Devil a sich a tyrant in Europe," said he, loudly, "when he wishes--an' yet, after all," he added, in a low, confidential voice, just loud enough for his master to hear,--"where 'ud one get the like of him?
Tom Booth, desire them to fetch warm water to the study, till I dress his poor leg, and make him fit for business." "Here is Donnel Dhu," replied Booth, "waitin' for law business." "Go to the windy, Donnel," said Jemmy, with an authoritative air; "go to your ground; but before you do--let me know what you want." "I'll do no such thing," replied the Prophet; "unless to say, that it's a matter of life an' death." "Go out," repeated Jemmy, with brief and determined authority, "an wait till it's his honor's convanience, his full convanience, to see you.

As dark a rogue, sir," he continued, having shoved the Prophet outside, and slapped the door in his face; "and as great a schamer as ever put a coat on his back.

He's as big a liar too, when he likes, as ever broke bread; but there's far more danger in him when he tells the truth, for then you may be sure he has some devil's design in view." Dick-o'-the-Grange, though vulgar and eccentric, was by no means deficient in shrewdness and common sense--neither was he, deliberately, an unjust man; but, like too many in the world, he generally suffered his prejudices and his interests to take the same side.

Having had his leg dressed, and been prepared by Jemmy for the business of the day, he took his place, as usual, in the chair of justice, had the window thrown open, and desired the Prophet to state the nature of his business.
The latter told him that the communication must be a private one, as it involved a matter of deep importance, being no less than an affair of life and death.
This startled the magistrate, who, with a kind of awkward embarrassment, ordered, or rather requested Jemmy to withdraw, intimating that he would be sent for, if his advice or opinion should be deemed necessary.
"No matther," replied Jemmy; "the loss will be your own; for sure I know the nice hand you make of law when you're left to yourself.

Only before I go, mark my words;--there you stand, Donnel Dhu, an' I'm tellin' him to be on his guard against you--don't put trust, plaise your honor, in either his word or his oath--an' if he's bringin' a charge against any one, give it in favor of his enemy, whoever he is.