God! how the unfortunate divil quivered and writhed and turned--until the poor wake crature, that at first had hardly the strength of a child, got, by the torture he suffered, the strength of three men; for indeed, afther he broke the cords that tied him, three, nor three more the back o' that, wasn't sufficient to hould him.

He got the gag out of his mouth, too, and then, I declare to my Saviour his scrames was so awful that we got frightened, for we couldn't but think that the voice was unnatural, an sich as no man ever heard.

We set to, however, and gagged and tied him agin, and then we carded him--first down, then up, then across by one side, and after that across by the other.

* Well, when this was done, we tuk him as aisily an' as purtily as we could.
"D--n your soul, you ould ras--rascal," said the person they called Ned, "you wor--wor 'all a parcel o' bloody, d--n, hell--fi--fire cowardly villains, to--to--thrat--ate any fellow crature--crature in sich a way.
Why didn't you shoo--shoo--oot him at wanst, an' not put--ut him through hell's tor--tortures like that, you bloody-minded ould dog!" To tell the truth, many of them were shocked at the old carder's narrative, but he only, grinned at them, and replied-- "Ay, shoot--you may talk about shootin,' Ned, avick, but for all that life's sweet." "Get on--out, you ould sinner o' perdition--to blazes wid you; life's sweet you ould 'shandina--what a purty--urty way you tuk of sweetenin' it for him.

I tell--ell you, Bil--lilly Bradly, that you'll never die on your bed for that night's wo--ork." "And even if I don't, Ned, you won't have my account to answer for." "An' mighty glad I am of it: my own--own's bad enough, God knows, an' for the mat--matther o' that--here's God pardon us all, barrin' that ould cardin' sinner--amin, acheerna villish, this night! Boys, I'll sing-yes a song." "Aisy, Ned," said one or two of them, "bad as it was, let us hear Billy Bradly's story out." "Well," proceeded Billy, "when the ticklin' was over, we took the scraws off of the grave, lined wid thorns as it was, and laid the procthor, naked and bleedin'-- scarified into gris-kins--" "Let me at--at him, the ould cardin' mur--urdherer; plain murdher's daicency compared to that.