Oh! thin, if ever a poor inoffensive young gintleman--for sure he's that by birth, as we say, at all events, as well as by larnin'-- was brought to death's door with this day's work, he was.

I thought to flatther him home if he could come, but it was no go.

An' thin, agin, I thought it was a sin to ax' him; an' so for a afraid they'd be alarmed at home, I was on my way to make all your minds aisy.
An' whisper hether, Jerry--not that I look upon Frank Finnerty an the man he ought to be, for we all know the narrow escape he had for the murder of Tom Whisky's son--still an' all, he's safe wid Finnerty, bekaise he knows that we know where he is, and that if anything happened him we'd hould him accountable." "Well," replied Jerry, affecting a satisfaction which, however, he did not feel, "I'm glad he's safe; for, as you say, Mogue, although Frank Finnerty is pretty well known, still what could tempt him to harm Mr.
M'Carthy ?" "I know that," said Mogue; "still an' all, the nerra foot I'd brought him to his house, only we stumbled on it out o' the mist, by mere accident, an' by coorse it was the next to us.

Goodness' sake, Jerry, carry these things home for me, will you?
I'm not able to mark the ground--do, avick, an' I'll offer up a pathran avy for you before I lay down my head this night, tired as I am." "Well, begad, it's myself that would, Mogue, but you see, as I'm out for a while, an' so near my poor mother's, throth I'll slip over and see how she is, the crature; only for that, Mogue, I'd lighten you of the shootin' things wid a heart an' a half." "But sure you can see your poor mother, the crature, any other evenin'?
Do come back, Jerry, an' I'll do twiste as much for you agin.

Oh! oh! milia murther! I'm not able to get on my legs.