The squire and nobleman were too frequently both alike remarkable for the exhibition of such principles.

Of this class was our friend M'Clutchy, who was now a justice of the peace, a grand juror, and a captain of cavalry--his corps having, a little time before, been completed.

With this posse, as the officers of justice, the pranks he played were grievous to think of or to remember.

He and they were, in fact, the terror of the whole Roman Catholic population; and from the spirit in which they executed justice, were seldom called by any other name than that of M'Clutchy's Bloodhounds.

Upon the present occasion they were unaccompanied by M'Clutchy himself--a circumstance which was not to be regretted, as there was little to be expected from his presence but additional brutality and insult.
On arriving at the door, they hastily dismounted, and rushed into the cabin with their usual violence and impetuosity, each being armed with a carbine and bayonet.
"Hallo!" said the leader, whose name was Sharpe; "what's here?
shamming sickness is it ?" "No," said Father Roche; "it is death ?" "Ay! shamming death then.