the next morning he and cummiskey started for sligo, and, as usual, when they reached the jail the turnkey was about to conduct the squire to sir robert's room, when the former turned and said:

“i wish to see mr. reilly; lead me to his cell.”

“reilly, sir!” exclaimed the man in astonishment. “are you sure, sir, it's not sir robert whitecraft you want?”

“are you sure, sir, that it's not a cut of my whip about the ears you want? conduct me to where reilly is, you rascal; do you pretend to know the individual i wish to see better than i do myself? push along, sirra.”

the turnkey accordingly conducted him to reilly's cell, which, considerably to his surprise, was a much more comfortable one than had been assigned to the baronet. when they had reached the corridor in which it was situated, folliard said, “knock at the door, and when he appears tell him that i wish to see him.”

“i will, your honor.”

“say i won't detain him long.”

“i will, your honor.”

“hang your honor, go and do what i desire you.”

“i will, your honor.”

reilly's astonishment was beyond belief on learning that his vindictive prosecutor had called upon him; but on more mature reflection, and comparing what had happened before with the only motive which he could assign for such a visit, he felt pretty certain that the squire came to revive, in his own person, a subject which he had before proposed to him through his daughter. there was no other earthly object to which he could attribute his visit; but of course he made up his mind to receive him with every courtesy. at length folliard entered, and, before reilly had time to utter a syllable, commenced:

“reilly,” said he, “you are astonished to see me here?”

“i am, sir,” replied reilly, “very much.”

“yes, i thought you would; and very few persons, except myself, would come upon such an errand to the man that has disgraced my daughter, myself, and my family; you have stained our name, sir—a name that was never associated with any thing but honor and purity until you came among us.”

“if you have paid me this visit, sir, only for the purpose of uttering language which you know must be very painful to me, i would rather you had declined to call upon me at all. i perceive no object you can have in it, unless to gratify a feeling of enmity on your part, and excite one of sorrow on mine. i say sorrow, because, on considering our relative positions, and knowing the impetuosity of your temper, i am sorry to see you here; it is scarcely generous in you to come, for the purpose of indulging in a poor, and what, after all, may be an equivocal and premature triumph over a man whose love for your daughter, you must know, will seal his lips against the expression of one offensive word towards you.”

“but how, let me ask, sir, do you know what brought me here? i didn't come to scold you, nor to triumph over you; and i have already said the worst i shall say. i know very well that you and whitecraft will be hanged, probably from the same rope too, but, in the meantime, i would save you both if i could. i fear indeed that to save him is out of the question, because it appears that there's a cart-load of indictments against him.”

“how could you doubt it, sir, when you know the incredible extent of his villany, both private and public? and yet this is the man to whom you would have married your daughter!”

“no; when i found helen reduced to such a state the morning on which they were to be married, i told her at once that as she felt so bitterly against him i would never suffer him to become her husband. neither will i; if he were acquitted tomorrow i would tell him so; but you, reilly, love my daughter for her own sake.”

“for her own sake, sir, as you have said, i love her. if she had millions, it could not increase my affection, and if she had not a penny, it would not diminish it.”

“well, but you can have her if you wish, notwithstanding.”

reilly first looked at him with amazement; but he was so thoroughly acquainted with his character, both from what he had seen and heard of it, that his amazement passed away, and he simply replied:

“pray how, sir?”

“why, i'll tell you what, reilly; except with respect to political principles, i don't think, after all, that there's the difference of a a rush between the papist and the protestant churches, as mere religions. my own opinion is, that there's neither of them any great shakes, as to any effect they have on society, unless to disturb it. i have known as good papists as ever i did protestants, and indeed i don't know why a papist should not be as good a man as a protestant; nor why a protestant should not be as good a man as a papist, on the other hand. now, do you see what i'm driving at?”

“well, i can't exactly say that i do,” replied reilly.

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“then the upshot of the argument is this, that there is not a toss-up between them, and any man getting into a scrape, and who could get out of it by changing from one to the other—of course i mean from popery to protestantism—would prove himself a man of good sound sense, and above the prejudices of the world.”

the truth is, reilly saw ere this what folliard was approaching, and, as he determined to allow him full scope, his reply was brief:

“you seem fond of indulging in speculation, sir,” replied reilly, with a smile; “but i should be glad to know why you introduce this subject to me?”

