the old squire and cummiskey lost little time in getting over the ground to the town of sligo, and, in order to reach it the more quickly, they took a short cut by the old road which we have described at the beginning of this narrative. on arriving at that part of it from which they could view the spot where reilly rescued them from the murderous violence of the red rapparee, cummiskey pointed to it.

“does your honor remember that place, where you see the ould buildin'?”

“yes, i think so. is not that the place where the cursed rapparee attacked us?”

“it is, sir; and where poor reilly saved both our lives; and yet your honor is goin' to hang him.”

“you know nothing about it, you old blockhead. it was all a plan got up by reilly and the rapparee for the purpose of getting introduced to my daughter, for his own base and selfish purposes. yes, i'll hang him certainly—no doubt of that.”

“well, sir,” replied cummiskey, “it's one comfort that he won't hang by himself.”

“no,” said the other, “he and the rapparee will stretch the same rope.”

“the rapparee! faith, sir, hell have worse company.”

“what do you mean, sirra?”

“why, sir robert whitecraft, sir; he always had gallows written in his face; but, upon my soul, he'll soon have it about his neck, please god.”

“faith, i'm afraid you are not far from the truth, cummiskey,” replied his master; “however, i am going to make arrangements with him, to see what can be done for the unfortunate man.”

“if you'll take my advice, sir, you'll have nothing to do with him. keep your hand out o' the pot; there's no man can skim boiling lead with his hand and not burn his fingers—but a tinker.”

“don't be saucy, you old dog; but ride on, for i must put black tom to his speed.”

on arriving at the prison, the squire found sir robert pent up in a miserable cell, with a table screwed to the floor, a pallet bed, and a deal form. perhaps his comfort might have been improved through the medium of his purse, were it not that the prison board had held a meeting that very day, subsequent to his committal, in which, with some dissentients, they considered it their duty to warn the jailer against granting him any indulgence beyond what he was entitled to as a felon, and this under pain of their earnest displeasure.

when the squire entered he found the melancholy baronet and priest-hunter sitting upon the hard form, his head hanging down upon his breast, or, indeed, we might say much farther; for, in consequence of the almost unnatural length of his neck, it appeared on that occasion to be growing out of the middle of his body, or of that fleshless vertebral column which passed for one.

“well, baronet,” exclaimed folliard pretty loudly, “here's an exchange! from the altar to the halter; from the matrimonial noose to honest jack ketch's—and a devilish good escape it would be to many unfortunate wretches in this same world.”

“oh, mr. folliard,” said the baronet, “is not this miserable? what will become of me?”

“now, i tell you what, whitecraft, i am come to speak to you upon your position; but before i go farther, let me say a word or two to make you repent, if possible, for what you have done to others.”

“for what i have done, mr. folliard! why should i not repent, when i find i am to be hanged for it?”

“oh, hanged you will be, there is no doubt of that; but now consider a little; here you are with a brown loaf, and—is that water in the jug?”

“it is.”

“very well; here you are, hard and fast, you who were accustomed to luxuries, to the richest meats, and the richest wines—here you are with a brown loaf, a jug of water, and the gallows before you! however, if you wish to repent truly and sincerely, reflect upon the numbers that you and your bloodhounds have consigned to places like this, and sent from this to the gibbet, while you were rioting in luxury and triumph. good god, sir, hold up your head, and be a man. what if you are hanged? many a better man was. hold up your head, i say.”

“i can't, my dear folliard; it won't stay up for me.”

“egad! and you'll soon get a receipt for holding it up. why the mischief can't you have spunk?”

“spunk; how the deuce could you expect spunk from any man in my condition? it is difficult to understand you, mr. folliard; you told me a minute ago to repent, and now you tell me to have spunk; pray what do you mean by that?”

“why, confound it, i mean that you should repent with spunk. however, let us come to more important matters; what can be done for you?”

“i know not; i am incapable of thinking on any thing but that damned gallows without; yet i should wish to make my will.”

“your will! why, i think you have lost your senses; don't you know that when you're hanged every shilling and acre you are possessed of will be forfeited to the crown?”

“true,” replied the other, “i had forgotten that. could hastings be induced to decline prosecuting?”

