ornin'--'t is yourself knows how! Buy a ha'porth, sir."

"What have you got to-day, Toby?" said the major, with a greater degree
of complacency in his manner than I had ever noticed before.

"An illigant new song about Buck Whaley; or maybe you 'd like
'Beresford's Jig, or the Humors of Malbro' Green.'"

"Why, man, they 're old these three weeks."

"True for ye, Major. Begorra! there 's no chating you at all, at all.
Well, maybe you 'll have this: here 's the bloody and cruel outrage
committed by the yeomen on the body of a dacent and respectable young
man, by the name of Darby M'Keown, with the full and true account of how
he was inhumanly stabbed and murdered on the eighth day of July--"

"Ay, give me that. I hope they 've done for that scoundrel; I have been
on his track three years."

The fellow drew near, and, as he handed the paper to the major,
contrived to approach close to where I stood. "Buy one, master," said
he; and as he spoke, he turned completely round, so as only to be
observed by myself, and as suddenly the whole expression of his vacant
features changed like magic, and I saw before me the well-known face of
Darby himself.

"Did you get an answer to that for me, Toby?', said the major.

"Yes, sir; here it is." And with that he pulled off his tattered hat,
and withdrew a letter which lay concealed within the lining. "'T
is sixpence you ought to be afther givin' me this mornin', Major,"
continued he, in an insinuating tone of voice; "the devil a less than
twenty-one mile it is out of this, not to spake of the danger I run, and
the boys out on every side o' me."

"And what's the news up the country, Toby?" asked the major, as he broke
the seal of the letter.

"'T is talking of a risin' they do be still, sir,--av the praties was
in; glory be to God, they say it 'll be a great sayson."

"For which, Toby,--the crops or the croppies?"

"Yes, sir," replied Toby, with a most provoking look of idiocy. "And you
won't buy Darby sir?" rejoined he, flourishing the printed placard. "No
matter; here 's the whole, full, thrue, and particular account--" And so
he turned the angle of the building, and I could hear his voice mingling
with the street noises as he wended his way down Dame Street.

The major looked after him and smiled; and brief as was that smile, I
saw in it how thoroughly he was duped.

"Come, sir, follow me, if you please," said he, addressing me.

I mounted a flight of old and neglected