the

young Lord, plaze your honor, the Marquis's brother, Sir ?"

"I am a young Lord, my friend, and a Marquis's brother; but not Lord Fitzadelm, if you mean that."

"It's what I mane shure enough, long life to your Lordship's honor. And is the Marchioness in it, Sir, if you plaze?"

Lord Frederick now gently drew forward. Lady Dunore, who from fits of crying was now convulsed with fits of laughter:

"This, gentlemen," he said, "is your liege chieftainess, the Marchioness of Dunore, the mother of your absent chief, and this fair lady," (drawing forward in her turn the still intimidated Lady Georgina) "is a noble Saxon dame, come among you to encourage your native manufactures. See, gentlemen, she wears an Irish tabinet pellisse! que voulez vous? Here too is the celebrated Mr. Pottenger, the Balthassar,

He

Castiglione, or complete courtier, of the Dublin Court, alias, the ta-astle. could make you a bow would astonish you, gentlemen, if he had but room. The delicate task now remains of speaking of myself. I am-I am very sorry for it-a young English lord of the pale, or, perhaps, more properly speaking, and as you must observe, a pale young English lord. I would have been Irish, gentlemen, if I had been consulted, but, c'est un affaire arrangé, and there's no more to be said on the subject. If you have any interest in a name, not purely Milesian, mine is Eversham, and I have the honour to be in the service of the Irish Lord-Lieutenant, who shortly means to visit this oppressed barony, to redress all your grievances, grant all your petitions, banish proctors, suppress tithes, to permit every man to distill his own poteen, and every woman to drink it;-that is, if she pleases: for liberty, gentlemen, liberty is to be the order of

the day; so, ERIN GO BRACH! Ireland for ever!"

"Erin go brach!" and "Ireland for ever!" now rent the air, with a thousand "long lives" and "successes” to his Lordship's honor, and the Marchioness of Dunore. For though not one word of Lord Frederick's mock address had been understood, even by those who could speak English, and they were the minority, yet the exquisite good humour and gaiety of the speaker had their due effects upon the spirits, alive to every impression of kindness and pleasantry. The joyousness, however, that beamed in every wild countenance, and betrayed itself in every forcible gesture, was soon dispelled; for the sound of a drum and fife was heard at a distance, and in a few minutes Mr. Crawley, accompanied by his sons, (the two elder and himself in full uniform), and riding at the head of the Dunore yeomanry cavalry, ap

proached the carriages at a gallop, scattering on every side the bare-footed crowd, which climbed up the mountain's acclivities, and left the captain-commandant and his troop in full possession of the field. They still, however, continued their route along the ridge of the hills, parallel to the cavalcade, where they rolled along like a mass of dark vapour, borne by the evening breeze.

"By Confucius," (exclaimed Lord Frederick, as the Crawleys and their troop approached), "here is the whole armed militia of the celestial empire, led on by the chief mandarin of the province, issuing forth to meet us on our imperial progress, with gongs beating, and colours flying. This is too much! c'est à mourir de rire !”

"It is altogether too delightful, too odd," said Lady Dunore, in an ecstasy, who, a few minutes before, with sobs of terror, had pronounced it, "too frightful,

too barbarous."

"Oh, my dear Mr. Crawley, how do you do? This is so very kind of you, so very attentive!" She gave him her hand, which he took off his hat to kiss, and turned aside her head, not to conceal her laugh, but to indulge it. She then recognized Mr. Conway Townsend Crawley, begged to be presented to his brothers, enquired with the utmost appearance of affection for Miss Crawley, spoke with vehemence of the warm feelings of the kind-hearted poor Irish, introduced the Crawleys to her travelling companions, and, meeting Lord Frederick's eye, who was alternately gazing on Mr. Crawley and his sons through his glass, was again seized with a violent fit of laughter, as suddenly checked by a speech from Mr. Crawley to some of the peasantry, who still lingered round the carriages.

"I suppose, my lads," he observed, by no means pleased with her ladyship's commendations of the warm-hearted