“what! to compromise a felony, and be transported himself. thank you for nothing baronet; that's rather a blue look up. no, our only plan is to try and influence the grand jury to throw out the bills; but then, again, there are indictments against you to no end. hastings' case is only a single one, and, even if he failed, it would not better your condition a whit. under the late administration we could have saved you by getting a packed jury; but that's out of the question now. all we can do, i think, is to get up a memorial strongly signed, supplicating the lord lieutenant to commute your sentence from hanging to transportation for life. i must confess, however, there is little hope even there. they will come down with their cursed reasoning and tell us that the rank and education of the offender only aggravate the offence; and that, if they allow a man so convicted to escape, in consequence of his high position in life, every humble man found guilty and executed for the same crime—is murdered. they will tell us it would be a prostitution of the prerogative of the crown to connive at crime in the rich and punish it in the poor. and, again, there's the devil of it; your beggarly want of hospitality in the first place, and the cursed swaggering severity with which you carried out your loyalty, by making unexpected domiciliary visits to the houses of loyal but humane protestant families, with the expectation of finding a priest or a papist under their protection: both these, i say, have made you the most unpopular man in the county; and, upon my soul, sir robert, i don't think there will be a man upon the grand jury whose family you have not insulted by your inveterate loyalty. no one, i tell! you, likes a persecutor. still, i say, i'll try what i can do with the grand jury. i'll see my friends and yours—if you have any now; make out a list of them in a day or two—and you may rest assured that i will leave nothing undone to extricate you.”

“thank you, mr. folliard; but do you know why i am here?”

“to be sure i do.”

“no, you don't, sir. william reilly, the jesuit and papist, is the cause of it, and will be the cause of my utter ruin and ignominious death.”

“how is that? make it plain to me; only make that plain to me.”

“he is the bosom friend of hastings, and can sway him and move him and manage him as a father would a child, or, rather, as a child would a doting father. reilly, sir, is at the bottom of this, his great object always having been to prevent a marriage between me and your beautiful daughter; i, who, after all, have done so much for protestantism, am the victim of that jesuit and papist.”

this vindictive suggestion took at once, and the impetuous old squire started as if a new light had been let in upon his mind. we call him impetuous, because, if he had reflected only for a moment upon the diabolical persecution, both in person and property, which reilly had sustained at the baronet's hands, he ought not to have blamed him had! he shot the scoundrel as if he had been one of the most rabid dogs that ever ran frothing across a country. we say the suggestion, poisoned as it was by the most specious falsehood, failed not to accomplish the villain's object.

folliard grasped him by the hand. “never-mind,” said he; “keep yourself quiet, and leave reilly to me; i have him,that's enough.”

“no,” replied the baronet, “it is not enough, because i know what will happen: miss folliard's influence over you is a proverb; now she will cajole and flatter and beguile you until she prevails upon you to let the treacherous jesuit slip through your fingers, and then he will get off to the continent, and laugh at you all, after having taken her with him; for there is nothing more certain, if he escapes death through your indulgence, than that you will, in the course of a few years, find yourself grandfather to a brood of young papists; and when i say papists, need i add rebels?”

“come,” replied the hot-headed old man, “don't insult me; i am master of my own house, and, well as i love my daughter, i would not for a moment suffer her to interfere in a public matter of this or any other kind. now good-by; keep your spirits up, and if you are to die, why die like a man.”

they then separated; and as folliard was passing through the hatch, he called the jailer into his own office, and strove to prevail upon him, not ineffectually, to smuggle in some wine and other comforts to the baronet. the man told him that he would with pleasure do so if he dared; but that the caution against it which he had got that very day from the board rendered the thing impossible. ere the squire left him, however, his scruples were overcome, and the baronet, before he went to bed that night, had a rost duck for supper, with two bottles of excellent claret to wash it down and lull his conscience into slumber.

“confound it,” the squire soliloquized, on their way home, “i am as stupid as whitecraft himself, who was never stupid until now; there have i been with him in that cursed dungeon, and neither of us ever thought of taking measures for his defence. why, he must have the best lawyers at the bar, and fee them like princes. gad! i have a great notion to ride back and speak to him on the subject; he's in such a confounded trepidation about his life that he can think of nothing else. no matter, i shall write to him by a special messenger early in the morning. it would be a cursed slap in the face to have one of our leading men hanged—only, after all, for carrying out the wishes of an anti-papist government, who connived at his conduct, and encouraged him in it. i know he expected a coronet, and i have no doubt but he'd have got one had his party remained in; but now all the unfortunate devil is likely to get is a rope—and be hanged to them! however, as to my own case about reilly—i must secure a strong bar against him; and if we can only prevail upon helen to state the facts as they occurred, there is little doubt that he shall suffer; for hang he must, in consequence of the disgrace he has brought upon my daughter's name and mine. whatever i might have forgiven, i will never forgive him that.”

