our days--and will not go to bed; it is for you I now feel, mother."

Mr. M'Loughlin and his family here entered; and truth to tell, boundless
was the indignation of the honest fellow, at this most oppressive and
perfidious proceeding on the part of the treacherous agent.

"Ah," said he, "I knew it--and I said it--but let the scoundrel do his
worst; I scorn him, and I defy him in the very height of his ill-gotten
authority. My children," said he, "keep yourselves cool. Let not this
cowardly act of oppression and revenge disturb or provoke you. This
country, as it is at present governed--and this property as it is at
present managed--is no place for us to live in. Let the scoundrel then
do his worst. As for us, we will follow the example of other respectable
families, who, like ourselves, have been forced to seek a home in
a distant country. We will emigrate to America, as soon as I can
conveniently make arrangements for that purpose; for God knows I am sick
of my native land, and the petty oppressors which in so many ways harass
and goad the people almost to madness."

He had no sooner uttered these words, than the fellow whose name was
Hudson, whispered to one of his companions, who immediately disappeared
with something like a grin of exultation on his countenance. Mrs.
M'Loughlin's illness was now such as she could no longer attempt to
conceal. The painful shock occasioned by this last vindictive proceeding
on the part of M'Clutchy, came at a most unhappy moment. Overcome by
that and her illness, she was obliged to go to bed, aided by her husband
and her daughter; but before she went, it was considered necessary to
get one of the ruffians, as an act of favor, to take an inventory of
the furniture in her chamber, in order that her sick room might not be
intruded upon afterwards.

Mary having put her sick mother to bed, returned to the parlor, from
whence she was proceeding to the kitchen, to make whey with her own
hands for the invalid, when in passing along the hall, Harman and her
brother John met her. She was in a hurry, and was about to pass without
speaking a word, when she and they were startled by the following
dialogue--

"So, Bob, did you see the pale beauty in the parlor?"

"I did, she's a devilish pretty girl."

"She is so--well, but do you know that she is one of Mr. Phil's ladies.
Sure he was caught in her bed-room some time ago."

"Certainly, every one knows that; and it appears she is breaking h