relievo?_"

"I'm no judge of instrumental music, as you are," said the curate, "but
I think it's liker the 'Dead March of Saul,' than 'God save the King;'
however, if you be right, the gentleman certainly snores in a truly
loyal strain."

"That," said little M'Roarkin, "is liker the Swine's melody, or the
Bedfordshire hornpipe--he--he--he!"

"The poor gintleman's tired," observed Nancy, "afther a hard day's
thravelling."

"I dare say he is," said Father Ned, in the sincere hospitality of his
country; "at all events, take care of him, Nancy, he's a stranger,
and get the best supper you can for him--he appears to be a truly
respectable and well-bred man."

"I think," said M'Kinley, with a comical grin, "you might know that by
his high-flown manner of sleeping--he snores very politely, and like a
gentleman, all out."

"Well done, Alick," said the priest, laughing; "go home, boys, it's near
bed-time; Paddy, ma bouchal, are the horses ready?"

"They'll be at the door in a jiffy, your Reverence," said Paddy going
out.

In the course of a few minutes, he returned, exclaiming, "Why, thin, is
it thinkin' to venthur out sich a night as it's comin' on yer Reverences