in
that of the rapparees, who long survived them.

Barney Casey was, as the reader must have perceived, a young fellow
of good sense and very acute observation. He had been, since an early
period of his youth, domesticated in the family of Mr. Lindsay, who
respected him highly for his attachment and integrity. He had a brother,
however, who, with his many good qualities, was idle and headstrong. His
name was Michael, and, sooth to say, the wild charm of a freebooter's
life, in addition to his own indisposition to labor for his living,
were more than the weak materials of his character could resist. He
consequently joined Shawn-na-Middogue and his gang, and preferred the
dangerous and licentious life of a robber and plunderer to that of
honesty and labor--precisely as many men connected with a seafaring life
prefer the habits of the smuggler or the pirate to those of the
more honorable or legitimate profession. Poor Barney exerted all his
influence with his brother with a hope of rescuing him from the society
and habits of hia dissolute companions, but to no purpose. It was a
life of danger and excitement--of plans and projects, and changes, and
chases, and unexpected encounters--of retaliation, and, occasionally,
the most dreadful revenge. Such, however, was the state of society at
that time, that those persons who had connected themselves with these
desperate outlaws were by no means afraid to pay occasional visits to
their own relatives, and from time to time to hold communication with
them. Nay, not only was this the fact, but, what is still more strange,
many persons who were related to individuals connected with this daring
and unmanageable class were in the habit of attending their nightly
meetings, sometimes for the purpose of preventing a robbery, or of
killing a family whom they wished to suffer.

One night, during this period of our narrative, Barney's brother
contrived to have secret interview with him for the purpose of
communicating some information to him which had reached his ears from
Shawn-na-Middogue, to the effect that Caterine Collins had admitted to
him (Shawn), upon his promise of marrying her--a promise made only for
the purpose of getting into her confidence, and making her useful as
an agent to his designs--that she knew, she said, that it was not his
brother Charles who had brought unfortunate Grace Davoren to ruin, but
Harry Woodward, and, she added, when it was too late, she suspected
some