e satisfied. Devil a sich a tyrant in Europe,"
said he, loudly, "when he wishes--an' yet, after all," he added, in
a low, confidential voice, just loud enough for his master to
hear,--"where 'ud one get the like of him? Tom Booth, desire them to
fetch warm water to the study, till I dress his poor leg, and make him
fit for business."

"Here is Donnel Dhu," replied Booth, "waitin' for law business."

"Go to the windy, Donnel," said Jemmy, with an authoritative air; "go to
your ground; but before you do--let me know what you want."

"I'll do no such thing," replied the Prophet; "unless to say, that it's
a matter of life an' death."

"Go out," repeated Jemmy, with brief and determined authority, "an wait
till it's his honor's convanience, his full convanience, to see you. As
dark a rogue, sir," he continued, having shoved the Prophet outside, and
slapped the door in his face; "and as great a schamer as ever put a coat
on his back. He's as big a liar too, when he likes, as ever broke bread;
but there's far more danger in him when he tells the truth, for then you
may be sure he has some devil's design in view."

Dick-o'-the-Grange, though vulgar and eccentric, was by no means
deficient in shrewdness and common sense--neither was he, deliberately,
an unjust man; but, like too many in the world, he generally suffered
his prejudices and his interests to take the same side. Having had his
leg dressed, and been prepared by Jemmy for the business of the day, he
took his place, as usual, in the chair of justice, had the window thrown
open, and desired the Prophet to state the nature of his business.

The latter told him that the communication must be a private one, as it
involved a matter of deep importance, being no less than an affair of
life and death.

This startled the magistrate, who, with a kind of awkward embarrassment,
ordered, or rather requested Jemmy to withdraw, intimating that he would
be sent for, if his advice or opinion should be deemed necessary.

"No matther," replied Jemmy; "the loss will be your own; for sure I know
the nice hand you make of law when you're left to yourself. Only before
I go, mark my words;--there you stand, Donnel Dhu, an' I'm tellin' him
to be on his guard against you--don't put trust, plaise your honor, in
either his word or his oath--an' if he's bringin' a charge against any
one, give it in favor of his enemy, whoever he is. I hard that he was
wanst tried for robbery, an' I only won