drames, and routed out like a brute baist at

that unsaisonable hour.

May the curse of

Cromwell be upon ye!" she exclaimed, in a malediction that had probably reference to some of her dreams," may ye hear his trumpets, as I did five-and-thirty years agone, and see his big flag floating over the hill where ye were born, and the word 'Emanuel' written upon it in big letters of gowld sparkling in the sun, and his sowldiers setting fire to your cabin, and cutting down your father with their swords!" At this moment she recognized Reuben, who had no sooner stated his friendly intentions than the whole malignant character of her face vanished at once: she started up rapidly upon her knees, and with an expression of the most impassioned gratitude, ejaculated—“ Ah! whisht, now! is it the young master? Then God incrase ye! and the Lord send ye good luck! and the holy St. Patrick, and the blessed Virgin befrind ye, wherever ye go over the wide world; and may blessings fall upon your head as thick as the potato blossoms in Eliogurthy!"

Upon Reuben inquiring whether her wounded

arm would prevent her raising herself to the roof, she looked up at the aperture, exclaiming with a contemptuous smile, "Whisht! is it that same you mane?" when leaping up so as to catch hold of the rafters with one hand, she applied her feet to the side wall, and scrambled out upon the roof like a cat. Reuben followed, and they had no sooner reached the ground outside, than Charley danced round them with an asinine chuckle, crying out for the promised flask of Nantz. In compliance with his contract Reuben gave it him; the poor creature immediately poured the remainder of its contents down his throat; and when the constables came in the morning to claim their prisoner, they found Charley lying upon the floor of the cage in a state of complete intoxication. Upon recovering from its effects, he declared that he had liberated Norry Molloy for a flask of Nantz, a statement which appeared so probable, that no one ever dreamt of any other party being implicated in her escape; and the disappointed constables, after venting their wrath upon her liberator, retired to their respective habitations.

The rescued Irishwoman in the mean time, having received a supply of provisions from Reuben, to prevent the necessity of her emerging from her hiding-place in the day-time, concealed herself for the present in an old deserted tool-house upon Goldingham's grounds, meaning to seize the opportunity of the first dark night for stealing down to the sea-side, and endeavouring to obtain a passage to the opposite

coast.

CHAPTER VI.

My wanton Muse that whilom used to sing
Fair beauty's praise, and Venus' sweet delight,
Of late hath changed the tenor of her string
To higher tunes than serve for Cupid's fight:
Shrill trumpets' sound, sharp swords, and lances strong,
War, blood, and death are matter of my song.

SIR WALTER RALEIGH.

EMILY HARTFIELD, the Squire's sister, who loved him too affectionately to allow him to make any man his enemy if she could prevent it, had no sooner learnt the rude assault made upon their neighbour in his visit to the Rookthan she availed herself of Lady Crockatt's carriage and company to call at Goldingham Place, and apologize for her brother's conduct, which she attributed to the effects of wine, rather than to any intentional disrespect. While

ery,

she blushed up to the very top of her forehead, and became confused, from an apprehension that what she pleaded in extenuation of his offence was little calculated to exalt him in the opinion of so sober an auditor, she deprecated any further notice of the transaction with such a friendly and imploring earnestness in her manner, that Goldingham felt for her distress, and taking her by the hand, assured her he could refuse nothing to so kind-hearted and fair an ambassadress; adding, that he believed her brother's convivial and hospitable feelings had led him into the error, which he heartily forgave, and should be most happy to see him at Goldingham Place. Emily was all blushes and joy at the success of her little negociation, which she had no sooner brought to this happy issue, than Lady Crockatt began to open her Lazarhouse mouth, whence issued "convulsions, epilepsies, fierce catarrhs," and such an array of alarming and infectious complaints, which had chosen her body for their head-quarters, that if her statements had found credence, she ought to have been clapped into quarantine without