uld
relapse into the former symptoms of his intoxication, or, in other
words, that its influence should be revived in him, in consequence of
the treatment he received.

"I think," continued Phil, "that I have got you and Rimon in my power
now, and damn my hon-honor, may be we won't give you a chase a-across
the country that'll put mettle into your heels; hip, hip, hurrah! Ay,
and may be we won't give big M'--M'Cabe, or M'Flail, a ran that will do
him good too, hip, hip--so good--good-night till I see you-you just as
you ought to be--knitting your stock-cooking like Biddy O'Doherty; hip!"

He then staggered on homewards, half stupid from the strangulation
scene, and very far removed from sobriety, in consequence of the copious
libations of brandy he had swallowed in the course of the day and
evening.

"Good night, Captain Phil," cried Raymond after him; "when will you come
to the hills to meet Bet M'Cracken again?--Ha ha there now, that's one."

"Poor infatuated young man," exclaimed Father Roche; "if you were not so
completely an object of contempt, you would surely be one of compassion.
May God in his mercy pity and relieve the unfortunate people whose
destinies, domestic comforts, and general happiness, are to such an
extent in the keeping of men like you and your wretched father--men who
breathe an atmosphere rank with prejudices of the worst description, and
hot with a spirit of persecution that is as free from just policy as
it is from common sense! When will this mad spirit of discord between
Christians--mad, I call it, whether it poison religion, politics, or
inflame religion--be banished by mutual charity, and true liberty, from
our unhappy country? and when will the rulers of that country learn
that most important secret, how to promote the happiness of the people
without degradation on the one hand, or insolent triumph on the other?"

O'Regan's return with the neighbors from the lower country, was
somewhat, and yet not much, more protracted than Father Roche had
expected. Considering everything, however, there was little time lost,
for he had brought about a dozen and a half of the villagers with him.
Having reached the cold bed where she lay, and where all her affections
had dwelt, they placed her upon a door, and having covered her body with
a cloak brought for the purpose, the little solitary procession directed
their steps to that humble roof which had been, ever since Father
Roche occupied it, a shel