Sich is the state that things ha' come to; and how it'll end, God only knows.

At any rate, I'll slip over afther dusk to-morrow evenin' and pay; but as you hope for mercy, and don't wish to see me taken from my wife and childre', don't breathe a syllable of it to man or mortual." "I shall not, indeed, Tom," replied Purcel, "but I really did not think that matters were altogether so bad as you describe them.

The people are infatuated, and will only draw the vengeance of the law upon their heads.

They will suffer, as they always do by their own misconduct and madness." Duggan had scarcely withdrawn, when our old friend, Darby Hourigan, thrust in his hateful and murderous-looking countenance.

"God save you, Misther John." "God save you kindly, Misther Hourigan." "Isn't it glorious weather for the saison, sir ?" "I have seen better and I have seen worse, Mr.Hourigan; but Darby, passing the weather by, which neither you nor I can mend, allow me to say that I hope you are not coming here for the twentieth time to palm us off about the tithe." "Troth, then, and, Mr.John; I can't afford to pay tide--I'm a poor man, sir; and, as it happens that I never trouble the parson in religious matthers, I don't see what right the parson has to trouble me for my money." "Ah! you have got the cant, I see.