o tell me that, you came here;--if you've anything to
say, let me hear what it is."

"Why then, yer honor, is Mr. Larry, the owld man, a going to see the
young masther?"

"And what if he is?"

"Why jist this thin; av he do, Keegan's boys is to saze him as he
comes out on the road from Ballycloran."

"Gracious God! would he arrest the man coming to see his own son for
the last time!"

"Faix, he will, Mr. McKeon; so don't let him do it; I heard him
telling the bailiff."

McKeon seemed lost in astonishment, at this fresh instance of the
attorney's relentless barbarity, and Brady turned round to go away.
But after having walked a few yards, he came back, and said, in a
hesitating whisper--

"You'll be seeing Mr. Thady afore it's all over, Mr. McKeon?"

"Well; I shall see him."

"Would you mind axing him to pardon a poor boy, Mr. McKeon?"

"May God pardon you, Brady. Your master that was, has been taught
before this to forgive all his enemies; but I wouldn't dirty my mouth
with your name the last time I see him."

"Sorrow a word of a lie thin I towld, Mr. McKeon."

"Never mind; truth or lies it's much the same." And McKeon returned
to the house, and told Father John what he had heard from Brady; and
the priest and he agreed together that it would be by far the best
course to make Thady understand that his father could not leave his
home to see him, for fear of falling into the hands of the attorney.

On the next day, Sunday, Father John performed mass and preached as
usual in the parish chapel. When the service was over, he addressed
his congregation from the altar on the subject of Thady's approaching
execution, and he begged them all, as they valued his good opinion,
not only not to be present at it themselves, but also to do all in
their power to prevent others from being so. The same thing was done
in Carrick, where the priest moreover begged his parishioners not to
open their shops on that morning until the execution should be over.

The ensuing week passed slowly away. Father John was with the doomed
man constantly, and McKeon saw him two or three times. On the
Wednesday Mr. Webb returned from Dublin, but his journey had been a
fruitless one; he had seen the Lord-Lieutenant, and had been kindly
received by him; but at the same time he was informed that he could
not exercise his privilege of mercy in this case, as he had been
strongly advised not to do so, both by those in office under him and
by the