"It was I brought him the letter from the post-office." "Show me the letter, if you plaise," said Nanny, who, after looking first at it and then at Hycy, added, "and it was I gave it this little tear near the corner, and dhrew three scrapes of a pin across the paper, an' there they are yet; an' now I can take my oath that it was Mr.Hycy that sent that letther to Bryan M'Mahon--an' your Reverence is the very man I showed it to, and that tould me who it was goin' to, in the street of Ballymacan."' On a close inspection of the letter it was clearly obvious that, although there appeared at a cursory glance a strong resemblance between the frank and the address, yet the difference was too plain to be mistaken.
"If there is further evidence necessary," said Vanston, looking at Hycy significantly, "my agent can produce it--and he is now in the house." "I think you would not venture on that," replied Hycy.
"Don't be too sure of that," said the other, determinedly.
"Sir," replied Father Magowan, "there is nothing further on that point necessary--the proof is plain and clear; and now, Bryan M'Mahon, give me your hand, for it is that of an honest man--I am proud to see that you stand pure and unsullied again; and it shall be my duty to see that justice shall be rendered! you, and ample compensation made for all that you have suffered." "Thank you, sir," replied Bryan, with an air of deep dejection, "but I am sorry to say it is now too late--I am done with the country, and with those that misrepresented me, for ever." Chevydale looked at him with deep attention for a moment, then whispered something to Vanston, who smiled, and nodded his head approvingly.
Jemmy Burke now prepared to go.

"Good mornin', gintlemen," he said, "I am glad to see the honest name cleared and set right, as it ought to be; but as for myself, I lave you wid a heavy--wid a breakin' heart." As he disappeared at the door, Hycy rushed after him, exclaiming, "Father, listen to me--don't go yet till you hear my defence.

I will go and fetch him back," he exclaimed--"he must hear what I have to say for myself." He overtook his father at the bottom of the hall steps.

"Give me a hundred pounds," said he, "and you will never see my face again." "There is two hundre'," said his father; "I expected this.

Your mother confessed all to me this mornin', bekaise she knew it would come out here, I suppose.