have
what will put your enemy out of the way."

"That will do then," replied Greatrakes, "and I shall depend on you."

"Ay," replied the old villain, "but remember that the act is not mine
but your own. I simply furnish you with the necessary means--your own
act will be to apply them."

On leaving the hut, Greatrakes was highly gratified on finding that
Barney Casey had overheard their whole conversation.

"You will serve as a corroborative evidence," said he.

The herbalist, at all events, was entrapped, and not only his
disposition to sell botanical poisons, but his habit of doing so, was
clearly proved to the benevolent magistrate.

On the next night he got the poison, and having consulted with Casey, he
said he would not urge the matter for a few days, as he wished, in
the most private way possible, to procure further evidence against the
guilty parties.

In the meantime, every preparation was made in both families for
Woodward's wedding. The old peer, who had cross-examined his niece upon
the subject, discovered her attachment to Woodward; and as he wished
to see her settled before his death with a gentlemanly and respectable
husband--a man who would be capable of taking care of the property
which he must necessarily leave her, as she was his favorite and his
heiress--and besides, he loved her as a daughter--he was resolved that
Woodward and she should be united."

"I don't care a fig," said he, "whether this Woodward has property or
not. He is a gentleman, respectably connected, of accomplished manners,
handsome in person, and if he has no fortune, why you have; and I think
the best thing you can do is to accept him without hesitation. The
comical rascal," said he, laughing heartily, "took me in so completely
during our first interview, that he became a favorite with me."

"I think well of him," replied his firm-minded niece; "and even I admit
that I love him, as far as a girl of such a cold constitution as mine
may; but I tell you, uncle, that if I discovered a taint of vice or want
of principle in his character, I could fling him off with contempt."

"I wish to heaven," replied the uncle, rather nettled, "that we could
have up one of the twelve apostles. I dare say some of them, if they
were disposed to marry, might come up to your mark."

"Well, uncle, at all events I like him sufficiently to consent that he
should become my husband."

"Well, and is not that enough; bless my heart, could you wish