iest--there's no end to his larnin,'
says he, 'and I want to punish him for it; so, Darby, here's a fifty
pound note, an' it'll be yours when the prosecution's over; and I'll
bear all the expenses besides.'"

"And what did you say to that?" asked the priest.

"Troth," replied Darby, "I jist bid him considher his fifty pound note
as waste paper--an' that Was my answer."

"And there's mine, you lying, hypocritical scoundrel," said the priest,
laying his whip across the worthy bailiff's shoulders; "you have been
for thirty years in the parish, and no human being ever knew you to go
to your duty--you have been a scourge on the poor---you have maligned
and betrayed those who placed confidence in you--and the truth is, not
a word ever comes out of your lips can be believed or trusted; when you
have the marks of repentance and truth about you, I may listen to you,
but not until then--begone!"

"Is that your last detarmination?" said Darby.

"No doubt of it," replied the priest; "my last, and I'll stick to it
till I see you a different scoundrel from what you are."

"Ay," replied Darby; "then, upon my sowl, you're all of a kidney--all
jack fellow like--an' divil rasave the dacent creed among you, barrin'
the Quakers, and may heaven have a hand in me, but I think I was born
to be a Quaker, or, any way, a Methodist. I wish to God I understood
praichin'--at aitin' the bacon and fowl I am as good a Methodist as any
of them--but, be me sowl, as I don't understand praichin', I'll stick to
the Quakers, for when a man praiches there, all he has to do is to say
nothing." Having uttered these sentiments in a kind of soliloquy,
Darby, after having given the priest a very significant look, took his
departure.

"Well," said he to himself, "if the Quakers, bad luck to them, won't
take me, I know what I'll do--upon my conscience, I'll set up a new
religion for myself, and sure I have as good a right to bring out a
new religion myself, as many that done so. Who knows but I may have a
congregation of my own yet, and troth it may aisily be as respectable
as some o' them. But sure I can't be at a loss, for, plaise God, if all
fails, I can go to Oxford, where I'm tould there's a manifactory of new
religions--the Lord be praised for it!"

* Darby had better success in his speculations than perhaps
he ever expected to have. We need not inform the generality
of our readers that the sect called Darbyites were founded
by h