er for what you are latterly, Darby," replied
Solomon--"thank you, Tom," to Maguire, who had held his glass in his
hand for some time, and at length hurriedly drank their healths;--"but I
know that the first spiritual nutrition you received, was at least
from one who belonged to an Apostolical Church--a voluntary
Presbytery--unpolluted by the mammon of unrighteousness, on which your
Church of Ireland is established."

"But you know," said Darby, "that we're ordhered to make for ourselves,
friends of that same mammon of unrighteousness."

"Upon my honor," said Phil, "I know that you're a hypocritical old
scoundrel. Be off to h--l, sir, and hold your tongue."

"Throth and I will, Captain Phil--I will then," and he was silent; but
his face, as he glanced first at Tom Maguire, and then at Solomon and
the rest, was a perfect jewel, beyond all price.

"Tom," proceeded Val, "I hope you've thought over what I mentioned to
you on our canvass the other day?"

"I have, sir," said Tom, "and I'm still of the same opinion. I'll vote
for Hartley and no other."

"You don't imagine of what service Lord Cumber and I could be of to
you."

"I know of no service Lord Cumber ever was to any of his tenants,"
replied Maguire; "except, indeed, to keep them ground to the earth, in
supportin' his extravagance, and that he might spend their hard earnings
in another country, not caring one damn whether they live or starve.
It's for that raison, sir, I vote, and will vote against him."

"Well, but," said Val, whose brow began to darken, "you have not
considered what an enemy he can be to those like you, whose obstinacy
draws down his resentment upon them. Have you ever considered that--
eh?"

"I don't see how he can readily be a worse enemy to me, or any tenant
he has, than he is at present. I'll trouble you for my receipt, Mr.
M'Clutchy, but I won't vote for him. I beg your pardon, sir," said he,
on looking at the receipt which Val, as he spoke, had handed to him;
"this isn't signed--your name's not to it."

"Show," said Val; "upon my life it is not. You are right, Maguire; but
the truth is, M'Slime, that while speaking on any subject that affects
Lord Cumber's interests, I am scarcely conscious of doing anything else.
Now, sir," he proceeded, addressing Maguire, with a brow like midnight;
"there is your receipt--bring it home--show it to your family--and tell
them it is the last of the kind you will ever receive on the property of
Lor