“to you?” replied folliard; “why, who the devil else should or could i introduce it to with such propriety? here now are two religions; one's not sixpence better nor worse than the other. now, you belong to one of them, and because you do you're here snug and fast. i say, then, i have a proposal to make to you: you are yourself in a difficulty—you have placed me in a difficulty—and you have placed poor helen in a difficulty—which, if any thing happens you, i think will break her heart, poor child. now you can take her, yourself, and me, out of all our difficulties, if you have only sense enough to shove over from the old p—— to the young p——. as a protestant, you can marry helen, reilly—but as a papist, never! and you know the rest; for if you are obstinate, and blind to your own interests, i must do my duty.”

“will you allow me to ask, sir, whether miss folliard is aware of this mission of yours to me?”

“she aware! she never dreamt of it; but i have promised to tell her the result after dinner to-day.”

“well, sir,” replied reilly, “will you allow me to state to you a few facts?”

“certainly; go on.”

“in the first place, then, such is your daughter's high and exquisite sense of integrity and honor that, if i consented to the terms you propose, she would reject me with indignation and scorn, as she ought to do. there, then, is your project for accomplishing my selfish and dishonest apostacy given to the winds. your daughter, sir, is too pure in all her moral feelings, and too noble-minded, to take to her arms a renegade husband—a renegade, too, not from conviction, but from selfish and mercenary purposes.”

“confound the thing, this is but splitting hairs, reilly, and talking big for effect. speak, however, for yourself; as for helen, i know very well that, in spite of your heroics and her's, she'd be devilish glad you'd become a protestant and marry her.”

“i am sorry to say, sir, that you don't know your own daughter; but as for me, mr. folliard, if one word of your's, or of her's, could place me on the british throne, i would not abandon my religion. under no circumstances would i abandon it; but least of all, now that it is so barbarously persecuted by its enemies. this, sir, is my final determination.”

“but do you know the alternative?”

“no, sir, nor do you.”

“don't i, faith? why, the alternative is simply this—either marriage or hanging!”

“be it so; in that case i will die like a man of honor and a true christian and catholic, as i hope i am.”

“as a true fool, reilly—as a true fool. i took this step privately, out of respect for your character. see how many of your creed become protestants for the sake of mere property; think how many of them join our church for the purpose of ousting their own fathers and relatives from their estates; and what is it all, on their parts, but the consequence of an enlightened judgment that shows them the errors of their old creed, and the truth of ours? i think, reilly, you are loose about the brains.”

“that may be, sir, but you will never find me loose about my principles.”

“are you aware, sir, that helen is to appear against you as an evidence?”

“no, sir, i am not, neither do i believe it. but now, sir, i beg you to terminate this useless and unpleasant interview. i can look into my own conscience with satisfaction, and am prepared for the worst. if the scaffold is to be my fate, i cannot but remember that many a noble spirit has closed the cares of an unhappy life upon it. i wish you good-day, mr. folliard.”

“by the boyne! you are the most obstinate blockhead that ever lived; but i've done; i did all in my power to save you—yet to no purpose. upon my soul, i'll come to your execution.”

“and if you do, you will see me die like a man and a gentleman; may i humbly add, like a christian!”

the squire, on his way home, kept up a long, low whistle, broken only by occasional soliloquies, in which reilly's want of common-sense, and neglect not only of his temporal interests, but of his life itself, were the prevailing sentiments. he regretted his want of success, which he imputed altogether to reilly's obstinacy, instead of his integrity, firmness, and honor.

this train of reflection threw him into one of those capricious fits of resentment so peculiar to his unsteady temper, and as he went along he kept lashing himself up into a red heat of indignation and vengeance against that unfortunate gentleman. after dinner that day he felt somewhat puzzled as to whether he ought to communicate to his daughter the result of his interview with reilly or not. upon consideration, however, he deemed it more prudent to avoid the subject altogether, for he felt apprehensive that, however she might approve of her lover's conduct, the knowledge of his fate, which depended on it, would only plunge her into deeper distress. the evening consequently passed without any allusion to the subject, unless a peculiar tendency to melody, on his part, might be taken to mean something; to this we might add short abrupt ejaculations unconsciously uttered—such as—“whew, whew, whew—o—whew—o—hang the fellow! whew, whew—o—whew—he's a cursed goose, but an obstinate—whew, whew—o—whew—o. ay, but no matter—well—whew, whew—o, whew, whew! helen, a cup of tea. now, helen, do you know a discovery i have made—but how could you? no, you don't, of course; but listen and pay attention to me, because it deeply affects myself.”

the poor girl, apprehensive that he was about to divulge some painful secret, became pale and a good deal agitated; she gave him a long, inquiring look, but said nothing.

