d he, "that was all our diplomeecee."

"And were you never really divided?"

"Nivir for a momint. Those were only thricks intindid to disave and
schtoopeefy the Amirican and English governmints."

"So your true aim refers to America?"

"Yis. And we intind to saycure to Amirica a perpetual succession of
Oirish prisidints."

"When will you be able to begin? At the next election?"

"No--not so soon. Not for two or three to come. By the third elicton
though, all the Oirish populeetion will be riddy to vote, and thin
we'll have our oun Oirish Prisidint. And afther that," said O'Halloran,
in an oracular tone, and pausing to quaff the transparent draught--
"afther that, Amirica will be simplee an Oirish republic. Then we'll
cast our oys across the say. We'll cast there our arrums. We'll sind
there our flates and armies. We'll take vingince out of the Saxon for
the wrongs of foive cinturies. We'll adopt Ould Oireland into the
fameelee of the Steetes, as the youngest, but the fairist and the
broightist of thim all. We'll throw our laygions across the Oirish
Channel into the land of the Saxon, and bring that counthry down to its
proimayval insignifeecance. That," said O'Halloran, "is the one
sehtoopindous eem of the Fenian Ordher."

O'Halloran showed deep emotion. Once more he quaffed the restoring
draught.

"Yis, me boy," he said, looking tenderly at me. "I'll yit return to the
owld land. Perhaps ye'll visit the eeged O'Halloran before he doise.
Oi'll teek up me risidince at Dublin. Oi'll show ye Oircland--free--
troiumphint, shuprame among the neetions. Oi'll show ye our noble
pisintry, the foinist in the wurruld. Oi'll take ye to the Rotondo.
Oi'll show ye the Blarney-stone. Oi'll show ye the ruins of Tara, where
me oun ancisthors once reigned."

At this his emotion overcame him, and he was once more obliged to seek
a restorative.

After this he volunteered to sing a song, and trolled off the following
to a lively, rollicking air:

"'Ye choonfol Noine!
Ye nymphs devoine,
Shuprame in Jove's dominions!
Assist me loyre,
Whoile oi aspoire
To cilibreet the Fenians.

"'Our ordher bowld
All onconthrowled
Injued with power, be dad, is
To pleece in arrums
The stalwart farrums
Of half a million Paddies.

"'To Saxon laws
For Oireland's cause
Thim same did breok allaygiance,
An' marched away
In war's array
To froighten the Canajians.

"'We soon intind
Our wee to wind
Across the w