The sight of this and of the grave completed the wonder and dread which they felt.

As every fresh mass of the crowd arrived, low murmurs escaped them, they raised their heads and eyes exclaiming-- "Poor Lamh Laudher! God be merciful to him!" As the morning advanced, O'Rorke's faction, as a proof that they were determined to consider the death of their leader as a murder, dressed themselves in red ribbons, a custom occasionally observed in Ireland even now, at the funerals of those who have been murdered.

Their appearance passing to and fro among the crowd made the scene with all its associations absolutely terrible.

About eleven o'clock they went in a body to widow Rorke's, for the purpose of once more attempting to dissuade him against the fight.

Here most unexpected intelligence awaited them--_Lamh Laudher Oge_ had disappeared.