“yes, helen, and the discovery is this: i find from experience that tea and burgundy—or, indeed, tea and any kind of wine—don't agree with my constitution: curse the fel—whew, whew, whew, whew—o—whew; no, the confounded mixture turns my stomach into nothing more nor less than a bag of aquafortis—if he had but common—whew—”

“well, but, papa, why do you take tea, then?”

“because i'm an old fool, helen; and if i am, there are some young ones besides; but it can't be helped now—whew, whew—it was done for the best.”

in this manner he went on for a considerable time, ejaculating mysteries and enigmas, until he finished the second bottle, after which he went to bed.

it may be necessary to state here that, notwithstanding the incredible force and tenderness of his affection for his daughter, he had, ever since her elopement with reilly, kept her under the strictest surveillance, and in the greatest seclusion—that is to say, as the proverb has it, “he locked the stable door when the steed was stolen;” or if he did not realize the aphorism, he came very near it.

time, however, passes, and the assizes were at hand, a fearful avatar of judicial power to the guilty. the struggle between the parties who were interested in the fate of whitecraft, and those who felt the extent of his unparalleled guilt, and the necessity not merely of making him an example but of punishing him for his enormous crimes, was dreadful. the infatuation of political rancor on one side, an infatuation which could perceive nothing but the virtue of high and resolute protestantism in his conduct, blinded his supporters to the enormity of his conduct, and, as a matter of course, they left no stone unturned to save his life. as we said, however, they were outnumbered; but still they did not despair. reilly's friends had been early in the legal market, and succeeded in retaining some of the ablest men at the bar, his leading counsel being the celebrated advocate fox, who was at that time one of the most distinguished men at the irish bar. helen, as the assizes approached, broke down so completely in her health that it was felt, if she remained in that state, that she would be unable to attend; and although reilly's trial was first on the list, his opposing counsel succeeded in getting it postponed for a day or two in order that an important witness, then ill, he said, might be able to appear on their part.

it is not our intention to go through the details of the trial of the red rapparee. the evidence of mary mahon, fergus o'reilly, and the sheriff, was complete; the chain was unbroken; the change of apparel—the dialogue in mary mahon's cabin, in which he; avowed the fact of his having robbed the sheriff—the identification of his person by the said sheriff in the farmer's house, as before stated, left nothing for the jury to do i but to bring in a verdict of guilty. mercy was out of the question. the hardened ruffian—the treacherous ruffian—who had lent himself to the bloodthirsty schemes of whitecraft—and all this came out upon his trial, not certainly to the advantage of the baronet—this hardened and treacherous ruffian, we say, who had been a scourge to that part of the country for years, now felt, when the verdict of guilty was brought in against him, just as a smith's anvil might feel when struck by a feather. on hearing it, he growled a hideous laugh, and exclaimed:

“to the divil i pitch you all; i wish, though, that i had tom bradley, the prophecy man, here, who tould me that i'd never be hanged, and that the rope was never born for me.”

“if the rope was not born for you,” observed the judge, “i fear i shall be obliged to inform you that you were born for the rope. your life has been an outrage,upon civilized society.”

“why, you ould dog!” said the rapparee, “you can't hang me; haven't i a pardon? didn't sir robert whitecraft get me a pardon from the government for turnin' against the catholics, and tellin' him where to find the priests? why, you joulter-headed ould dog, you can't hang me, or, if you do, i'll leave them behind me that will put such a half ounce pill into your guts as will make you turn up the whites of your eyes like a duck in thundher. you'll hang me for robbery, you ould sinner! but what is one half the world doin' but robbin' the other half? and what is the other half doin' but robbin' them? as for sir robert whitecraft, if he desaved me by lies and falsehoods, as i'm afraid he did, all i say is, that if i had him here for one minute i'd show him a trick he'd never tell to mortal. now go on, bigwig.”

notwithstanding the solemnity of the position in which this obdurate ruffian was placed, the judge found it nearly impossible to silence the laughter of the audience and preserve order in the court. at length he succeeded, and continued his brief address to the rapparee:

“hardened and impenitent reprobate, in the course of my judicial duties, onerous and often painful as they are and have been, i must say that, although it has fallen to my lot to pronounce the awful sentence of death upon many an unfeeling felon, i am bound to say that a public malefactor so utterly devoid of all the feelings which belong to man, and so strongly impregnated with those of the savage animal as you are, has never stood in a dock before me, nor probably before any other judge, living or dead. would it be a waste of language to enforce upon you the necessity of repentance? i fear it would; but it matters not; the guilt of impenitence be on your own head, still i must do my duty; try, then, and think of death, and a far more awful judgment than mine. think of the necessity you have for; supplicating mercy at the throne of your redeemer, who himself died for you, and for all of us, between two thieves.”

