the latter, which seemed to arrest his attention, and to which he
appeared to answer with a significant nod and peculiar expression of
countenance. Barry being off duty, and having received permission to
remain in town all night, paid no regard to the nine o'clock drums
and fifes audible from the garrison; and although quite an abstemious
young fellow, he made himself sufficiently social with the new
comers, most of whom were acquaintances. The remainder of the evening
was passed in the usual bar-room style; although the conversation for
the most part, turned upon the wrongs of Ireland and the mode of
redressing them. Now that Greaves had retired, there appeared to be
less restraint upon the few who had been a witness of the
observations he had made upon the subject, for they one and all
seemed to flow into the common channel of sympathy, so largely
occupied by O'Brien in this connection. In addition, one of them
ventured to remark, that although Greaves pretended to be an
Englishman, he was evidently no such thing; for on more than one
occasion, he gave utterance to expressions that were not only purely
Irish, but tinged with a genuine Irish accent and native peculiarity,
that no mere accident could account for, and which was, without
doubt, the genuine thing itself peeping out at the elbows of a
foreign dress. This idea seemed to find favor with O'Brien, although
Barry was not impressed with its correctness, from the fact, no
doubt, of his constant intercommunication with the English and Irish
element that was so jumbled up in his company.

As it became later, the party began to drop off, until about twelve
o'clock, up went the shutters and round went the heavy key in the
bar-room door--all having disappeared at the latter period, save
Barry and one of his most intimate friends who seemed loath to leave,
and inclined to take another glass. No sooner then, were the doors