I expect the landlord to come down upon me some o' these days--and what to do, or on what hand to turn, I'm sure I don't know on airth." "You don't say so now, Carey ?" "Troth I do, Misther John; and I hope you'll spare me for a little--I mane till the hard times that's in it mends somehow." "Well, Carey, all I can say is, that, if you don't know on what hand to turn, I can tell you." "Thank you, Misther John; troth an' I do want to know that." "Listen, then; before you come here to me with a barefaced and dishonest lie in your mouth, you ought to have gone to the C------m Savings' Bank, and drawn from the sum of two hundred and seventy-three pounds, which you have lying there, the slight sum of seven pounds twelve and nine-pence which you owe us.

Now, Carey, I tell you that you are nothing but an impudent, scheming, dishonest scoundrel; and I say, once for all, that we will see whether you, and every knavish rascal like you, or the law of the land, is the stronger.

Mark me now, you impudent knave, we shall never ask you again.

The next time you see us will be at the head of a body of police, or a party of the king's troops; for I swear that, as sure as, the sun shines, so certainly will we take the tithe due out of your marrow, if we can get it nowhere else." "Maybe, then," said Carey, "you will find that we'll laugh at the law, the polis, the king's troops, and Misther John Purcel into the bargain; and I now tell you to your teeth, that if one sixpence of tithe would save the sowls of every one belongin' to you, I won't pay it--so do your worst, and I defy you." "Begone, you scoundrel.

You are, I perceive, as rank a rebel as ever missed the rope; but you won't miss it.