wather in my stomach, I'll try it. I drank bog-bine last night goin' to
bed, but divil a morsel o' good it did me."

* Lhin-roe, or red water--the Irish name for heart-burn.

M'Clutchy handed him a full glass, which he held steadily before his
eye, till the other put up the decanter.

"Your honor's health, sir," said he, "and fireside; and if you war to
throw me out o' fifty windies, I'll add to that--here's wishin' that the
divil had his own, and I know where you'd soon be."

"How, you villainous scoundrel," said Val, starting with rising wrath,
"what do you mean by that?"

Darby made no reply, but hastily tossing off the glass, he seized his
hat, bolted outside the door, and putting in his head, said in a kind of
loud but confidential whisper--

"IN HICKMAN'S PLACE, your honor!"




CHAPTER III.--Solomon M'Slime, a Religious Attorney

--Solomon M'Slime, a Religious Attorney--His Office--Family
Devotions--Substitute for Breakfast--Misprision Blasphemy--Letter on
Business.