nally known;
and as a female cousin of hers--an orphan--had come to reside with them
until better times should arrive, it would be necessary to have some one
among the party who knew Mave sufficiently to make no mistake as to her
person. For this purpose he judiciously fixed upon Thomas Dalton, as the
most appropriate individual to execute this act of violence against the
very family who were likely to be the means of bringing his father to
a shameful death. This young man had not yet recovered the use of his
reason, so as to be considered sane. He still roved about as before,
sometimes joining the mobs, and leading them on to the outrage, and
sometimes sauntering in a solitary mood, without seeming altogether
conscious of what he did or said. To secure his co-operation was a
matter of little or difficulty, and the less so as he heard, with
infinite satisfaction, that Dalton was perpetually threatening every
description of vengeance against the Sullivans, about to be tried, and
very likely to suffer for the murder.

It was now the day but one previous to the commencement of the assizes,
and our readers will be kind enough to accompany us to the Grange,
or rather to the garden of the Grange, at the gate of which our
acquaintance Red Rody is knocking. He has knocked two or three times,
and sent, on each occasion, Hanlon, old Dick, young Dick, together with
all the component parts of the establishment, to a certain territory,
where, so far as its legitimate historians assure us, the coldness of
the climate has never been known to give any particular offence.

"I know he's inside, for didn't I see him goin' in--well, may all
the devils--hem--oh, good morrow, Charley--troth you'd make a good
messenger for death. I'm knocking here till I have lost the use of my
arm wid downright fatigue."

"Never mind, Rody, you'll recover it before you're twice married--come
in." They then entered. "Well, Rody, what's the news?"

"What the news, is it? Why then is anything in the shape of news--of
good news I mean--to be had in such a counthry as this? Troth it's a
shame for any one that has health an' limbs to remain in it. An' now
that you're answered, what's the news yourself, Charley? I hope that
the Drivership's safe at last, I thought I was to sleep at home in my
comfortable berth last--"

"Not now till afther the 'sizes, Rody."

"The master's goin' to them? bekaise I heard he wasn't able."

"He's goin', he says, happen what ma