he then rode on at a rapid pace, and did not slacken his speed until he reached home. dinner was ready, and he sat down with none but helen, who could scarcely touch a morsel. her father saw at once the state of her mind, and felt that it would be injudicious to introduce any subject that might be calculated to excite her. they accordingly talked upon commonplace topics, and each assumed as much cheerfulness, and more than they could command. it was a miserable sight, when properly understood, to see the father and daughter forced, by the painful peculiarity of their circumstances, thus to conceal their natural sentiments from each other. love, however, is often a disturber of families, as in the case of reilly and cooleen bawn; and so is an avaricious ambition, when united to a selfish and a sensual attachment, as in the case of whitecraft.

it is unnecessary now, and it would be only tedious, to dwell upon the energetic preparations that were made for the three approaching trials. public rumor had taken them up and sent them abroad throughout the greater portion of the kingdom. the three culprits were notorious—sir robert whitecraft, the priest-hunter and prosecutor; the notorious red rapparee, whose exploits had been commemorated in a thousand ballads; and “willy reilly,” whose love for the far-famed cooleen bawn, together with her unconquerable passion for him, had been known throughout the empire. in fact, the interest which the public felt in the result of the approaching trials was intense, not only in ireland, but throughout england and scotland, where the circumstances connected with them were borne on the wings of the press. love, however, especially the romance of it—and here were not only romance but reality enough—love, we say, overcomes all collateral interests—and the history of the loves of willy reilly and his “dear cooleen bawn” even then touched the hearts of thousands, and moistened many a young eye for his calamities and early fate, and the sorrows of his cooleen bawn.

helen's father, inspired by the devilish suggestions of whitecraft, now kept aloof from her as much as he could with decency do. he knew his own weakness, and felt that if he suffered her to gain that portion of his society to which she had been accustomed, his resolution might break down, and the very result prognosticated by whitecraft might be brought about. indeed his time was so little his own, between his activity in defence of that villain and his energetic operations for the prosecution of reilly, that he had not much to spare her, except at meals. it was not, however, through himself that he wished to win her over to prosecute reilly. no; he felt his difficulty, and knew that he could not attempt to influence her with a good grace, or any force of argument. he resolved, therefore, to set his attorney to work, who, as he understood all the quirks and intricacy of the law, might be able to puzzle her into compliance. this gentleman, however, who possessed at once a rapacious heart and a stupid head, might have fleeced half the country had the one been upon a par with the other. he was, besides, in his own estimation, a lady-killer, and knew not how these interviews with the fair cooleen bawn might end. he, at all events, was a sound protestant, and if it were often said that you might as well ask a highlander for a knee-buckle as an attorney for religion, he could conscientiously fall back upon the fact that political protestantism and religion were very different things—for an attorney.

instructed by folliard, he accordingly waited upon her professionally, in her father's study, during his absence, and opened his case as follows:

“i have called upon you, miss folliard, by the direction of your father, professionally, and indeed i thank my stars that any professional business should give me an opportunity of admiring so far-famed a beauty.”

“are you not mr. doldrum,” she asked, “the celebrated attorney?”

“doldrum is certainly my name, my lovely client.”

“well, mr. doldrum, i think i have heard of you; but permit me to say that before you make love, as you seem about to do, i think it better you should mention your professional business.”

“it is very simple, miss folliard; just to know whether you have any objection to appearing as an evidence against—he—hem—against mr. reilly.”

“oh, then your business and time with me will be very brief, mr. doldrum. it is my intention to see justice done, and for that purpose i shall attend the trial, and if i find that my evidence will be necessary, i assure you i shall give it. but, mr. doldrum, one word with you before you go.”

“a hundred—a thousand, my dear lady.”

“it is this: i beg as a personal favor that you will use your great influence with my father to prevent him from talking to me on this subject until the day of trial comes. by being kind enough to do this you will save me from much anxiety and annoyance.”