“that has nothing to do with my case; i never was a thief; i robbed like an honest man on the king's highways; but as for thievin', why, you ould sinner, i never stole a farthing's worth in my life. don't, then, pitch such beggarly comparisons into my teeth. i never did what you and your class often did; i never robbed the poor in the name of the blessed laws of the land; i never oppressed the widow or the orphan; and for all that i took from those that did oppress them, the divil a grain of sorrow or repentance i feel for it, nor ever will feel for it. oh! mother of moses! if i had a glass of whiskey!”

the judge was obliged to enforce silence a second time; for, to-tell the truth, there was something so ludicrously impenitent in the conduct of this hardened convict that the audience could not resist it, especially when it is remembered that the sympathies of the lower irish are always with such culprits.

“well,” continued the judge, when silence was again restored, “your unparalleled obduracy has gained one point; it was my intention to have ordered you for execution tomorrow at the hour of twelve o'clock; but, as a christian man, i could not think for a moment of hurrying you into eternity in your present state. the sentence of the court then is that you be taken from the dock in which you now stand to the prison from whence you came, and that from thence you be brought to the place of execution on next saturday, and there be hanged by the neck until you be dead, and may god have mercy on your soul!”

the rapparee gazed at him with a look of the most hardened effrontery, and exclaimed, “is it in earnest you are?” after which he was once mor|e committed to his cell, loaded with heavy chains, which he wore, by the i way, during his trial.

now, in order to account for his outrageous conduct, we must make a disclosure to the reader. there is in and about all jails a certain officer yclept a hangman—an officer who is permitted a freer ingress and egress than almost any other person connected with those gloomy establishments. this hangman, who resided in the prison, had a brother whom sir robert whitecraft had hanged, and, it was thought, innocently. be this as it may, the man in question was heard to utter strong threats of vengeance against sir robert for having his brother, whose innocence he asserted, brought to execution. in some time after this a pistol was fired one night at sir robert from behind a hedge, which missed him; but as his myrmidons were with him, and the night was light, a pursuit took place, and the guilty wretch was taken prisoner, with the pistol on his person, still warm after having been discharged. the consequence was that he was condemned to death. but it so happened that at this period, although there were five or six executions to take place, yet there was no hangman to be had, that officer having died suddenly, after a fit of liquor, and the sheriff would have been obliged to discharge the office with his own hands unless a finisher of the law could be found. in brief, he was found, and in the person of the individual alluded to, who, in consequence of his consenting to accept the office, got a pardon from the crown. now this man and the rapparee had been old acquaintances, and renewed their friendship in prison. through the means of the hangman o'donnel got in as much whiskey as he pleased, and we need scarcely say that they often got intoxicated together. the secret, therefore, which we had to disclose to the reader, in explanation of the rapparee's conduct at his trial, was simply this, that the man was three-quarters drunk.

after trial he was placed in a darker dungeon than before; but such was the influence of the worthy executioner with every officer of the jail, that he was permitted to go either in or out without search, and as he often gave a “slug,” as he called it, to the turnkeys, they consequently allowed him, in this respect, whatever privileges he wished. even the rapparee's dungeon was not impenetrable to him, especially as he put the matter on a religious footing, to wit, that as the unfortunate robber was not allowed the spiritual aid of his own clergy, he himself was the only person left to prepare him for death, which he did with the whiskey-bottle.

the assizes on that occasion were protracted to an unusual length. the country was in a most excited state, and party feeling ran fearfully high. nothing was talked of but the two trials, par excellence, to wit, that of whitecraft and reilly; and scarcely a fair or market, for a considerable time previous, ever came round in which there waa not a battle on the subject of either one or the other of them, and not unfrequently of both. nobody was surprised at the conviction of the red rapparee; but, on the contrary, every one was glad that the country had at last got rid of him.

poor helen, however, was not permitted to remain quiet, as she had expected. when mr. doldrum had furnished the leading counsel with his brief and a list of the witnesses, the other gentleman was surprised to see the name of helen folliard among them.

“how is this?” he inquired; “is not this the celebrated beauty who eloped with him?”

“it is, sir,” replied doldrum.

