heavy man, and the unexpected
fall stunned him into insensibility. After about ten minutes or so he
recovered his consciousness, however, and having been once more placed
upon his horse, was conducted home, two or three of his men, with much
difficulty, enabling him to maintain his seat in the saddle. In this
manner they reached his house, where they stripped and put him to bed,
having observed, to their consternation, that strong gushes of blood
welled, every three or four minutes, from his mouth.

The grief of his faithful wife was outrageous; and Mr. Strong, who was
still there kindly awaiting his safe return, endeavored to compose her
distraction as well as he could.

"My dear madam," said he, "why will you thus permit your grief to
overcome you? You will most assuredly injure your own precious health by
this dangerous outburst of sorrow. The zealous and truly loyal captain
is not, I trust, seriously injured; he will recover, under God, in a few
days. You may rest assured, my dear Mrs. Smellpriest, that his life is
too valuable to be taken at this unhappy period. No, he will, I trust
and hope, be spared until a strong anti-Popish Government shall come
in, when, if he is to lose it, he will lose it in some great and godly
ex