Ireland, called a Rule of Bail. Under the portico, with a table and some refreshments set before them, sat a few of the more sustantial tenants of the Dunore estate, who had just paid in their rents. In the front of the house were drawn up the mount Crawley legion, regaling the ears of this catholic multitude with the (alternately performed) tunes of " the protestant boys," and "croppies lie down:" the only tunes their military band, a fifer and drummer, had yet learned. A crowd of idle people stood a short distance outside a little gate, which opened on the lawn; and among these, the candidate tenant for Court Fitzadelm had placed himself out of the view of the great man of this characteristic Irish

scene.

Meantime, Jemmy Bryan, ci-devant driver, but now termed the right

*See note (1) at the end of the volume.

hand man of Mr. Crawley, was endeavouring to establish order among some persons, who, from curiosity, were led to examine the new scarlet frize jackets and worsted plumage of the legion more closely than was deemed respectful to the sacredness of their military calling. He was laying about his staff of office pretty actively, with "Quit,

quit, I say. Will yez let his honor get

a sight of his own legion, and he going to man-yeuvre them?"

Mr. Crawley now placed himself en evidence at his window, brandishing, not his sword, but his razor; and holding his nose obliquely with his left hand, he exclaimed authoritatively"Jemmy Brian, make an era for the legion to go through their involutions in. Rare rank, take close order: mighty well. Where are your regimental gaiters, Corporal Costello? Oh, now while I think of it, Sargeant Kelly, apropos to my corderoys, if you don't finish them the

night, I'll send to Dublin for a pair; and that's the way you sarve me for encouraging the manufactory of the country, Mr. Kelly."

"Plaze your honor, in regard of the New-Town Mount Crawley legion," said Sarjeant Kelly (a tailor by trade), stepping up with a military salute to the window, and in apologetic look, indicating that his new vocation had "raised his soul above buttons."

"Well, Mr. Sargeant Kelly, you must sarve the government first; but that's no raison nor rhyme either that I'm to want my small-clothes; and now fugle me those haroes through all them system of tictacs I sent you down from Lord Rosbrin in a castle frank last week, his own tictacs for the Kil-Rosbrin corps from the secatary's office."

"I shaul, your honor; that's eyes right and eyes left, Sir; and is eligant marchers at a quick step, plaze your honor, captain."

"Well then, Sarjeant Kelly, march me them through a little circuitous cut to Paddy Scanlan's potatoe ridge; but have a care of my meadow: do you mind, Sarjeant Kelly?"

"I shaul, Sir. Quick march,” cried the sergeant, while the protestant boys struck up, and the legion went shambling off in a contrary direction to that intended by Mr. Crawley, who, with that half of his face which was not covered with soap-suds, purple with rage, called

after them:

"Come back here, you scampering sons of guns! Halt, I say, don't you see my invisible fence there before your eyes, you buzzards, and goes headforemost rollicking over it? Halt, I say.”

Halt was now repeated by an hundred voices to the inattentive ears of the Mount Crawley heroes, who, stunned by the noise of the drum and fife, and delighted with their exhibition before their less consequential countrymen,

were deaf to the orders of their captaincommandant, and went, as he termed it, "rollicking on," till overtaken by Jemmy Bryan, who brought them back in confusion, while Mr. Crawley vociferated:

"Is it to Jericho ye are marching, ye shambling thieves, flopping over my hay?”

"No, plaze your honor," replied sergeant Kelly, "only to Ballydab, captain, to be ready against the 'ruction at the fair, Sir, to keep the king's pace, according to your honor's orders and the young sheriff's, Sir."

"And did I bid ye go without your new colours, worked for you on elegant orange silk by Miss Crawley, Sargeant Kelly ?"

"You did nat, plaze your honor."

“Then draw up in a square hollow, according to Lord Rosbrin's tictacs, under the virandow of her room, and she'll hand them out to yez. Order a