Somewhat Moved. 384

XC.--Mr. Paul Dangerfield Has Something on His Mind, and
Captain Devereux Receives a Message. 390

XCI.--Concerning Certain Documents Which Reached Mr. Mervyn,
and the Witches' Revels at the Mills. 396

XCII.--The Wher-wolf. 401

XCIII.--In Which Doctor Toole and Dirty Davy Confer in
the Blue-room. 408

XCIV.--What Doctor Sturk Brought To Mind, and All That
Doctor Toole Heard At Mr. Luke Gamble's. 414

XCV.--In Which Doctor Pell Declines a Fee, and Doctor Sturk
a Prescription. 422

XCVI.--About the Rightful Mrs. Nutter of the Mills, and How
Mr. Mervyn Received The News. 427

XCVII.--In Which Obediah Arrives. 436

XCVIII.--In Which Charles Archer Puts Himself Upon the Country. 441

XCIX.--The Story Ends. 452

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THE HOUSE BY THE CHURCH-YARD.

A PROLOGUE--BEING A DISH OF VILLAGE CHAT.

We are going to talk, if you please, in the ensuing chapters, of what
was going on in Chapelizod about a hundred years ago. A hundred years,
to be sure, is a good while; but though fashions have changed, some old
phrases dropped out, and new ones come in; and snuff and hair-powder,
and sacques and solitaires quite passed away--yet men and women were men
and women all the same--as elderly fellows, like your humble servant,
who have seen and talked with rearward stragglers of that
generation--now all and long marched off--can testify, if they will.

In those days Chapelizod was about the gayest and prettiest of the
outpost villages in which old Dublin took a complacent pride. The
poplars which stood, in military rows, here and there, just showed a
glimpse of formality among the orchards and old timber that lined the
banks of the river and the valley of the Liffey, with a lively sort of
richness. The broad old street looked hospitable and merry, with steep
roofs and many coloured hall-doors. The jolly old inn, just beyond the
turnpike at the sweep of the road, leading over the buttressed bridge by
the mill, was first to welcome the excursionist from Dublin, under the
sign of the Pho