ist. There is a steadfast perseverance in clinging to the
legitimate Sovereign. Like the very observance of truth itself, shake
the conviction once, and there is no limit to scepticism."

"Humph!" muttered Tiernay, half aloud. "Considering how royalty treated
your ancestors, your ardor in their favor might be cooled a little."

"What's Tiernay saying?" said the old man.

"Grumbling, as usual, papa," said Mary, laughing, and not willing to
repeat the remark.

"Trying to give a man a bias in politics," said the doctor,
sarcastically, "is absurd, except you accompany the advice with a place.
A man's political opinions are born with him, and he has as much to do
with the choice of his own Christian name as whether he 'll be a Whig or
a Tory."

"Never mind him, sir," said Corrigan to Cashel; "one might travesty the
well-known epigram, and say of him that he never said a kind thing, nor
did a rude one, in his life."

"The greater fool he, then," mattered Tiernay, "for the world likes him
best who does the exact opposite; and here comes one to illustrate my
theory. There, I see him yonder; so I 'll step into the library and look
over the newspaper."

"He cannot endure a very agreeable neighbor of ours,--a Mr. Linton,"
said Corrigan, as the doctor retired,--"and makes so little secret of
his dislike that I am always glad when they avoid a meeting."

"Mr. Linton is certainly more generous," said Mary, "for he enjoys the
doctor's eccentricity without taking offence at his rude humor."

"Good-breeding can be almost a virtue," said the old man, with a smile.

"It has this disadvantage, however," said Cashel: "it deceives men who,
like myself, have little knowledge of life, to expect far more from
politeness than it is ever meant to imply,--just as on the Lima shore,
when we carried off a gold Madonna, we were never satisfied if we missed
the diamond eyes of the image."

The old man and his granddaughter almost started at the strange
illustration; but their attention was now called off by the approach of
Linton, whom they met as he reached the porch.

"Come here a moment, sir," said the doctor, addressing Cashel, from the
little boudoir; "here are some weapons of very old date found among
the ruins beside where we stand." And Roland had just time to quit the
breakfast-room before Linton entered it.

"The menagerie fills fast," said Linton, as he advanced gayly into the
apartment: "some of our principal lions have come