that is the name of the man whose case excites so much of our sympathy, has again been the victim of their base and violent passions. They seem to haunt his path, like spirits of mischief; for, even in his present forlorn seclusion, they could not let him rest without molestation.

"It is said that one cause of their treating him so harshly, is, that he detected, and, in a summary manner, punished some wicked attempts which Clearfield, when he went first to seize his farm, made to overcome the virtue of his eldest daughter. The disgrace rankled in the villain's mind; and he let loose upon the family his whole spirit of vengeance, until he had reduced it to ruin.

"On their way home from the fair, these ruffians had occasion to pass the place where the unfortunate family now resides. It was advanced in the evening, but not so dark as to prevent them from recognizing Mrs. Moore and her daughter on the road.

"Clearfield stopped and familiarly accosted the daughter. Perceiving that he was intoxicated, she hastened to take refuge in the house from his impertinence; but, springing from his horse, he seized her before she reached it. The young woman struggled, and threatened to call for assistance. Her mother was prevented from going to her aid by Landsdown, who was also intoxicated, VOL. I.

and seemed disposed to take such liberties as greatly alarmed her; and she called loudly for help. It happened that her husband, who was returning home from his work, heard her cries and ran to the spot. A scuffle ensued, and Landsdown fell. Moore now flew to relieve his daughter from Clearfield; but that villain mounted his horse and galloped off before he reached him. He then ran to seize Landsdown; but he had also escaped on horseback. The poor man now raised his wife; for the fright had so affected her, that she had fainted and fallen upon the road.

"I was immediately sent for, and hastened to their cabin. On reaching it, I found she had recovered from her swoon; but she laboured under a strong hysterical affection; and the whole family seemed in great terror. I mustered all the medical skill I possessed to her assistance, and also used all my influence; as a neighbour and a clergyman, to comfort and re-assure the family. Such a scene I should never again wish to see. The unconscious ravings of the wife-the lamentations of the daughter, who was scarcely in a better state-the crying and sobbing of the younger children—and, above all, the agony of terror and rage visible in the countenance of Moore himself, formed a scene of distress capable of shaking nerves far more firmly braced than mine.

"I am happy, however, to say, that Mrs. Moore is now in the way of recovery, and the minds of the family have to-day become greatly becalmed and settled. There is now a fair opportunity of punishing these ruffians by law, which, I think, should not be neglected; as making examples of them may deter others from following their iniquitous practices."

"Does Moore intend to prosecute them?" inquired Munn, after a considerable pause.

"I believe he does," was the reply.

"Has he taken warrants out?" was next asked. "Not yet I think. He could not leave his family in its present state."

Munn again paused awhile. He then observed: "It is, indeed, a sad tale to tell, that a couple of such worthless vagabonds should dare to lord it so over the country.-But Moore will yet get satisfaction."

"I hope he will get justice," answered Mr. McCulloch.

"I hope so too," said Munn," and that speedily and amply."

Here supper was announced, and the dialogue of course interrupted.

CHAPTER XII.

You need not urge me, for I cannot love him;
Neither his mind, his manners, nor his person
Are suited to my taste. But that's not all :
As yet, I'm altogether disinclined

(And may Heaven long preserve me so !) to yield
The freedom of my maiden heart to any,

Much more to one whom I can ne'er esteem.
How could I love what is to me unlovely,
Or yield obedience where I feel dislike ?

ULSTER BARD.

WHEN Munn retired to rest, he set his mind to reflect on the state of the country, and how far it opened to him any prospect of accomplishing that object which was dearest to his heart-redress or revenge for his hereditary wrongs.

These heretics, thought he, now feel what it is to be dispossessed of their patrimonial inheritance. I pity them sincerely, although I should not,-for their present calamities are but a just retribution for those which their ancestors inflicted on thousands of the ancient and rightful owners of the land. But I am pledged to their cause; and will support

it, because it will be to humble the lordly and the proud, whose ancestors were the artificers, while theirs were but the mean instruments, of the ruin of my name and race-the desolation and destruction of the people of my country. What are their injuries, compared with ours? As the drop is to the ocean!-as the sparkle of the flint is to the flame of the sun! Not one family of these boors, who now make such an outcry for their lost patrimony, has been in possession of it more than two or three generations back; but our forefathers were robbed by theirs of what they had enjoyed for countless ages!-Ah! Rosendale! Rosendale! I must claim from thee a retribution. Nor must I delay it long. A favourable prospect now opens before me; the long wished-for season appears advancing, when I shall lead the heretical peasantry of the North, against the heretical aristocracy of the South; and Rosendale shall know that there is a M'Manus yet living, who has a sting that may pierce his soul, and make him feel that his fathers were robbers. But let me first embroil the North by our confederacy, and then, "Hearts of Steel' against Rosendale, shall be the aim of M'Manus. That tender plant, my sweet niece, that blossom of loveliness, how I grieve to see her lost in this unnatural soil,—this wilderness of heresy, when she should be blooming