With a fresh volley of shouts and hurras they proceeded, still bearing him in triumph towards his father's house, where they left him, after a last and deafening round of cheers.

Our readers can easily fancy the pride of his parents and friends on receiving him.
"Father," said he, "my name's' cleared.

I hope I have the Lamh Laudher blood in me still.

Mother, you never doubted me, but you wor forced to give way." "My son, my son," said the father, embracing him, "my noble boy! There never was one of your name like you.

You're the flower of us all!" His mother wept with joy and pressed him repeatedly to her heart; and all his relations were as profuse as they were sincere in their congratulations.
"One thing troubles us," observed his parents, "what will become of his wife?
John dear," said his mother, "my heart aches for her." "God knows and so does mine," exclaimed the father; "there is goodness about her." "She is freed from a tyrant and a savage," replied their son, "for he was both, and she ought to be thankful that she's rid of him.