ul and perfidious; the cause:
slights put on his youthful love.

Third, against O'Brallaghan; the cause: impudence on various
occasions, and slanderous reports relating to cabbaged cloth since the
period of their dissolving all connection with each other.

Mr. Jinks has revolved, in the depths of his gloomy soul, these
darling projects, and has, perforce of his grand faculty of invention,
determined upon his course in two out of the three affairs.

Verty annoys him, however. Mr. Jinks has ceased to think of a brutal,
ignoble contest with vulgar fists or weapons ever since the muzzle of
Verty's rifle invaded his ruffles on the morning of his woes. He would
have a revenge worthy of himself--certain, complete, and above all,
quite safe. Mr. Jinks would wile the affections of Miss Redbud from
him, fixing the said affections on himself; but that is not possible,
since the young lady in question has gone home, and Apple Orchard is
too far to walk. Still Mr. Jinks does not despair of doing something;
and this something is what he seeks and ruminates upon, as the mixed
rum and water glides down his throat.

Ralph yawns, laughs, and kicks his heels.

Then he rises; goes to the mantel-piece and gets a pipe; and begins to
smoke--lazier than ever.

Mr. Jinks sets down his cup, and murmurs.

"Hey!" cries Ralph, sending out a cloud of smoke, "what are you
groaning about, my dear fellow?"

"I want money," says Mr. Jinks.

"For what?"

"To buy a horse."

"A horse?"

Mr. Jinks nods.

"What do you want with a horse?"

"Revenge," replies Mr. Jinks.

Ralph begins to laugh.

"Oh, yes," he says, "we spoke of that; against Sallianna. I'll assist
you, my boy. The fact is, I have caught the infection of a friend's
sentiments on Sallianna the divine. I have a cousin who abominates
her. I'll assist you!"

"No; that affair is arranged," says Mr. Jinks, with gloomy pleasure;
"that will give me no trouble. That young man Verty is the enemy I
allude to. I want revenge."

And Mr. Jinks rattled his sword.

Ralph looked with a mischievous expression at his friend.

"But I say," he observed, "how would a horse come in there? Do you
want to run a-tilt against Sir Verty, eh? That is characteristic of
you, Jinks!"

"No," says Mr. Jinks, "I have other designs."

"What are they?"

"You are reliable!"

"Reliable! I should say I was! Come, make me your confidant."

Mr. Jinks complies with this request, and details his plans a