onster, in the promotion of which the worst principles of our
nature, still most active, are sure to experience the greatest glut of
low and gross gratification. Oh, if reason, virtue, and true religion,
were only as earnest and vigorous in extending their own cause, as
ignorance, persecution, and bigotry, how soon would society present a
different aspect! But, unfortunately, they cannot stoop to call in the
aid of tyranny, and cruelty, and bloodshed, nor of the thousand other
atrocious allies of falsehood and dishonesty, of which ignorance, craft,
and cruelty, never fail to avail themselves, and without which they
could not proceed successfully.

M'Cormick, having heard Rousin Redhead and his son utter such
sentiments, did not feel at all justified in admitting them to any
confidence with himself or Duffy. He accordingly replied with more of
adroitness than of candor to the savage sentiments they expressed.

"Faith, you're right, Rouser; he'd never have spunk, sure enough, to
carry off the Bodagh's daughter. But, in the mane time, who was spakin'
about her? Begor, if I thought he had the heart I'd--but he hasn't."

"I know he hasn't," said the Rouser.

"He's nothing but a white-livered dog," said Duffy.

"I thought, to tell you the truth," said M'Cormick, "that you might give
a guess as to the girl, but for the Bodagh's daughter, he has not the
mettle for that."

"If he had," replied the Rouser, "he might count upon Corney an' myself
as right-hand men. We all have a crow to pluck wid the dirty Bodagh,
an', be me zounds, it'll puzzle him to find a bag to hould the
feathers."

"One 'ud think he got enough," observed M'Cormick, "in the loss of his
haggard."

"But that didn't come from uz," said the Rouser; "we have our share to
give him yet, an' never fear hell get it. We'll taich him to abuse us,
an' set us at defiance, as he's constantly doin'."

"Well, Rouser," said M'Cormick, who now felt anxious to get rid of him,
"we'll be wishin' you a good night; we're goin' to have a while of a
_kailyeah_ (An evening conversational visit) up at my uncle's. Corney,
my boy, good night."

"Good night kindly, boys," replied the other, "an' __banaght lath any
how."

"Rouser, you divil," said the Dandy, calling after them, "will you an'
blessed Corney there, offer up a Patthernavy for my conversion, for I'm
sure that both your prayers will go far?"

Rousin Redhead and Corney responded to this with a loud laugh, and a
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