ng the interview which
took place between this extraordinary pair. Jemmy, before entering,
threw aside his bundle and his hat, stripped off his coat, and in
a moment presented himself in the usual striped cotton jacket, with
sleeves, which he alway's wore. Old Dick was in the act of letting fly
an oath at something, when Jemmy, walking in, just as if nothing had
happened, exclaimed--

"Why, thin, Mother o' Moses, is it at the ould work I find you? Troth,
it's past counsel, past grace wid you--I'm afraid you're too ould to
mend. In the manetime, don't stare as if you seen a ghost--only tell us
how is that unfortunate leg of yours?"

"Why--eh?--ay,--oh, ah,--you're back are you?--an' what the devil
brought you here again?--eh?"

"Come now, keep yourself quiet, you onpenitent ould sinner, or it'll be
worse for you. How is your leg?"

"Ah, you provokin' ould rascal--eh?--so you are back?"

"Don't you see I am--who would stick to you like myself, afther all?
Troth I missed your dirty tongue, bad as it is--divil a thing but rank
pace and quietness I was ever in since I seen you last."

"And devil a scoundrel has had the honesty to give me a single word of
abuse to my face since you left me."

"And how often did I tell you that you couldn't depind upon the crew
that's around you--the truth's not in them--an' that you ought to know.
However, so far as I am concerned, don't fret--Grod knows I forgive you
all your folly and _feasthalaga_, (* nonsense,) in hopes always that
you'll mend your life in many respects. You had meself before you as
an example, though I say it, that ougtn't to say it, but you know you
didn't take pattern by me as you ought."

"Shake hands, Jemmy; I'm glad to see you again; you were put to expense
since you went."

"No, none; no, I tell you."

"But I say you were."

"There, keep yourself quiet now; no I wasn't; an' if I was, too, what is
it to you?"

"Here, put that note in your pocket."

"Sorra bit, now," replied Jemmy, "to plaise you," gripping it tightly at
the same time as he spoke; "do you want to vex me again?"

"Put it in your pocket, sirra, unless you want me to break your head."

"Oh, he would," said Jemmy, looking with a knowing face of terror
towards Tom Booth and the Prophet,--"it's the weight of his cane I'd
get, sure enough--but it's an ould sayin' an' a true one, that when the
generosity's in, it must come out. There now, I've put it in my pocket
for you--an' I hope you'r