“i pledge you my honor, madam, that your wishes shall be complied with to the letter, as far, at least, as any influence of mine can accomplish them.”

“thank you, sir; i wish you a good-morning.”

“good-morning, madam; it shall not be my fault if you are harassed upon this most painful subject; and i pledge you my reputation that i never contributed to hang a man in my life with more regret than i experience in this unfortunate case.”

it is quite a common thing to find vanity and stupidity united in the same individual, as they were in mr. doldrum. he was mr. folliard's country attorney, and, in consequence of his strong protestant politics, was engaged as the law agent of his property; and for the same reason—that is, because he was a violent, he was considered a very able man.

there is a class of men in the world who, when they once engage in a pursuit or an act of any importance, will persist in working it out, rather than be supposed, by relinquishing it, when they discover themselves wrong, to cast an imputation on their own judgments. to such a class belonged mr. folliard, who never, in point of fact, acted upon any fixed or distinct principle whatsoever; yet if he once took a matter into his head, under the influence of caprice or impulse, no man could evince more obstinacy or perseverance, apart from all its justice or moral associations, so long, at least, as that caprice or impulse lasted. the reader may have perceived from his dialogue with helen, on the morning appointed for her marriage with whitecraft, that the worthy baronet, had he made appearance, stood a strong chance of being sent about his business as rank a bachelor as he had come. and yet, because he was cunning enough to make the hot-brained and credulous old man believe that reilly was at the bottom of the plan for his destruction, and hastings only the passive agent in his hands; we say, because he succeeded in making this impression, which he knew to be deliberately false, upon his plastic nature, he, folliard, worked himself up into a vindictive bitterness peculiar to little minds, as well as a fixed determination that reilly should die; not by any means so much because he took away his daughter as that his death might be marked in this conflict of parties as a set-off against that of whitecraft.

in the meantime he and helen entertained each a different apprehension; he dreaded that she might exercise her influence over him for the purpose of softening him against reilly, whom, if he had suffered himself to analyze his own heart, he would have found there in the shape of something very like a favorite. helen, on the contrary, knew that she was expected to attend the trial, in order to give evidence against her lover; and she lived for a few days after his committal under the constant dread that her father would persecute her with endless arguments to induce her attendance at the assizes. such, besides, was her love of truth and candor, and her hatred of dissimulation in every shape, that, if either her father or the attorney had asked her, in explicit terms, what the tendency of her evidence was to be, she would at once have satisfied them that it should be in favor of her lover. in the meantime she felt that, as they did not press her on this point, it would have been madness to volunteer a disclosure of a matter so important to the vindication of reilly's conduct. to this we may add her intimate knowledge of her father's whimsical character and unsteadiness of purpose. she was not ignorant that, even if he were absolutely aware that the tenor of her evidence was to go against reilly, his mind might change so decidedly as to call upon her to give evidence in his defence. under these circumstances she acted with singular prudence, in never alluding to a topic of such difficulty, and which involved a contingency that might affect her lover in a double sense.

her father's conduct, however, on this occasion, saved them both a vast deal of trouble and annoyance, and the consequence was that they met as seldom as possible. in addition to this, we may state that doldrum communicated the successful result of his interview with miss folliard—her willingness to attend the trial and see justice done, upon condition that she should not have the subject obtruded on her, either by her father or any one else, until the appointed day should arrive, when she would punctually attend. in this state were the relative positions and feelings of father and daughter about a month before the opening of the assizes.

in the meantime the squire set himself to work for the baronet. the ablest lawyers were obtained, but whitecraft most positively objected to folliard's proposal of engaging doldrum as his attorney; he knew the stupidity and ignorance of the man, and would have nothing to do with him as the conductor of his case. his own attorney, mr. sharply, was engaged; and indeed his selection of a keen and able man such as he was did credit both to his sagacity and foresight.

considering the state of the country at that particular period, the matter began to assume a most important aspect, a portion of the protestant party, by which we mean those who had sanctioned all whitecraft's brutal and murderous excesses, called every energy and exertion into work, in order to defeat the government and protect the leading man of their own clique. on the other hand, there was the government, firm and decided, by the just operation of the laws, to make an example of the man who had not only availed himself of those laws when they were with him, but who scrupled not to set them aside when they were against him, and to force his bloodthirsty instincts upon his own responsibility. the government, however, were not without large and active support from those liberal protestants, who had been disgusted and sickened by the irresponsible outrages of such persecutors as whitecraft and smellpriest. upon those men the new government relied, and relied with safety. the country was in a tumult, the bigoted party threatened an insurrection; and they did so, not because they felt themselves in a position to effect it, but in order to alarm and intimidate the government. on the other hand, the catholics, who had given decided proofs of their loyalty by refusing to join the pretender, now expressed their determination to support the government if an outbreak among that section of the protestant party to which we have just alluded should take place.

