appears to be accompanied, much--if we can judge by their
motions--against his will, seems to be quite as strongly contrasted
to him, as the rough undressed hack upon which he is mounted is to the
sanctified and aristocratic nag that is honored by bearing the Rev.
Phineas Lucre. The hack in question is, nevertheless, a stout
and desperate looking varmint, with a red vindictive eye, moving,
ill-tempered ears, and a tail that seems to be the seat of intellect,
if a person is to take its quick and furious whisking as being given
in reply to Mr. Lucre's observations, or by way of corroboration of the
truth uttered by the huge and able-bodied individual who is astride of
him. That individual is no other than the Rev. Father M'Cabe, who is
dressed in a coat and waistcoat of coarse black broadcloth, somewhat
worse for the wear, a pair of black breeches, deprived of their original
gloss, and a pair of boots well greased with honest hog's lard--the fact
being, that the wonderful discovery of Day and Martin had not then come
to light. Mr. M'Cabe has clearly an unsettled and dissatisfied seat, and
does not sit his horse with the ease and dignity of his companion. In
fact, he feels that matters are not proceeding as he could wish, neither
does the hack at all appear to bear cordiality or affection to the state
which keeps him on such short commons. They are, by no means, either of
them in a state of peace or patience with the powers that be, and when
the priest, at the conclusion of every sentence, gives the garran an
angry dash of the spurs, as much as to say, was not that observation
right, no man could mistake the venomous spirit in which the tail is
whisked, and the head shaken, in reply.

It is scarcely necessary to say that either Mr. Lucre or Mr. M'Cabe
were at all upon terms of intimacy. Mr. M'Cabe considered Mr. Lucre as a
wealthy epicure, fat and heretical; whilst Mr. Lucre looked upon Father
McCabe as vulgar and idolatrous. It was impossible, in fact, that
with such an opinion of each other, they could for a moment agree in
anything, or meet as men qualified by the virtues of their station to
discharge on any one duty in common. On the day in question, Mr. Lucre
was riding towards Castle Cumber, with the pious intention of getting
Darby O'Drive's appointment to the under jailorship confirmed. This was
one motive, but there was another still stronger, which was, to have
an interview with the leading men of the Grand Jury,