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Suths bei bep laughing at the lubbers, no offence to your t and laat of Cork when it blows a hard gale, and has
I wouldn't spake trason, but ye 're a pretty set
boracal barock that I am aware of; and if there were
baur's honour, that talk of the Irish sailing
any time these three days, right into the south of the harbour! Why Mick's cutter couldn't do it , and if that can't the divil can't.
your it's more like to be a
d viseacres, ann't ye?"
"I protest there seems to be some reason in šis satement," said Goldingham, dropping his astol, and feeling considerably re-assured; “ but
e meaning of the firing and the rockets?" “ Arrah! the divil a halfporth can I tell ye; becase why—I know no more than te's son; but if what I was larning at Holland
s while agone is sartain sure,
with a profusion of thanks and blessings on her Teresa
to one ye 'll find the Duke of Monmouth at th head of it, and not any of the Papists out o Cork, God's blessing be on the top of them!”
This conjecture being confirmed by the arri val of a servant whom the Squire had detached to gather intelligence, Norry Molloy was libe rated, and told she might go about her business a permission of which she did not appear to be in any immediate hurry to avail herself, for she drew herself up, and looking reproachfully at Goldingham, exclaimed-“ After a body has been trated in this way, seized and carried clane off a la afore she could cry trapstick, is it your
honour 'ud send her about her business without a rap to drink your honour's health next her heart, or buy a dish of bacon and banes ?”—The party to whom this speech was addressed, was too much delighted at being freed from his terrors about a Popish plot, not to take the hint it conveyed : he slipped a handful of silver into Norry's palm, who curtsied out of the apartment
tongue, but an expression of contemptuous
had done with them. Methinks she might have
Der beste te need not have broken up our party in such a
mouth at nilioule on her features that betrayed her low
“Aha!" cried Goldingham, delivering himself
# recy different thing from a Popish plot, and
bury. What has become of Lady Crockatt?"
bad persuaded Timothy to harness the horses
for which she pretended to have his express
the horses should be returned the moment she
“ it was very considerate of her lady-
ofered me a seat in my own carriage."
Whoop! neighbour,” said the Squire, " the thought did occur to her, since she speciall charged Boulderson to apologize for not doing se as Cynthia, her spaniel, was now become so fa that there was hardly room for three.—Haugh Haugh !"
“ Confound her assurance !” said Goldingham 66 this is rare in one who thinks selfishness the besetting sin of the age, and thanks Heaven that she holds it in particular abomination."
The house was now gradually cleared of the remaining visitants, who took their departure with little feeling of apprehension, since it had been confirmed from several quarters that the rumoured invasion of the Papists was in truth a landing of the Duke of Monmouth, who came with a small array of men and arms to set him
up in opposition to King James. “ He can never succeed, he can never succeed,” said Goldingham to himself, as he paced his drawingroom, still bustling in his grotesque armour, although he had ventured to deposit his pistols, “ but there will be a terrible panic in London, and I must write to Charley Duncombe, the
Exchequer banker, to sell me a lot of tallies. she was They will be down again to fifty discount, as they were in the year seventy-two, when
our duty to support the Government in
; so we had better hurry to bed as soon as
, Reuben, this is much better than a
Popish plot, hem !"