s to the enormity of his conduct, and,
as a matter of course, they left no stone unturned to save his life. As
we said, however, they were outnumbered; but still they did not despair.
Reilly's friends had been early in the legal market, and succeeded in
retaining some of the ablest men at the bar, his leading counsel being
the celebrated advocate Fox, who was at that time one of the most
distinguished men at the Irish bar. Helen, as the assizes approached,
broke down so completely in her health that it was felt, if she remained
in that state, that she would be unable to attend; and although Reilly's
trial was first on the list, his opposing counsel succeeded in getting
it postponed for a day or two in order that an important witness, then
ill, he said, might be able to appear on their part.

It is not our intention to go through the details of the trial of the
Red Rapparee. The evidence of Mary Mahon, Fergus O'Reilly, and
the sheriff, was complete; the chain was unbroken; the change of
apparel--the dialogue in Mary Mahon's cabin, in which he; avowed the
fact of his having robbed the sheriff--the identification of his person
by the said sheriff in the farmer's house, as before stated, left
nothing for the jury to do I but to bring in a verdict of guilty.
Mercy was out of the question. The hardened ruffian--the treacherous
ruffian--who had lent himself to the bloodthirsty schemes of
Whitecraft--and all this came out upon his trial, not certainly to the
advantage of the baronet--this hardened and treacherous ruffian, we say,
who had been a scourge to that part of the country for years, now felt,
when the verdict of guilty was brought in against him, just as a smith's
anvil might feel when struck by a feather. On hearing it, he growled a
hideous laugh, and exclaimed:

"To the divil I pitch you all; I wish, though, that I had Tom Bradley,
the prophecy man, here, who tould me that I'd never be hanged, and that
the rope was never born for me."

"If the rope was not born for you," observed the judge, "I fear I shall
be obliged to inform you that you were born for the rope. Your life has
been an outrage,upon civilized society."

"Why, you ould dog!" said the Rapparee, "you can't hang me; haven't I a
pardon? didn't Sir Robert Whitecraft get me a pardon from the Government
for turnin' against the Catholics, and tellin' him where to find the
priests? Why, you joulter-headed ould dog, you can't hang me, or, if you
do, I'll leave