Conway Crawley, in a tone of great elation.

"I am sorry for it," said Judge Aubrey, coolly, "very sorry, Mr. Crawley; for as far as my black-letter Irish studies go, and if my memory does not wholly fail me, you have copied verbatim some extracts from the Pacata Hibernia of Robin Carew; and you have transmitted to government a faithful account of the insurrection, of the celebrated Florence Macarthy, in the reign of Queen Elizabeth."

A burst of laughter, in which all joined, save the Crawleys, followed this observation, while a voice in the distance cried out

"To be sure he has, sorrow lie there is in that."

The next moment, O'Leary, bustling through the crowd, his cotamore slung over his shoulder, his wig awry, and his ferule in his hand, presented himself

His ap

in the centre of the hall. pearance excited considerable amusement, for having bowed formally to Lady Dunore, with a tone of uncontrolable irritation, he turned upon young Crawley, exclaiming—

"I'll trouble you for my documents, Counsellor Con; my heads, and tails, and perorations; my notes, and minutes, and memories, for my genealogical history of the great Macarthy family, written in the Phoenician language, vulgo-vocato Irish. What call had you to them at all? Dioul! What right had you to break open my box, and I not in it, and to purloin my codices? And what dirty lucre did you expect by it, Counsellor? If it wasn't out of fear that I'd tell to the world that your ould grandfather, Paddy Crawley, took some of the property of the late Earl of Clancare, in trust for him during the painals, (penals) Sir,

and refused to restore it after the repail; which was the first step he got in the world : and troth, a dirty step it was. Now answer me that, Counsellor Con, before the English noblesse here present."

"I believe, Mr. Conway Crawley," said Judge Aubrey, significantly, "we may dismiss all these persons now."

Every body arose and came forward, good-naturedly amused with the consternation of him whose pretension and insolence had been equally entertaining and imposing a few minutes before. Old Crawley almost buried his head in his green bag; but Conway, though confused, still unsubdued, came forward, and addressing Lady Dunore, who was now laughing with Lord Frederick and Lady Georgina, he said, "I must request your lordship's attention and patience one minute more."

"Oh! by all means," said Lady

Dunore, fluttering back to her place. "I don't care in the least if this trial goes on for ever. I never was so agitated and so amused in all my life; now, pray all sit down. My dear Judge Aubrey, pray resume your seat."

"All that your ladyship has heard," continued Conway, "is mere invention, mere subterfuge.-Baron Boulter, better than any other, must be aware that it is so; since his lordship, as senior circuit judge, has granted a bench warrant to my father to take up the incognito Spanish priest, upon such information as his lordship certainly deemed sufficient."

"I certainly granted a warrant a few days back," said Baron Boulter, with a look of mortification, "on informations sworn by one Mr. James Bryan, who holds some place in Mr. Crawley's office, for the purpose of apprehending a very suspicious character; who, with

out any visible business, or means of livelihood, has for some time been lurking about this neighbourhood."

This confession produced a visible change in the opinion of all present; while an expression of half-suppressed emotion distorted the countenance of old Crawley; and he muttered, in acrimonious tone, to his son

“You have made a pretty kettle of fish of it, now. What the devil business had you to mention that stranger at all at all. Couldn't you let him go quietly on to jail. Troth, your janius will get you muzzled yet, great a scholar as you are, Counsellor Con."

The silence which Baron Boulter's confession had produced was now suddenly interrupted by a noise in the portico. The crowd which still lingered there gave way, with a spontaneous and respectful motion; and a person of singular and splendid appearance ad