Not only had Paddy Mullin and Jemmy Kelly run up in haste--the latter, who had been digging in his garden, without waiting to put on his hat or coat--but other families in the neighborhood, young and old, crowded in to welcome him home---from Dublin--for in that lay the principal charm.

The bottle was again produced, and a holiday spirit now prevailed among them.

Questions upon questions were put to him with reference to the wonders they had heard of the great metropolis--of the murders and robberies committed upon travellers--the kidnapping of strangers from the country--the Lord Lieutenant's Castle, with three hundred and sixty-four windows in it, and all the extraordinary sights and prodigies which it is supposed to contain.

In a few minutes after this friendly accession to their numbers had taken place, a youth entered about nineteen years of age--handsome, tall, and well-made--in fact, such a stripling as gave undeniable promise of becoming a fine, powerful young man.

On being handed a glass of whiskey he shook hands with M'Mahon, welcomed him home, and then drank all their healths by name until he came to that of Dora, when he paused, and, coloring, merely nodded towards her.