pawn
of a treacherous and cowardly father, go home and tell him to do his
worst.--that I scorn and defy him--that I will live to see him----; but
I am wrong,he is below our anger, and I will not waste words upon him."

"You will find you have used a thrifle too many for all that," said
another of them; "when he hears them, you may be sure he'll put them in
his pocket for you--as hear them he will."

"We don't care a d--n," said another, "what he does to blackguard
Papishes, so long as he's a right good Orangeman, and a right good
Protestant, too."

"Come now," said Irwin, "our duty is over--let us start for home; we
have no further business here."

"Won't you give us something to drink?" asked a new voice; "I think we
desarve it for our civility. We neither broke doors nor furniture, nor
stabbed either bed or bed-clothes. We treated you well, and if you're
dacent you'll treat us well."

"Confound him," said a fresh hand; "I'd not drink his cursed Papish
whiskey. Sure the Papishes gets the priest to christen it for them. I
wouldn't drink his cursed Papish whiskey."

"No, nor I," said several voices;--upon which a loud and angry dispute
arose among them, as to whether it were consistent with true loyalty,
and the duties of a staunch Protestant and Orangeman, to drink 'Papish
liquor,' as they termed it, at all.

Irwin, who joined the negative party, insisted strongly that it would be
disgraceful for any man who had drunk the glorious, pious, and immortal
memory, ever to contaminate his loyal lips with whiskey that had been
made a Papish of by the priest. This carried the argument, or otherwise
it is hard to say what mischief might have arisen, had they heightened
their previous intoxication.

Phil, during this dialogue, still retained his place in the centre
of his friends; but from time to time he kept glancing from under his
eyebrows at M'Loughlin and his sons, in that spaniel-like manner, which
betrays a consciousness of offence and a dread of punishment.

Irwin now caused them to move off; and, indeed, scarcely anything could
be more ludicrous than the utter prostration of all manly feeling upon
the part of the chief offender. On separating, the same baleful
and pallid glances were exchanged between the brothers, who clearly
possessed an instinctive community of feeling upon the chief incident of
the night--we mean that of finding M'Clutchy in their sister's bedroom.
Irwin noticed their mute, motionless, but