ve this to me, acushla, lave this to me--it's all I axe!"

"I couldn't, I couldn't--my heart is breakin'--it'll be sweet to
me--I'll think I'll be nearer him," and as he uttered these words the
tears flowed copiously down his cheeks.

His affectionate wife was touched with compassion, and immediately
resolved to let him have his way, whatever it might cost herself. "God
pity you," she said; "I'll give it up, I'll give it up, Fardorougha. Do
sleep where he slep'; I can't blame you, nor I don't; for sure it's only
a proof of how much you love him." She then bade him good--night, and,
with spirits dreadfully weighed down by this singular incident, withdrew
to her lonely pillow; for Connor's bed had been a single one, in which,
of course, two persons could not sleep together. Thus did these bereaved
parents retire to seek that rest which nothing but exhausted nature
seemed disposed to give them, until at length they fell asleep under the
double shadow of night and a calamity which filled their hearts with so
much distress and misery.

In the mean time, whatever these two families might have felt for
the sufferings of their respective children in consequence of Bartle
Flanagan's villainy, that plausible traitor had watched the departure of
his victim with a palpitating anxiety almost equal to what some unhappy
culprit, in the dock of a prison, would experience when the foreman of
his jury handed down the sentence which is either to hang or acquit him.
Up to the very moment on which the vessel sailed, his cruel but cowardly
heart was literally sick with the apprehension that Connor's mitigated
sentence might be still further commuted to a term of imprisonment.
Great, therefore, was his joy, and boundless his exultation on
satisfying himself that he was now perfectly safe in the crime he had
committed, and that his path was never to be crossed by him, whom,
of all men living, he had most feared and hated. The reader is not
to suppose, however, that by the ruin of Connor, and the revenge he
consequently had gained upon Fardorougha, the scope of his dark designs
was by any means accomplished. Far from it; the fact is, his measures
were only in a progressive state. In Nogher M'Cormick's last interview
with Connor, our readers will please to remember that a hint had been
thrown out by that attached old follower, of Flanagan's entertaining
certain guilty purposes involving nothing less than the abduction of
Una. Now, in justice e