“That if my name ever happens to be mentioned in connection with this business, I'll send the whole kit of you--hammers, budgets, and sothering-irons--to hell or Connaught; so think of this now, and goodnight.” “There goes as d----d vagabond,” said Ned, “as ever stretched hemp; and only that it's our own business to make the most use we can out of him, I didn't care the devil had him, for I don't like a bone in his skin.” “Why,” said Philip, “I see what he's at now. Sure enough he'll put the copin'-stone on Bryan. M'Mahon at any rate--that, an' if we can get the house and place out of him--an' what need we care?” “Send us to hell or Connaught,” said Kate; “well, that's not bad--ha! ha! ha!” “What are you neigherin' at?” said her husband; “and what set you a-caoklin' to his face a while ago?” She shook her head carelessly. “No matther,” she replied, “for a raison I had.” “Would you let me know your raison, if you plaise?” “If I plaise--ay, you did well to put that in, for I don't plaise to let you know any more about it. I laughed bekaise I liked to laugh; an' I hope one may do that 'ithout being brought over the coals about it. Go to bed, an' give me another glass o' whiskey, Ted--it always makes me sleep.” Ted had been for some minutes evidently ruminating. “He is a good boy,” said he; “but at any rate our hands is in the lion's mouth, an' its not our policy to vex him.” Hycy, on his way home, felt himself in better spirits than he had. been in for some time. The arrangement with young Clinton gave him considerable satisfaction, and he now resolved to lose as little time as possible in executing his own part of the contract. Clinton himself, who was a thoughtless young fellow, fond of pleasure, and with no great relish for business, was guided almost in everything by his knowing old uncle the gauger, on whom he and his sister depended, and who looked upon him as unfit for any kind of employment unless the management of a cheap farm, such as would necessarily draw his attention from habits of idleness and expense to those of application and industry. Being aware, from common report, that M'Mahon's extensive and improvable holding in Ahadarra was out of lease, he immediately set his heart upon it, but knew not exactly in what manner to accomplish his designs, in securing it if he could, without exposing himself to suspicion and a good deal of obloquy besides. Old Clinton was one of those sheer and hardened sinners who, without either scruple or remorse, yet think it worth while to keep as good terms with the world as they can, whilst at the same time they laugh and despise in their hearts all that is worthy of honor and respect in it. His nephew, however, had some positive good, and not a little of that light and reckless profligacy which is often mistaken for heart and spirit. Hycy and he, though not very long acquainted, were, at the present period of our narrative, on very intimate terms. They had,