Give me your hand, Jerry--oh! oh!--well, well--what's this at all?
Jerry, achora, don't desart me now, 'an me in the state you see.

I'll never get home by myself--that's what I won't--mavrone, oh! what's this ?--I'm fairly kilt." "Well, but the thruth is, Mogue," replied his companion, "that I got a message from my mother, sayin' that she's not well, and wishes most partiklarly to see me about my sisther Shibby's marriage.

Now, Mogue, you're a pious and religious boy, an' would be the last to encourage me to neglect a parent's wishes: ay, or that would allow me to do so, even if I intended it; throth I know it's a scoulden' you'd give me if I did." Mogue's flank was completely turned; he was, in fact, most adroitly taken upon his own principle; his egregious vanity was ticked by this compliment to his piety; and, as he was at no time a person of firm character, he gave way.
Thought Jerry to himself, as he left this plausible hypocrite, to proceed home under his affected fatigue, "I know there's mischief on foot to-night, for if there wasn't I an' others 'ud be summoned to this meetin'; there will be nobody there, I suppose, but the black squad or the bloodmen.

It'll go hard wid me, at any rate, but I'll send one there that'll bring Mr.M'Carthy from among them without suspicion; an' so here goes to lose no time about it." He then plunged into the most solitary and remote fields, and pursued his way, anxious, if possible, to meet no one, much less any of those who belonged, as he said, "to the black squad." Of late, the state of public feeling upon the subject of tithes had become so violent and agitated, that Mr.Purcel's immediate friends found it almost a matter involving their personal safety to dine with him.

At all events, such of them as accepted his hospitality took care to leave his house very early, and to keep themselves well armed besides.