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ligence he received had changed his careless demeanour, without shaking the intrepidity now habitual to his character. Lifting his cutlass from the chair, he buckled it to his side, and coolly turning to O'Hara, “ The coast is alarmed,” he said; “ and to avoid a morning visit from the squadron of frigates in the next Bay, I must be off. To be taken would be an awk. ward business, I imagine, for both of us for I should be choked at the yard-arm, and you would dangle from a tree; but there would be little wisdom in swinging when a man had half a ton of powder in the magazine, and a match to light it; no fear of blowing up, however,leave me but sea room, a gun-shot to windward, a steady breeze, and as much of it as I can carry my gaff top-sail to—and a fig for the navy of England! Good bye, Mrs. Maguire,” as he saluted Reginald's wife, who was whispering to him something about.“ Flemish crape,” “ kid gloves," " Mechlin lace.”—“ All,” said the outlaw, in reply to her ; " you shall have all, unless King George catches the clipper, and, faith, that will cost his Majesty some trouble. But come along, man, this is no time for drivelling-men who trust the sea must leave their tears behind them.”

His address was to the Minister, who when taking leave of Mrs. Maguire became deeply affected, the association of ideas created by parting with a female having recalled to his recollection the recent and painful scene he had suffered in leaving his wife and family. He made no reply to the rough seaman, but turned to O'Hara, and with tears running down his cheek said, with great feeling,~". The last night we met we little supposed that this would be the issue—but God's will be done!” and he hurried from the room.

The morning was clear and dry, and the fresh breeze blew favourably for the departure of the exiles. At the beach a fishing-boat was waiting for them, and the “ Jane” herself was standing off and on, with her enormous mainsail triced up, and her top-sail on the gaff. The exiles descended the cliffs by a rugged pathway ;—the little bay was scarcely ruffled by the land-breeze, and the slight swell broke at the foot of huge rocks, which rising abruptly from the water's edge afforded safety and con

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cealment to the bold adventurers who often visited this unfrequented coast. O'Hara's glance rested on two persons who were standing at no great distance. Alice More remarked them“ It is the horseman,” she said, “ who directed our route last night.”

“ And his companion," said the rebel “ Is your deliverer.”

While they spoke, the taller of the two beckoned him to approach, and when he stood beside him he found in the disguised stranger his faithful friend, Thornton.

“ William,” he said, taking his offered hand, “ how shall I find words to thank you; you have been the protector of my honour, the preserver of my life"

Thornton interrupted him—"Nay, nothanks, Harry, you have no time, nor I inclination, for any common-place conversation. Is there any thing to be done for you in which my services may be necessary? Your wardrobe is refitted and on board, and now, before we part, say if in any way I can be further useful?” Thornton paused, and watched the countenance of the rebel chief.

“ William, that poor attached creature," and he pointed to Alice, who was leaning against a distant rock; “she is helpless and unprotected, and when her fidelity to me is known, it will be the ground for party cruelty and persecution; can you, will you protect her?” ..^ I will, and none shall injure her while I live!”

“ There is another whom I leave-one message to her, and I trespass on you no farther.” He paused a little, and continued in an under voice_" That stranger listens, and what I am about to speak is but for your private ear.”

“ That boy is sent to you by your deliverer, Lady Constance-start not, I was but her agent-he is commissioned to speak to you, and while I renew my acquaintance with my fair charge, Alice, I will leave you together."

Left alone with the young stranger, in vain the rebel chief endeavoured to catch a glimpse of his face or figure—both were alike concealed beneath the ample folds of his riding cloak, and recognition was impossible. To O'Hara's question, he simply replied, that he was a con

fidential friend of Lady Constance Loftus, and had been desired by her to give him that “last token of her regard,” and he put a silk notecase in his hand. The exile opened it-within was a lock of beautiful light hair, with banknotes of considerable value-a few lines were written in unsteady characters on the cover, conveying affectionate wishes for his happiness, and a delicate request that he would accept of the enclosure as a loan, until his own finances were satisfactorily arranged. The bearer was mentioned as a gentleman of approved fidelity, in whom implicit confidence might be reposed, but from the violent political feelings of his family, he wished that his name, and his being accessory to O'Hara's escape, should alike remain unknown.

The stranger observed the exile in silence, as his eye hastily ran over the farewell lines of his gentle deliverer. He tore the leaf from the note-case which contained his mistress's adieu, and folded the ringlet in the paper. Then taking from beneath his vest a locket of dark enamel, which encircled a miniature of his

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