d with
epilepsy, you have attempted, through some pious juggling or other,
to effect his cure, by enjoining him not to enter a church door or eat
swine's flesh during his life. Are you not ashamed, sir, of such ungodly
frauds as this?"

"Swine's flesh! Call it bacon, man alive, like a man. Yes, and I tell
you moreover, that I have cured him--and with a blessing shall cure him
better still, if that is any consolation to you. From being a purple
Orangeman, I have him now hard at work every day at his _Padderheen
Partha_. But I now caution you not to unsettle the religious principles
of Darby O'Drive, the bailiff."

"Why, sir, the man has no religious opinion, nor ever had; thanks to Mr.
M'Cabe."

"And I'm bound to say, that such a thickheaded villian in religious
matters as Bob Beatty I never met. God knows I had a sore handful of
him. So, now remember my caution, and good bye to you; I think you'll
know me again when you meet me."

Lucre gave him a haughty scowl ere the priest turned off a bridle road,
but made no other reply--not even by inclining his head to him; but,
indeed, it was hardly to be expected that he should.

Such is the anxiety to snap up a convert in Ireland, it matters not from
what church or to what church, that Mr. Lucre lost no time in securing
the appointment of honest Darby to the office of Castle Cumber Deputy
Goaler--an appointment to which both M'Clutchy and M'Slime strongly
recommended him, not certainly from an excess of affection towards that
simple and worthy man, but from a misgiving that an important portion
of a certain correspondence in the shape of two letters was in his
possession, and that so far they were prudent in declining to provoke
his enmity.

CHAPTEK XXII.---Castle Cumber Grand Jury Room

--A Concientious Hangman--Way to a Glebe House of More Importance than
the Way to Heaven--Irish Method of Dispensing Justice--Short Debate
on the Spy System--Genealogical Memoranda--Patriotic Presentments--A
Riverless Bridge

We pass now, however, to the Grand Jury Room of the county, and truly as
a subordinate tribunal for aiding the administration of justice, it was,
at the time of which we write, one of the most anomalous exhibitions
that could be witnessed. It was a long room, about thirty-six or forty
feet in length, by thirty, with a fire-place at each end, and one or two
at the sides. Above the chimney-piece was an oil painting of William
the Third, together with a sm