and Honor O'Hara won't be the first pair
that'll set you a patthern."

All was soon ready for the interment; the tithe coffin was lowered into
the pit, and the shouting that rent the air was terrific.

As they were about to fill up the grave with earth their wild hurra,
that had rung out so loudly, was answered by a fierce shout at some
distance, and all eyes were turned towards the quarter whence it arose,
to see from whom it proceeded, for it was, evidently, a solitary voice
that had thus arrested their attention.

Toiling up the hill, supporting himself with a staff, and bearing a
heavy load in a wallet slung over his shoulders, appeared an elderly
man whose dress proclaimed him at once to be a person who depended on
eleemosynary contributions for his subsistence: and many, when they
caught the first glimpse of him, proclaimed, at once, that it was
"Tatther the Road" was coming.

"Tatther the Road" wae the very descriptive name that had been applied
to this poor creature, for he was always travelling about the highways;
he never rested even at nights in any of the houses of the peasants,
who would have afforded him shelter, but seemed to be possessed by a
restless spirit, that urged him to constant motion. Of course the poor
creature sometimes slept, but it must have been under such shelter as a
hedge, or cave, or gravel pit might afford, for in the habitation of
man he was never seen to sleep; and, indeed, I never knew any one who
bad seen this strange being in the act of sleep. This fact attached a
sort of mysterious character to the wanderer, and many would tell you
that "he wasn't right," and firmly believed that he never slept at all.
His mind was unsettled, and though he never became offensive in any
degree from his mental aberration, yet the nature of his distemper
often induced him to do very extraordinary things, and whenever the
gift of speech was upon him, (for he was habitually taciturn), he would
make an outpouring of some rhapsody, in which occasional bursts of very
powerful language and striking imagery would occur. Indeed the
peasants said that "sometimes 't would make hair stand on end to hear
Tatther the Road make a noration."

This poor man's history, as far as I could learn, was a very melancholy
one. In the rebellion of '98 his cabin had been burned over his head
by the yeomanry, after every violation that could disgrace his hearth
had been committed. He and his son, then little more t