Don't write; let your message be verbal, and destroy this." On going to widow Buckley's, he learned--after some trouble in identifying himself--that she had several visits from Sir Robert and his men, at all hours, both by night and day.

He therefore hastily gave her the necessary instructions how to act, and, above all things, to ask to see Lanigan, and, if possible, to bring some eggs or chickens for sale, which fact, he said, would give a color to her appearance there, and prevent the possibility of any suspicion.

Having placed the letter in her keeping, together with some silver to enable her to purchase either the eggs or the chickens, in case she had them not herself, he then returned to the farmer's, where he remained quietly and without disturbance of any kind until the third day, when widow Buckley made her appearance.

He brought her out to the garden, because in discussing matters connected with his _Cooleen Bawn_ he did not wish that even the farmer's family should be auditors--although we may say here that not only were the loves of Willy Reilly and _Cooleen Bawn_ known to the farmer and his family, but also to the whole country, and, indeed, through the medium of ballads, to the greater portion of the kingdom.
"Well, Mrs.Buckley," said he, "did you see her ?" "Oh, bad scran to you, Mr.Reilly! you're the very sarra among the girls when you could persuade that lovely creature to fall in love with you--and you a Catholic, an' her a Protestant! May I never, if I think there's her angil out o' heaven! Devil an angel I think in it could hould a candle to her for beauty and figure.

She only wants the wings, sir--for they say that all the angels have wings; and upon my conscience if she had them I know the man she'd fly to." "But what happened, Mrs.Buckley ?" "Why, I sould some chickens and eggs to the cook, who at wanst knew me, because I had often sould him chickens and eggs before.