u. Chalk the road
for the young lady, Mr. Redmond.'

And Davy fell to whisper energetically again in M. M.'s ear.

And Moggy disappeared. Straight down to the town she went, and to the
friendly Dr. Toole's house, but he was not expected home from Dublin
till morning. Then she had thoughts of going to the barrack, and
applying for a company of soldiers, with a cannon, if necessary, to
retake the Mills. Then she bethought her o' good Dr. Walsingham, but he
was too simple to cope with such seasoned rogues. General Chattesworth
was too far away, and not quite the man either, no more than Colonel
Stafford; and the young beaux, 'them captains, and the like, 'id only be
funnin' me, and knows nothing of law business.' So she pitched upon
Father Roach.

CHAPTER LXXVII.

IN WHICH IRISH MELODY PREVAILS.

Now, Father Roach's domicile was the first house in the Chapel-lane,
which consisted altogether of two, not being very long. It showed a
hall-door, painted green--the national hue--which enclosed, I'm happy to
say, not a few of the national virtues, chief among which reigned
hospitality. As Moggy turned the corner, and got out of the cold wind
under its friendly shelter, she heard a stentorian voice, accompanied by
the mellifluous drone of a bagpipe, concluding in a highly decorative
style the last verse of the 'Colleen Rue.'

Respect for this celestial melody, and a desire to hear a little more of
what might follow, held Moggy on the steps, with the knocker between her
finger and thumb, unwilling to disturb by an unseasonable summons the
harmonies from which she was, in fact, separated only by the thickness
of the window and its shutter. And when the vocal and instrumental music
came to an end together with a prolonged and indescribable groan and a
grunt from the songster and the instrument, there broke forth a shrilly
chorus of female cackle, some in admiration and some in laughter; and
the voice of Father Roach was heard lustily and melodiously ejaculating
'More power to you, Pat Mahony!'

As this pleasant party all talked together, and Moggy could not clearly
unravel a single sentence, she made up her mind to wait no longer, and
knocked with good emphasis, under cover of the uproar.

The maid, who had evidently been in the hall, almost instantaneously
opened the door; and with a hasty welcome full of giggle and excitement,
pulled in Moggy by the arm, shutting the door after her; and each damsel
asked the othe