tering one to destitution, and poverty, and
repentance.

As they began to move away, O'Regan said--

"Excuse me for a few minutes--I wish to go back to the spot where my
father and brothers sleep; that surely is but natural, and I will soon
overtake you."

They then proceeded, and he remained at the graves of his relatives. He
stood over them in silence for many minutes, keeping his face covered
with his hands. At length he knelt down and sobbed out aloud.

"Father," said he, "I have fulfilled my oath--Torley, I have fulfilled
my oath--Brian, my sweet and fair-haired child--your brother, when none
was left to do you justice but myself, has fulfilled his oath. Listen to
me and rest quiet in your, graves. The oppressor is no more--the scourge
of the poor--the persecutor--the robber that trampled upon all law--that
laughed at justice--that gave vent to his bad passions, because he knew
that there was neither law, nor justice in the country to protect people
like you or to punish himself;--that oppressor--that scourge of the
poor--that persecutor--that robber, is this night sent to his account by
my hand--for by no other had such a right to fall.--Sleep quiet and
contented in your graves my father--and Torley and poor Brian! As we had
no law for us in this country--I was his law--I was his justice--and so
may God prosper me, if there is not a heavy load taken off of my heart
by the fate that has come on the villain by my hand!"

He spoke these words m tears and deep sobs after which he composed
himself, so that he might appear in his usual mood, that of simple
grief, on rejoining his companions.

The morning of the following day, the town, and neighborhood of Castle
Cumber were in a state of extraordinary excitement and tumult.

"Valentine M'Clutchy, Esq.," said the True Blue, "the excellent and
humane Agent of the Castle Cumber property, was most barbarously shot
dead in his parlor, about ten o'clock on the previous night. By this
diabolical act, the poor of that admirably managed property," continued
his brother Orangeman, "have lost, &c, &c."

But it is really sickening to read these unprincipled vindications of
the scoundrels who drive the people into crime and bloodshed by their
rack-renting and oppression. It is time that honest men should speak
out, and fasten upon these scourges of their country, their proper
appellative. To this murder, as to others of a similar character, there
never was any clew found; n