Jest be said be me, Dan Loftus, and let sleeping dogs lie.

Here I am, an old experienced observer, that's up to their tricks, with my eye upon them.

Go you to bed--lave them to me--and they're checkmated without so much as seeing how we bring it to pass.' Dan hesitated.
'Arrah! go to your bed, Dan Loftus, dear.

It's past eleven o'clock--they're nonplussed already; and lave _me_--me that understands it--to manage the rest.' 'Well, Sir, I do confide it altogether to you.

I know I might, through ignorance, do a mischief.' And so they bid a mutual good-night, and Loftus scaled his garret stair and snuffed his candle, and plunged again into the business of two thousand years ago.
'Here's a purty business,' says the priest, extending both his palms, with a face of warlike importance, and shutting the door behind him with what he called 'a cow's kick;' 'a jewel, my dear Pat, no less; bloody work I'm afeared.' Mr.Mahony, who had lighted a pipe during his entertainer's absence, withdrew the fragrant tube from his lips, and opened his capacious mouth with a look of pleasant expectation, for he, like other gentlemen of his day--and, must we confess, not a few jolly clerics of my creed, as well as of honest Father Roach's--regarded the ordeal of battle, and all its belongings, simply as the highest branch of sporting.