ldn't see his tenants
put upon by a villain!--Huzza! Hell resave yees, shout! Huzza! Huzza!
Huzza! Huz--tundher-an'-ounze, my voice is cracked! Where's his
coach?--where's his honor's coach? Come, boys, out wid it,--out wid it!
Tattheration to yees, come! We'll dhraw it to the divil, to hell an'
back agin, if it plases him! Success to Colonel B------! Blood-an-turf!
what'll we do for a fight? Long life to noble Colonel B------, the poor
man's friend!--long life to him for ever an' a day longer! Whoo! my
darlins! Huzza!" etc.

The warm interest which the Colonel took in M'Evoy's behalf, was looked
upon by the other tenants as a guarantee of his sincerity in all he
promised. Their enthusiasm knew no bounds. They got out his carriage
from the Inn-Yard, and drew it through the town, though the Colonel
himself, beyond the fact of their shouting, remained quite ignorant of
what was going forward.

After Carson's departure, the Colonel's friends, having been first asked
to dine with him at the inn, also took their leave, and none remained
but M'Evoy, who waited with pleasing anxiety to hear what the Colonel
proposed to say--for he felt certain that it would be agreeable.

"M'Evoy," said the Colonel, "I am truly sorry for what you have suffered
through the villany of my agent; but I will give you redress, and allow
you for what you have lost by the transaction. It is true, as I
have been lately told by a person who pleaded your cause nobly and
eloquently, that I can never repay you for what you have suffered.
However, what we can, we will do. You are poor, I understand?"

"God he sees that, sir; and afflicted, too, plase your honor."

"Afflicted? How is that?"

"I had a son, sir--a blessed boy! a darlin' boy!--once our comfort, an'
once we thought he'd be our pride an' our staff, but"--

The poor man's tears here flowed fast; he took up the skirt of his
"Cotha More," or great-coat, and, after wiping his eyes, and clearing
his voice, proceeded:--

"He was always, as I said, a blessed boy, and we looked up to him
alwayrs, sir. He saw our poverty, your honor, an' he felt it, sir, keen
enough, indeed, God help him! How an'-iver, he took it on him to go
up to Munster, sir, undher hopes of risin' us--undher the hopes, poor
child--an' God knows, sir,--if--oh, Jemmy avourneen ma-chree!--doubt--I
doubt you sunk undher what proved too many for you!--I doubt my child's
dead, sir--him that all our hearts wor fixed upon; and if tha