"Keep them asunder!" The two men were separated; but as each felt himself under the influence of strong resentment, they glared at one another with looks of fiery indignation.
"You had better keep out of my way, you impudent scoundrel," said Purcel, shaking his whip at him; "and hark ye, make no more attempts to pay attention to any of my sisters, or, by the heavens above me, I will trace you through all your haunts, and flog you as I would a dog." "I'll take care to give you the opportunity before long, Squire Purcel, or rather Squireen Purcel," replied the Buck; "and what is more, I'll see you and yours in my power yet." "You're too ready wid your whip, Mr.Purcel," said several voices from among the crowd; "and you do think it's dogs you have to dale wid, as Mr.English says." "No," said Purcel, with scom; "I deny it; my whip is never raised unless to the shoulders of some slavish, lying, and dishonest scoundrel, whom I prefer to punish rather than to prosecute." "Take.

care it doesn't come aginst you, then, some o' these days," said a voice.
"Ay," added another, "or some o' these nights!" "Ah, you ungrateful and cowardly crew," he replied, "who have not one drop of manly blood in your veins, I despise you.

Like all thorough cowards, you are equally slavish and treacherous.

Kindness is thrown away upon you, generosity you cannot understand, for open fight or open resentment you have neither heart nor courage--but give you the hour of midnight, and your unsuspecting victim asleep--or place you behind the shelter of a hedge, where your cowardly person is safe and invisible, with a musket or blunderbuss in your hands, and a man before whom you have crawled in the morning like reptiles, you will not scruple to assassinate that night.

Curse upon you! you are a disgrace to any Christian country, and I despise, I say, and defy you.