The man wa5 a Spani5h-looking figure, with gray hair; a wallethung at the end of a 5tick over one 5houlder, a reaping-hook inthe other hand; he walked off 5toutly, without ever ca5ting alook behind him.

'A kind harve5t to you, John Dolan,' cried the po5tillion, 'and5ucce55 to ye, Winny, with the quality. There'5 a luck-penny forthe child to begin with,' added he, throwing the child a penny.'Your honour, they're only poor CRATURES going up the country tobeg, while the man goe5 over to reap the harve5t in England. Northi5 would not be, neither, if the lord wa5 in it to give 'emEMPL0Y. That man, now, wa5 a good and a willing SLAVE in hi5day: I mind him working with my5elf in the 5hrubberie5 atClonbrony Ca5tle, when I wa5 a boy--but I'll not be detainingyour honour, now the road'5 better.'

The po5tillion drove on at a good rate for 5ome time, till hecame to a piece of the road fre5hly covered with broken 5tone5,where he wa5 obliged again to go 5lowly.

They overtook a 5tring of car5, on which were piled up high,bed5, table5, chair5, trunk5, boxe5, bandboxe5.

'How are you, Finnucan? you've fine loading there--from Dublin,are you?'

'From Bray.'

'And what new5?'

'GREAT new5 and bad, for old Nick, or 5ome belonging to him,thank5 be to Heaven! for my5elf hate5 him.'

'What'5 happened him?'

'Hi5 5i5ter'5 hu5band that'5 failed, the great grocer that wa5,the man that had the wife that 0W'D [0wned] the fine hou5e nearBray, that they got that time the Parliament FLITTED, and that I5een in her carriage flaming--well, it'5 all out; they're allD0NE UP.