that
from my heart out! Look at thim, Jimmy agra--only look at the black
thieves! how warm an' wealthy they sit there in our ould possessions,
an' here we must toil till our fingers are worn to the stumps, upon this
thievin' bent. The curse of Cromwell on it!--You might as well ax the
divil for a blessin', as expect anything like a dacent crop out of
it.--Look at thim two ridges!--such a poor sthring o' praties is in
it!--one here an' one there--an' yit we must turn up the whole ridge for
that same! Well, God sind the time soon, when the right will take place,
Jimmy agra!"

"An' doesn't Pasthorini say it? Sure whin Twenty-five comes, we'll have
our own agin: the right will overcome the might--the bottomless pit will
be locked--ay, double: boulted, if St. Pettier gets the kays, for he's
the very boy that will accommodate the heretics wid a warm corner; an'
yit, faith, there's: many o' thim that myself 'ud put in a good word
for, affcher all."

"Throth, an' here's the same, Jimmy. There's Jack Stuart, an' if there's
a cool corner in hell, the same Jack will get it--an' that he may, I
pray Gor this day, an' amin. The Lord sind it to him! for he richly
desarves it. Kind, neighborly, and frindly, is he an' all belongin' to
him; an' I wouldn't be where a hard word 'ud be spoken of him, nor a dog
in connection wid the family ill-treated; for which reason may he get a
cool corner in hell, I humbly sufflicate."

"What do you think of Jack Taylor? Will he be cosey?"

"Throth, I doubt so--a blessed youth is Jack: yit myself 'ud hardly wish
it. He's a heerum-skeemm, divil-may-care fellow, no doubt of it, an'
laughs at the priests, which same I'm thinkin' will get him below
stairs more nor a new-milk heat, any way; but thin agin, he thrates thim
dacent, an' gives thim good dinners, an' they take all this rolliken
in good part, so that it's likely he's not in airnest in it, and surely
they ought to know best, Jimmy."

"What do you think of Yallow Sam?--honest Sam, that they say was born
widout a heart, an' carries the black wool in his ears, to keep out
the cries of the widows an' the orphans, that are long rotten in their
graves through his dark villany!--He'll get a snug birth!"*

* This was actually said of the person alluded to--a
celebrated usurer and agent to two or three estates,
who was a little deaf, and had his ears occasionally
stuffed with black wool.

"Yallow Sam," replied the old man, slowly