Upon my honor and conscience, they have threatened me with the fate of Tandrem of Tavnibeg, who got five bullets into him, not fifty yards from his own door.

Get me the brandy then quick, and another bottle of soda-wather.

Good Lord! Sam, see what it is to be an active and determined magistrate." "Well," said Sam, after he had placed the brandy and soda-water before him, "it's one comfort, plaise your honor, that if they shoot your worship, government will take a glorious revenge upon them.

The three kingdoms will hear of it." "Ay, but, Sam--good Lord!--here's God grant us a long life in the manetime! but upon my honor and conscience it's not revenge upon my own murdherers I want, but to be made a Stipendiary.

Revenge! Good Lord! what is revenge to a murdhered man, Sam, maybe with five bullets in him! Now, Sam, this is not want of courage in me--but--but--mere distress of mind on looking at the state of the country.