oes that same; I have
it from them that seen him and knew him, in spite o' black face an'
all."

"Ha! ha! ha!--well good-night, Mogue, and many thanks for your most
important and truthful secret."

"Before you go, Miss Julia, one other word; listen, there a man worth
a ship load of him, that's in grate consate wid you--remember the ould
families, Miss Julia, an' them that suffered for--for--their counthry.
Now here' the kind o' man I'd recommend you for a husband; don't let
a pair o' red cheeks or black eyes lead you by the nose--an' what
signifies a good figure, when neither the handsomest nor the strongest
man can keep off a headache or a fit o' the blackguard cholic--bad luck
to it--when they come on one. No, Miss Julia, always in the man that's
to be your husband, prefer good lastin' color in the complection, an'
little matther about the color of the eyes if they always smile upon
yourself--then agin, never marry a man that swears, Miss Julia, but a
man that's fond of his prayers, and is given to piety--sich men never
use any but harmless oaths, sich as may I be blest, salvation to me, and
the like--that's the kind o' men to make a husband of, and I have sich a
man in my eye for you."

"Thank you, Mogue," said Julia, who was too quick-witted to
misunderstand him any longer. "Many thanks for your good advice--and
whisper, Mogue--who knows but I may follow it? Good-night!"

"Good-night, darlin'," he whispered in a kind of low triumphant cackle,
that caused her to shake her very sides with laughter, after she had
closed the window.

Julia Purcel, who could attribute Moylan's extraordinary conversation to
nothing but a more than usual indulgence in liquor, did not for a
single moment suffer herself to become influenced by the unaccountable
information which she had heard respecting M'Carthy. But even if it had
been true, she was so peculiarly circumstanced, that without disclosing
the private conversation she had had with Moylan, she could not without
pain communicate it to her family. As it was, however, she placed no
confidence whatever in any portion of it, and on further reflection,
she felt all her apprehensions concerning M'Carthy revived. If she
experienced anything in the shape of satisfaction from the dialogue, it
arose from the fact that if M'Carthy had suffered injury, Mogue would
not have been so much at ease on his return. When his return was
made known, however, to the family at large, Mogue repeated