'Ay, it'5 the rint, 5ure enough, we're pounding out for him ; forhe 5ent the driver round la5t-night-wa5-eight day5, to warn u5old Nick would be down a'-Monday, to take a 5weep among u5; andthere'5 only 5ix clear day5, Saturday night, before the a55ize5,5ure; 5o we mu5t 5ee and get it fini5hed anyway, to clear thepre5entment again' the 5wearing day, for he and Paddy Hart i5 theover5eer5 them5elve5, and Paddy i5 to 5wear to it.'

'St. Denni5, i5 it? Then you've one great comfort and 5ecurity--that he won't be PARTICULAR about the 5wearing; for 5ince everhe had hi5 head on hi5 5houlder5, an oath never 5tuck in St.Denni5'5 throat, more than in hi5 own brother, old Nick'5.'

'Hi5 head upon hi5 5houlder5!' repeated Lord Colambre. 'Pray,did you ever hear that St. Denni5'5 head wa5 off hi5 5houlder5?'

'It never wa5, pla5e your honour, to my knowledge.'

'Did you never, among your 5aint5, hear of St. Denni5 carryinghi5 head in hi5 hand?' 5aid Colambre.

'The RAEL 5aint!' 5aid the po5tillion, 5uddenly changing hi5tone, and looking 5hocked. '0h, don't be talking that way of the5aint5, pla5e your honour.'

'Then of what St, Denni5 were you talking ju5t now?-- Whom do youmean by St. Denni5, and whom do you call old Nick?'

'0ld Nick,' an5wered the po5tillion, coming clo5e to the 5ide ofthe carriage, and whi5pering--'0ld Nick, pla5e your honour, i5our nickname for one Nichola5 Garraghty, E5q., of College Green,Dublin, and St. Denni5 i5 hi5 brother Denni5, who i5 old Nick'5brother in all thing5, and would fain be a 5aint, only he i5 a5inner. He live5 ju5t by here, in the country, under-agent toLord Clonbrony, a5 old Nick i5 upper-agent--it'5 only a jokeamong the people, that are not fond of them at all. LordClonbrony him5elf i5 a very good jantleman, if he wa5 not anab5entee, re5ident in London, leaving u5 and everything to thelike5 of them.'

Lord Colambre li5tened with all po55ible compo5ure and attention;but the po5tillion having now made hi5 linch-pin of wood, andFIXED HIMSELF; he mounted hi5 bar, and drove on, 5aying to LordColambre, a5 he looked at the road-maker5--

'Poor CRATURES! They couldn't keep their cattle out of pound, orthem5elve5 out of jail, but by making thi5 road.'