"It was this--your farm and mine lie very snugly together--observe, I said, '_that's what I begin with_'-- didn't I say that ?" "You did, and now what else do you say ?" "The very same thing--that _your farm, and mine lie snugly together_--and mark me, Mr.M'Loughlin--" "I do--oh, upon my credit I do--ha, ha, ha!" "Than _that's what I end with_." "Ah," replied M'Loughlin indignantly, "you think you have the ball at your own foot, now that old Topertoe is gone, and his son has made you his under agent.

A nice job indeed it was, that transformed old drunken Tom Topertoe into Lord Cumber, and made his son, the present Lord, too proud to live on his own estate.

However, I'd be glad to see the honest man that ever envied the same old Tom his title, when we all know that he got it for selling his country.

As for you, Vulture, I defy and despise you; when my rent's due, thank God I am able to pay it, so you may do your worst.

While Mr.Hickman's over you, the tenants have some protection, in spite of your villainy, you unprincipled scoundrel." "Our farms lie snugly together, Mr: M'Loughlin, and _that's what I end with_." It was from the town of Castle Cumber, which we have described at the opening of our narrative, that old Tom Topertoe, a squire of the true Irish kidney, took his title.