lips were, (we quote truly,)" it's all nothin' to the sufferin's of Him that died to save us."

When, for the third time, he recovered his senses, he was standing in the presence of the court-martial, supported on either side by two yeomen. His head, divested of its ornamental covering, was bald; his face pale and piteous; and the glance he sent round was one of stupor. Again they questioned him as to his knowledge of Sir Thomas Hartley's connexion with the insurgents. He made an effort to speak, but the words died on his lips, and his head dropped on his chest. Some liquor was administered, not in pity or mercy, but that he might regain sufficient strength and sense to enunciate the words which it was expected would at last convey the information demanded of him. Peter accordingly recovered, and, after many repetitions of the question, was brought to comprehend its import, and then, slowly turning his halfclosed eyes, until they fixed on Sir Thomas Hartley, "I'll have no man's blood upon me," he said, or rather whispered, "I'll die in pace;

God forgive me my sins!?

In anger responsive to the angry signals of the president, his tall supporters dragged the little man away, again tied him up, and then

flung him, without medical attendance of any kind, into prison, whence he was liberated the following day by the triumphant insurgents.

Sir Thomas Hartley was doomed to witness another instance of courageous resistance to the commands of the court-martial, which even more nearly appealed to his heart. Tim Reily was placed on the table, and asked if he had not accompanied his master to John Delouchery's house, upon a certain evening? True to the prominent feature of his character, he first answered evasively, in a strain of pleasantry, only more bitter and subdued than his usual manner, in hatred of his catechists, and consciousness of that terrible power they could exercise over him. Provoked into ominous indignation, the president said—“Hearken, fellow; you saw the man who stood here before you; as he has been dealt with, you shall be dealt with, if for a moment longer you palter with this court." Ay?" questioned Tim, still in a tone of irony; then, suddenly he changed his accents and his manner into what, in a person of more consideration, might be called dignity; “and will your grand honours, all round about, tell me this did ye bring me here, thinkin' to get me to say one word that 'ud hurt my masther?

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Och, an' ye never made a worse guess; lash away, hang away; bud," Tim continued, turning a tearful and devoted look upon Sir Thomas, "if the boy that ate your bread, aud dhrank your dhrink, an' slept undher one roof wid you, masther, sence the day his ould father left him starvin' an' naked-if he ever open his lips to do a hair o' your head hurt or harum, may the horned duoul have him, body an' sowl, for a rascal an' a thrator! amin, I pray God."

"Thank you, my poor fellow," said Sir Thomas, instinctively offering his hand, which Tim, bounding off the table, threw himself on his knees to accept and kiss, "I thank you for your love, but do not injure yourself on my account."

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Injure myself, masther! Och, an' this the greatest day of Tim's life,-yer honours," he resumed, again standing before the judges, and speaking more composedly than ever he had done, "yer honours hard what I said, I believe; an' I mane no offence; bud that 's all I have to say to yer honours."

Tim was forced off to the triangle: on the way, his guards buffeted and struck him with their weapons, but he staggered under the blows without complaining.

Sir Thomas Hartley had learned, from the rude conversation and abuse of those who first took charge of him, the prominent accusations for which he ought to be prepared; and had found means to dispatch, before his trial, emissaries to summon some evidences in his favour. He wished to show that his conduct to the crowd at Hartley Court was an act of selfpreservation. His upper servants came to the gate of Enniscorthy castle to depose to this effect; but there, Captain Talbot was officer of the guard, and-as if his vengeance could only be satiated by the absolute shedding of innocent blood-he caused those persons to be pushed away, and so left his former friend no materials for a defence, save his own protestations, and an appeal to the court. Thomas was listened to without interruption. His judges consulted together for a few minutes after he sat down; and there was more than the expression even of party spirit in the eye of the president, when he arose to pass sentence of immediate death, with howevermarking it as a favour-the attendance of a clergyman. Accordingly, the same clergyman who that morning had performed the mar

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riage ceremony at Hartley Court, attended the condemned culprit.

It has been said that an attack upon Enniscorthy town, by the insurgents, was expected to take place before morning; and therefore all loyal men deemed it particularly expedient that Sir Thomas should die at an early period of the night, lest he might be rescued and prove an efficient and formidable leader.