nd here he
nodded and winked with most villainous significance.

If Jerry had not fully comprehended the scoundrel's character, it is
very probable that this language would have caused him to give the
hypocritical villain a sound drubbing; for it must be known to our
readers, that Jerry and Letty were faithfully attached to each other--a
circumstance which was also known to the whole family, and which
nothing could have prevented Mogue from observing but his own blind and
egregious vanity.

"But what do you mane, Mogue, when you say you aren't your own man!"

"I can't tell you; but the thruth is, Jerry--poor, good-natured
Jerry--that every man ought to look high, especially when he sees the
regard that's for him, and especially, too, when God--blessed be his
name--has gifted him as some people is gifted. There's a man hereabouts
that thinks he could put my nose out o' joint. Oh! it's a great thing,
Jerry, to have nice, ginteel, thin features, that won't spoil by the
weather. Throth, red cheeks or a white skin in a man isn't becomin'; an'
as for larnin', Jerry, it may require a long time to take it in, but a
very little hole would soon let it all out. May I never do harm but I'm
glad that job's over," alluding to the employment at which they were
engaged. "Oh! then, but that's a fine cast o' whate!"

"It is," replied Jerry; "but in regard to the larnin' I don't
undherstand you."

"No matther for that, Jerry, I may be a good friend to you yet; ay,
indeed may I--poor good-natured Jerry; an' when that time comes, if you
have any scruple in axin' Misther Moylan to countenance you and befriend
you, why it'll be your own fault my poor, good-natured Jerry."

"Many thanks, Misther Moylan," replied Jerry, assuming a gravity
which he could scarcely maintain, "remember that you don't forget your
promise. I'm goin' over to get the sacks from Misther John; an' by the
way, aren't you goin' out to-day to shoot wid Misther M'Carthy?"

"Well, I declare, I believe I am; I know the mountains well, an' I'm
fond of seein' fun, or of hearin' of it, any way."

Jerry then departed, and Mogue, now left to himself, exclaimed in
a soliloquy, "Ay, an' if I don't see it this night, I'll hear of it
to-morrow, I hope. Mr. M'Carthy, you're in my way; but as I said to that
poor _omadhawn_, although it took many a year to get the larnin' into
that head of yours, one little hole will soon let it out again." As
Mogue uttered the last words, the ea