Thady," says he,

"I've had enough of this; I'm smothering, and can't hear a word of all they're saying of the deceased.” "God bless you, and lie still and quiet," says I, "a bit longer, for my shister's afraid of ghosts, and would die on the spot with fright, was she to see you come to life all on a sudden this way without the least preparation." So he lays him still, though well nigh stifled, and I made all haste to tell the secret of the joke, whispering to one and t'other, and there was a great surprise, but not so great as we had laid out it would. "And aren't we to have the pipes and tobacco, after coming so far to-night?" said some; but they were all well enough pleased when his honour got up to drink with them, and sent for more spirits from a shebean-house,* where they very civilly let him have it upon credit. So the night passed off very merrily, but, to my mind, sir Condy was rather upon the sad order in the midst of it all, not finding there had been such a great talk about himself after his death as he had always expected to hear.

The next morning, when the house was cleared of them, and none but my shister and myself left in the kitchen with sir Condy, one opens the door and walks in, and who should it be but Judy M'Quirk herself! I forgot to notice, that she had been married long since, whilst young captain Moneygawl lived at the Lodge, to the captain's huntsman, who after a whilst

* Shebean-house, a hedge-alehouse. Shebean properly means weak small-beer, taplash.

listed and left her, and was killed in the wars. Poor Judy fell off greatly in her good looks after her being married a year or two; and being smoke-dried in the cabin, and neglecting herself like, it was hard for sir Condy himself to know her again till she spoke; but when she says, "It's Judy M'Quirk, please your honour, don't you remember her?" "Oh, Judy, is it you?" says his honour; "yes, sure, I remember you very well; but you're greatly altered, Judy." "Sure it's time for me," says she; "and I think your honour, since I seen you last,—but that's a great while ago,—is altered too." "And with reason, Judy," says sir Condy, fetching a sort of a "but how's this, Judy?" he goes on; sigh; 56 I take it a little amiss of you, that you were not at my wake last night." "Ah, don't be being jealous of that," says she; “I didn't hear a sentence of your honour's wake till it was all over, or it would have gone hard with me but I would have been at it sure; but I was forced to go ten miles up the country three days ago to a wedding of a relation of my own's, and didn't get home till after the wake was over; but," says she, "it won't be so, I hope, the next time,* please your honour." "That we shall see, Judy," says his honour, "and may be sooner than you think for, for I've been very unwell this while past, and

* At the coronation of one of our monarchs, the King complained of the confusion which happened in the procession. The great officer who presided told his majesty, "That it should not be so next time."

don't reckon any way I'm long for this world." At this, Judy takes up the corner of her apron, and puts it first to one eye and then to t'other, being to all appearance in great trouble; and my shister put in her word, and bid his honour have a good heart, for she was sure it was only the gout, that sir Patrick used to have flying about him, and that he ought to drink a glass or a bottle extraordinary to keep it out of his stomach; and he promised to take her advice, and sent out for more spirits immediately; and Judy made a sign to me, and I went over to the door to her, and she said, "I wonder to see sir Condy so low! has he heard the news?" "What news?" says I. "Didn't ye hear it, then?" says she; "my lady Rackrent that was is kilt and lying for dead, and I don't doubt but it's all over with her by this time.” "how was it?" "The

Mercy on us all," says I; jaunting car it was that ran away with her," says Judy. "I was coming home that same time from Biddy M'Guggin's marriage, and a great crowd of people too upon the road, coming from the fair of Crookaghnawaturgh, and I sees a jaunting car standing in the middle of the road, and with the two wheels off and all tattered. 'What's this?' says I.

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Didn't ye hear of it?' says they that were looking on; it's my lady Rackrent's car, that was running away from her husband, and the horse took fright at a carrion that lay across the road, and so ran away with the jaunting car, and my lady Rackrent and her maid screaming, and the horse ran with them against a car that was coming from the fair, with the

boy asleep on it, and the lady's petticoat hanging out of the jaunting car caught, and she was dragged I can't tell you how far upon the road, and it all broken up with the stones just going to be pounded, and one of the road-makers, with his sledge-hammer in his hand, stops the horse at the last; but my lady Rackrent was all kilt* and smashed, and they lifted her into a cabin hard by, and the maid was found after, where she had been thrown, in the gripe of the ditch, her cap and bonnet all full of bog water, and they say my lady can't live any way.' Thady, pray now is it true what I'm told for sartin, that sir Condy has made over all to your son Jason ?" "All,” says I. "All "All entirely?" says she again. entirely," says I. " Then," says she, "that's a great shame, but don't be telling Jason what I say." "And what is it you say?" cries sir Condy, leaning over betwixt us, which made Judy start greatly. " I know the time when Judy M'Quirk would never have stayed so long talking at the door, and I in the house." "Oh !" says Judy, "for shame, sir Condy;

*Kilt and smushed.-Our author is not here guilty of an anti-climax. The mere English reader, from a similarity of sound between the words kilt and killed, might be induced to suppose that their meanings are similar, yet they are not by any means in Ireland synonymous terms. Thus you may hear a man exclaim, "I'm kilt and murdered!" but he frequently means only that he has received a black eye, or a slight contusion.-I'm kilt all over means that he is in a worse state than being simply kilt. Thus, I'm kilt with the cold is nothing to I'm kill all over with the rheumatism.

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times are altered since then, and it's my lady Rackrent you ought to be thinking of." "And why should I be thinking of her, that's not thinking of me now ·?”. says sir Condy. "No matter for that," says Judy, very properly; "it's time you should be thinking of her, if ever you mean to do it all, for don't you know she's lying for death?" My lady Rackrent!" says sir Condy, in a surprise; "why it's but two days since we parted, as you very well know, Thady, in her full health and spirits, and she and her maid along with her going to Mount Juliet's town on her jaunting car.” "She'll never ride no more on her jaunting car," said Judy, "for it has been the death of her, sure enough." "And is she dead, then?" says his honour. "As good "As good as dead, I hear," says Judy; "but there's Thady here has just learnt the whole truth of the story as I had it, and it is fitter he or any body else should be telling it you than I, sir Condy: I must be going home to the childer." But he stops her, but rather from civility in him, as I could see very plainly, than any thing else, for Judy was, as his honour remarked at her first coming in, greatly changed, and little likely, as far as I could see-though she did not seem to be clear of it herself-little likely to be my lady Rackrent now, should there be a second toss-up to be made. But I told him the whole story out of the face, just as Judy had told it to me, and he sent off a messenger with his compliments to Mount Juliet's town that evening, to learn the truth of the report, and Judy bid the boy that was going call in at Tim