but perhaps the real cause of the conduct of the government might be traced to whitecraft's outrage upon a french subject in the person of the abbe ———. the matter, as we have stated, was seriously taken up by the french ambassador, in the name, and by the most positive instructions, of his court. the villain whitecraft, in consequence of that wanton and unjustifiable act, went far to involve the two nations in a bitter and bloody war. england was every day under the apprehension of a french invasion, which, of course, she dreaded; something must be done to satisfy the french court. perhaps, had it not been for this, the general outrages committed upon the unfortunate catholics of ireland would never have become the subject of a detailed investigation. an investigation, however, took place, by which a system of the most incredible persecution was discovered, and a milder administration of the laws was found judicious, in order to conciliate the catholic party, and prevent them from embracing the cause of the pretender. at all events, what between the necessity of satisfying the claims of the french government, and in apprehension of a catholic defection, the great and principal criminal was selected for punishment. the irish government, however, who were already prepared with their charges, found themselves already anticipated by mr. hastings, a fact which enabled them to lie on their oars and await the result.

such was the state and condition of affairs as the assizes were within ten days of opening.

one evening about this time the old squire, who never remained long in the same mode of feeling, sent for his daughter to the dining-room, where he was engaged at his burgundy. the poor girl feared that he was about to introduce the painful subject which she dreaded so much—that is to say, the necessity of giving her evidence against reilly, after some conversation, however, she was relieved, for he did not allude to it; but he did to the fate of reilly himself, the very subject which was wringing her heart with agony.

“helen,” said he, “i have been thinking of reilly's affair, and it strikes me that he may be saved, and become your husband still; because, you know, that if whitecraft was acquitted, now that he has been publicly disgraced, i'd see the devil picking his bones—and very hard picking he'd find them—before i'd give you to him as a wife.”

“thank you, my dear papa; but let me ask why it is that you are so active in stirring up his party to defend such a man?”

“foolish girl,” he replied; “it is not the man, but the cause and principle, we defend.”

“what, papa, the cause! bloodshed and persecution! i believe you to be possessed of a humane heart, papa; but, notwithstanding his character and his crimes, i do not wish the unfortunate man to be struck into the grave without repentance.”

“repentance, helen! how the deuce could a man feel repentance who does not believe the christian religion?”

“but then, sir, has he not the reputation of being a sound and leading protestant?”

“oh, hang his reputation; it is not of him i wish to speak to you, but reilly.”

helen's heart beat rapidly and thickly, but she spoke not.

“yes,” said he, “i have a project in my head that i think may save reilly.”

“pray, what is it, may i ask, papa?”

“no, you may not; but to-morrow i will give him an early call, and let you know how i succeed, after my return to dinner; yes, i will tell you after dinner. but listen, helen, it is the opinion of the baronet's friends that they will be able to save him.”

“i hope they may, sir; i should not wish to see any fellow-creature brought to an ignominious death in the midst of his offences, and in the prime of life.”

“but, on the contrary, if he swings, we are bound to sacrifice one of the papist party for him, and reilly is the man. now don't look so pale, helen—don't look as if death was settled in your face; his fate may be avoided; but ask me nothing—the project's my own, and i will communicate it to no one until after i shall have ascertained whether i fail in it or not.”

“i trust, sir, it will be nothing that will involve him in anything dishonorable; but why do i ask? he is incapable of that.”

“well, well, leave the matter in my hand; and now, upon the strength of my project, i'll take another bumper of burgundy, and drink to its success.”

helen pleaded some cause for withdrawing, as she entertained an apprehension that he might introduce the topic which she most dreaded—that of her duty to give evidence against reilly. when she was gone he began to ponder over several subjects connected with the principal characters of this narrative until he became drowsy, during which period halters, gibbets, gallowses, hangmen, and judges jumbled each other alternately through his fancy, until he fell fast asleep in his easy-chair.