upporters.

The Squire dissuades him--and growling contemptuously, the lawyer does
not further oppose the desire of the ladies.

Then from Mr. Rushton's office comes hastily our friend Mr.
Roundjacket--smiling, flourishing his ruler, and pointing, with
well-bred amusement, to the crowd. The crowd look sidewise at Mr.
Roundjacket, who returns them amiable smiles, and brandishes his
ruler in pleasant recognition of Hibernian friends and clients in the
assemblage.

Roundjacket thinks the ladies need not be alarmed. Still, as there
will probably be a fight soon, they had better get out and come in.

Roundjacket is the public character when he speaks thus--he is
flourishing his ruler. It is only when Miss Lavinia has descended that
he ogles that lady. Suddenly, however, he resumes his noble and lofty
carriage, and waves the ruler at his friend, St. Michael--tailor and
client--by name, O'Brallaghan.

The crowd passes on, with thundering drums and defiant shouts; and our
party, from Apple Orchard, having affixed their horses to the wall,
near at hand, gaze on the masquerade from Mr. Rushton's office.

We have given but a few words to the strange pageant which swept on
through the main street of the old border town; and this because any
accurate description is almost wholly impossible. Let the reader
endeavor to imagine Pandemonium broke loose, with all its burly
inmates, and thundering voices, and _outre_ forms, and, perhaps, the
general idea in his mind may convey to him some impression of the rout
which swept by with its shouts and mad defiances.

Some were clad in coat and pantaloons only; others had forgotten the
coat, and exposed brawny and hirsute torsos to the October sun, and
swelling muscles worthy of Athletes.

Others, again, were almost _sans-culottes_, only a remnant being left,
which made the deficiency more tantalizingly painful to the eye.

Let the reader, then, imagine this spectacle of torn garments,
tattered hats, and brandished clubs--not forgetting the tatterdemalion
negro children, who ran after the crowd in the last state of
dilapidation, and he will have some slight idea of the masquerade,
over which rode, in supreme majesty, the trunk-nosed Mr. O'Brallaghan.

We need not repeat the observations of the ladies; or detail their
exclamations, fears, and general behavior. Like all members of the
fair sex, they made a virtue of necessity, and assumed the most
winning expressions of timidity and re