The murderer was free.
As the old historian travelled to Dublin, he rested at a shop in Dunflin.

A young man came in and took liberties with the young woman who had care of the shop.

She tried to check him, by saying that he would be seen by the gentleman in the next room.

In a moment he seized a knife from the counter, and plunged it into the breast of Mac Firbis.

There was no "justice for Ireland" then, and, of course, the miscreant escaped the punishment he too well deserved.
[20] _Lost_ .-- He was also employed by Sir James Ware to translate for him, and appears to have resided in his house in Castle-street, Dublin, just before his death.
[21] _Betaghs_ .-- Poems, by D.F.Mac Carthy.
[22] _Noah_ .-- This is a clear argument.