another, its not her they call Judy, any how. Afther all, sarvice is no inheritance. Why! oncet yees get yer futtin' at the West end, shoore, its yees that 'll have the pick o' places, from this to Bally cally dash me lynch."

The latter part of the argument had weight with the youth, and their amity was renewed, on his promising to be guided in this affair by "Misthress" Garatty.

CHAPTER VI.

The Removal.

ALTHOUGH possessed of remarkable callosity of conscience, yet Barney could not entirely stifle the monitor. It whispered in his ear that he was about to act an ungrateful part towards the benefactor who had fed, clothed, and instructed him. The nature of his philosophy, nevertheless, enabled him to assure and re-assure himself that his own personal advantage was a consideration of decidedly the first importance; which reflection, backed by the weight of his Milesian blood, and Mr. Stapleton's heresy, determined him to let no qualms of the said troublesome monitor swerve him from his purpose. The benefits and assistance he was to shower upon every member of his family, was, in Barney's eyes, the ornamental part of his plan; he placed it in the fore-ground of his own picture, and certainly it was the only feature in it claiming any pretensions to redeem the atrocity of its component parts.

It may seem a very easy matter for a person to get "out of" a good place and “into” a bad one; but there are instances where such a proceeding has its difficulties, and this was one of them. Of all the plans for discharging himself, that in rotation entered Barney's head, not one of them seemed satisfactory or feasible. He had not even the shadow of complaint to utter, unless it might be that he was by far better off than he deserved to be. To say he was homesick, and must return to "de groves of de pool," could never be credited. Equally vain would be the profession of illness; and as certainly it would bring upon him the doctor and his abhorred "calumny pills."

66 Well, de devil a know do I know what I'll say to de masther at all at all," muttered the perplexed youth, as he turned from side to side on a bed that, six months before, he would have hesitated to take the liberty of lying down

upon.

But what

"I'd tell him de thruth, wid all de pleasure in life, iv there'd be any use in id. good is openin' yer sowl to a heretic? Faix! a bowld sthroke 's all that's for it. Shoore I'll tell him at wonst its me intention to see de world. An' let him make what he can out o'

that, any way. Its what many's de b'ys dun afore me; an' no trason, so it issent."

The opportunity of putting this scheme in practice soon occurred; and the audacious lad requested "lave to quit de premises as soon as it 'ud be convanient."

"I do not quite understand what you mean, Barney. What premises are you talking about?" "Yer honor's house, just! nathin' more nor less."

"Do you mean to say, you wish to leave my service?" asked the astonished Mr. Stapleton. "Its what I some time med up my mind to, yer honor."

"But what reason can you possibly have for it, Barney? Are you not happy and comfortable in my family?"

“Eh, thin, it issent altogether in regard of de want o' comforts an' that; bud -"

"Have you experienced ill-treatment at the hands of any person in my house, high or low? Do not fear telling me. I insist on an unequivocal answer."

"Oh, I have nat, yer honor; bud its sixteen I'll be next St. Barnabus day; an' its seein' somethin' o' de world, so I ought to be, widout de smallest taste in life of faut to find of all

here. Me blessin' be over 'em.

Its niver de

betther place may be I'll get in a mont' o' Sund'ys, bud a b'y must folly what he's born to; an' we can't put over what's given out for us, so we can't."

"So you think destiny has favored you with a roving commission, do you?" said his petrified master. "But, my poor boy," he added, in a commiserating tone, "reflect on what you are about to do. I can scarcely yet believe you serious in the whim you have taken up. Let me advise you to be contented with the station allotted you here, and which you must be very sensible is one far beyond what your friends or yourself were justified in expecting for you. In fact, I took you from them, and do not feel justified in parting with you, at all events until they are consulted, and give you their advice. There, go down stairs, and think no more of such folly. I will endeavour to forget it; although I must add, that I am sorry and disappointed to find no more grateful return for all the kindness you force me to remind you, I have shewn towards you."

""Tis no use to consult me friends, an' advice niver did no good to Barney, bud quite de conthrarie; its me modher 'ud tell ye that same, yer