Was waked and carried out, and here I am after all, ready to die in earnest for you, but never to desert you." The cheers here were deafening, and my uncle was carried through the market down to the mayor's house, who, being a friend of the opposite party, was complimented with three groans; then up the Mall to the chapel, beside which father Mac Shane resided.

He was then suffered to touch the earth once more; when, having shaken hands with all of his constituency within reach, he entered the house, to partake of the kindest welcome and best reception the good priest could afford him.
My uncle's progress homeward was a triumph.

The real secret of his escape had somehow come out, and his popularity rose to a white heat.

"An' it's little O'Malley cares for the law,--bad luck to it; it's himself can laugh at judge and jury.

Arrest him?
Nabocklish! Catch a weasel asleep!" etc.
Such were the encomiums that greeted him as he passed on towards home; while shouts of joy and blazing bonfires attested that his success was regarded as a national triumph.
The west has certainly its strong features of identity.