“but,” proceeded the other, “you have not instructed me in the nature of the evidence she is prepared to give.”

“she is deeply penitent, sir, and in a very feeble state of health; so much so that we were obliged to leave the tendency of her evidence to be brought out on the trial.”

“have you subpoenaed her?”

“no, sir.”

“and why not, mr. doldrum? don't you know that there is no understanding the caprices of women. you ought to have subpoenaed her, because, if she be a leading evidence, she may still change her mind and leave us in the lurch.”

“i certainly did not subpoena her,” replied doldrum, “because, when i mentioned it to her father, he told me that if i attempted it he would break my head. it was enough, he said, that she had given her promise—a thing, he added, which she was never known to break.”

“go to her again, doldrum; for unless we know what she can prove we will be only working in the dark. try her, at all events, and glean what you can out of her. her father tells me she is somewhat better, so i don't apprehend you will have much difficulty in seeing her.”

doldrum did see her, and was astonished at the striking change which had, in so short a time, taken place in her appearance. she was pale, and exhibited all the symptoms of an invalid, with the exception of her eyes, which were not merely brilliant, but dazzling, and full of a fire that flashed from them with something like triumph whenever her attention was directed to the purport of her testimony. on this subject they saw that it; would be quite useless, and probably worse than useless, to press her, and they did not, consequently, put her to the necessity of specifying the purport of her evidence.

“i have already stated,” said she, “that i shall attend the trial; that ought, and must be, sufficient for you. i beg, then, you will withdraw, sir. my improved health will enable me to attend, and you may rest assured that if i have life i shall be there, as i have already told you; but, i say, that if you wish to press me for the nature of my evidence, you shall have it, and, as she spoke, her eyes flashed fearfully, as they were in the habit of doing whenever she felt deeply excited. folliard himself became apprehensive of the danger which might result from the discussion of any subject calculated to disturb her, and insisted that she should be allowed to take her own way. in the meantime, after they had left her, at her own request, her father informed the attorney that she was getting both strong and cheerful, in spite of her looks.

“to be sure,” said he, “she is pale! but that's only natural, after her recent slight attack, and all the excitement and agitation she has for some time past undergone. she sings and plays now, although i have heard neither a song nor a tune from her for a long time past. in the evening, too, she is exceedingly cheerful when we sit together in the drawing-room; and she often laughs more heartily than i ever knew her to do before in my life. now, do you think, doldrum, if she was breaking her heart about reilly that she would be in such spirits?”

“no, sir; she would be melancholy and silent, and would neither sing, nor laugh, nor play; at least i felt, so when i was in love with miss swithers, who kept me in a state of equilibrium for better than two years;—but that wasn't the worst of it, for she knocked the loyalty clean out of me besides—indeed, so decidedly so that i never once sang 'lillibullero' during the whole period of my attachment, and be hanged to her.”

“and what became of her?”

“why, she married my clerk, who used to serve my love-letters upon her; and when i expected to come in by execution—that is, by marriage—that cursed little sheriff, cupid, made a return of nulla bona. she and sam snivel—a kind of half puritan—entered a disappearance, and i never saw them since; but i am told they are in america. from what you tell me, sir, i have no doubt but miss folliard will make a capital witness. in fact, reilly ought to feel proud of the honor of being hanged by her evidence; she will be a host in herself.”

we have already stated that the leading counsel against reilly had succeeded in getting his trial postponed until miss folliard should arrive at a sufficient state of health to appear against him. in the meantime, the baronet's trial, which was in a political, indeed, we might say, a national point of view, of far more importance than reilly's, was to come on next day. in the general extent of notoriety or fame, reilly had got in advance—though not much—of his implacable rival. the two trials were, in fact, so closely united by the relative position of the parties that public opinion was strangely and strongly divided between them. reilly and his cooleen bawn had, by the unhappy peculiarity of their fate, excited the interest of all the youthful and loving part of society—an interest which was necessarily reflected upon whitecraft, as reilly's rival, independently of the hold which his forthcoming fate had upon grave and serious politicians. reilly's leading counsel, fox, a man of great judgment and ability, gave it as his opinion that in consequence of the exacerbated state of feeling produced against the catholics by the prosecution of whitecraft—to appease whom, the opinion went that it was instituted—it seemed unlikely that reilly had a single chance. had his trial, he said, taken place previous to that of whitecraft's, he might have escaped many of the consequences of whitecraft's conviction; but now, should the latter be convicted, the opposing party would die in the jury-box rather than let reilly escape.