ink, Tom Cochrane," said he, "that either I or any of my
family, deserved such a visit as this from, I may say, my own door
neighbors. It's not over civil, I think, to come in this manner,
disturbing a quiet and inoffensive family."

"What's the ribelly rascal sayin'?" asked a drunken fellow, who lurched
across the floor, and would have fallen, had he not come in contact with
a chest of drawers, "what, wha-at's he say-ayin? but I sa-ay here's to
hell with the Po-po-pope--hurra!"

"Ah?" said young M'Loughlin, "you have the ball at your own foot now,
but if we were man to man, with equal weapons, there would be none of
this swagger."

"What's tha-at the young rible says," said 'the drunken fellow,
deliberately covering him with his cavalry pistol--"another word, and
I'll let day-light through you."

"Come, Burke," said a man named Irwin, throwing up the muzzle of
the pistol, "none o' this work, you drunken brute. Don't be alarmed,
M'Loughlin, you shan't be injured."

"Go go to h--l, George, I'll do what I--I li-like; sure 'all these
ribels ha-hate King William that sa-saved us from brass money a-and
wooden noggins--eh, stay, shoes it is; no matter, they ought to be
brogues I think, for it--it's brogues--ay, brogues, the papish--it is,
by hell, 'brogues and broghans an' a' the Pa-papishes wear--that
saved us from bra-brass money, an--and wooden brogues, that's it--for
dam-damme if ever the Papishers was da-dacent enough to wear brass
shoes, never, by jingo; so, boys, it's brass brogues--ay, do they
ha-hate King William, that put us in the pil-pillory, the pillory in
hell, and the devils pel-peltin' us with priests,--hurra boys, recover
arms--stand at aise--ha--ram down Catholics--hurra!"

"Mr. M'Loughlin--"

"Mislher M'Loughlin! ay, there's respect for a Pa-pish, an' from a
purple man, too!"

"You had better be quiet, Burke," retorted Irwin, who was a determined
and powerful man.

"For God's sake, gentlemen," said Mrs. M'Loughlin, "do not disturb or
alarm our family--you are at liberty to search the house, but, as God
is above us, we have no arms of any kind, and consequently there can be
none in the house."

"Don't believe her," said Burke, "she's Papish--" He had not time to add
the offensive epithet, what ever it might have been, for Irwin--who, in
truth, accompanied the party with the special intention of repressing
outrage against the M'Loughlins whom he very much respected--having
caught him by the neck