villains I have described; or if you superciliously overlook this warning, book it down as a fact that admits of no negation, that you will be denuded of reputation, of honesty, and of any pecuniary contingencies that you may happen to possess. This is a sincere advice from “Your Anonymous Friend, “Patricius O'Finigan, Philomath.” After perusing this characteristic production, Hycy paused for a little, and felt it very probable that there might be some reasonable grounds for its production, although he could scarcely understand upon what motive these fellows should proceed to practice treachery towards him. That they were without principle or honesty he was perfectly satisfied; but he knew it was their interest to keep within bounds in all matters connected with their employment, He laughed very heartily at Finigan's blunder--for such it evidently was--in signing his name to a document that he intended to be anonymous. “At all events,” thought he, “I will ride over to his 'seminary,' as he calls it, and see what he can mean, or what his object is in sending me such a warning.” He accordingly did so, and in some twenty minutes reached a small cabin that stood about a couple of hundred yards from the high-road. A little bridle way led to it, as did several minor pathways, each radiating from a different direction. It was surrounded by four or five acres of common, where the children played from twelve to one, at which hour Mr. O'Finigan went to the house of some wealthy benefactor to dine. The little village of Ballydruthy, at a short distance from which it stood, was composed of a couple dozen dwelling-houses, a chapel, a small grocer's and publican's, together with a Pound at the entrance, through which ran a little stream necessary to enable the imprisoned cattle to drink. On riding up to the school, Hycy, as he approached the door, heard his own name repeated by at least two dozen voices. “Here's a gintleman, masther”--“It's Misther Hycy Burke, sir “--“It is, bedad, sir, Hycy the sportheen--” “Him that rides the race, masther”--“Ay, an' he has on top-boots and buckskins, an's as gran' as a gintleman--” “Silence!” said Finigan, “silence! I say; is this proper scholastic decorum in the presence of a stranger? Industry and taciturnity, you reptiles, or castigation shall result. Here, Paddy Sparable,” he added, rising up--“here, you nailroad, assume my office, and rule the establishment till I return; and, mark me, as the son of a nailer, sirra, I expect that you will rule them with a rod of iron--ha! ha! ha!” “Ay, but Paddy Pancake's here to-day, sir, an' he's able to welt me; so that's it's only leathered I'd get, sir, i' you plase.”