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my part, good-will and affection will ultimately be established among
us. At least, there shall be nothing left undone, so far as I am
concerned, to effect it."

It was now near nine o'clock, and my brother was beginning to relate an
anecdote concerning the clergyman who had preceded Father Molloy in the
parish, when a messenger from Mr. Wilson, already alluded to, came up in
breathless haste, requesting the priest, for God's sake, to go down into
town instantly, as the Kellys and the Grimeses were engaged in a fresh
quarrel.

"My God!" he exclaimed--"when will this work have an end? But, to tell
you the truth, gentlemen, I apprehended it; and I fear that something
still more fatal to the parties will yet be the consequence. Mr. D'Arcy,
you must try what you can do with the Grimeses, and I will manage the
Kellys."

We then proceeded to the town, which was but a very short distance from
the Priest's house; and, on arriving, found a large crowd before the
door of the house in which the Kellys had been drinking, engaged in hard
conflict. The priest was on foot, and had brought his whip with him, it
being an argument, in the hands of a Roman Catholic pastor, which tells
so home that it is seldom gainsaid. Mr. Molloy and my brother now dashed
in amongst them: and by remonstrance, abuse, blows, and entreaty, they
with difficulty succeeded in terminating the fight. They were also
assisted by Mr. Wilson and other persons, who dared not, until their
appearance, run the risk of interfering between them. Wilson's servant,
who had come for the priest, was still standing beside me, looking on;
and, while my brother and Mr. Molloy were separating the parties, I
asked him how the fray commenced.

"Why, sir," said he, "it bein' market-day, the Grimeses chanced to be
in town, and this came to the ears of the Kellys, who were drinking in
Cassidy's here, till they got tipsy; some of them then broke out,
and began to go up and down the street, shouting for the face of
a murdhering Grimes. The Grimeses, sir, happened at the time to be
drinking with a parcel of their friends in Joe Sherlock's, and hearing
the Kellys calling out for them, why, as the dhrop, sir, was in on both
sides, they were soon at it. Grimes has given one of the Kelly's a great
bating; but Tom Grogan, Kelly's cousin, a little before we came down,
I'm tould, has knocked the seven senses out of him, with the pelt of a
brick-bat in the stomach."

Soon after this, ho