Even the Rapparee's dungeon was not impenetrable to him, especially as he put the matter on a religious footing, to wit, that as the unfortunate robber was not allowed the spiritual aid of his own clergy, he himself was the only person left to prepare him for death, which he did with the whiskey-bottle.
The assizes on that occasion were protracted to an unusual length.

The country was in a most excited state, and party feeling ran fearfully high.

Nothing was talked of but the two trials, par excellence, to wit, that of Whitecraft and Reilly; and scarcely a fair or market, for a considerable time previous, ever came round in which there waa not a battle on the subject of either one or the other of them, and not unfrequently of both.

Nobody was surprised at the conviction of the Red Rapparee; but, on the contrary, every one was glad that the country had at last got rid of him.
Poor Helen, however, was not permitted to remain quiet, as she had expected.

When Mr.Doldrum had furnished the leading counsel with his brief and a list of the witnesses, the other gentleman was surprised to see the name of Helen Folliard among them.
"How is this ?" he inquired; "is not this the celebrated beauty who eloped with him ?" "It is, sir," replied Doldrum.
"But," proceeded the other, "you have not instructed me in the nature of the evidence she is prepared to give." "She is deeply penitent, sir, and in a very feeble state of health; so much so that we were obliged to leave the tendency of her evidence to be brought out on the trial." "Have you subpoenaed her ?" "No, sir." "And why not, Mr.Doldrum?
Don't you know that there is no understanding the caprices of women.