The Litchfield County post., 1828-05-08

horror, was for some time unable to reply,
 but continued to regard his plunderer with vacant stare and open mouth. At length he found words, and exclaimed-'The ho- Iy Jesus keep me from all mortal sin. On 1 ly hear to the false tory robber But IT! have justice of ye, ye murdhering tief of the world, if there's law, or justice, or judge, or jury to be had in Dublin 1 Having uttered his threat, he pressed his hat violently doun-oyer his eyes, and c!enchn3 'l!S handS in asnny, rnshcd into the street, the very picture of despair. .--- After walking onward for some time, the poor fellow bethouSht him of making his complaint to one of the judges at the Four Courts, the magnificent structure of which he had admired the day before, and where he had learned that the wise sages of the law sat daily for the administration of jus- 1 tice.
 Although his typographical knowledge of the city was very slender, he, soon rec ognised the famous spot, and boldly enter ed the hall, where he soon mixed with the throng of attorneys, clients, witnesses, and barristers, that paraded up and down but seeing no one that was likely to give him either advice or assistance, he was about entering one of the courts, which was also greatly crowded: when an officer told him m an authoritative tone to stand back.- The former expostulated, but in vain, for the man in office learning that he had no business with the cause which was pending refused to let him pass. Seeing an unus- ual eagerness and anxiety, however, in the countryman's countenance,he inquired the nature ofhis business; to which the latter answered, " wish, sur, to have spake to the judge abput murdhering robbery that-
 Pooh ]! pooh Y replied the officer, 'you must not come here about murders and robberes ;-- why don't you go to the Ma gistrate?
 The countryman responded with sigh, 'sure it's myself that's stranger in Dub- lin, and don't know the ways of it, oh, what will Edo this blessed day? I won't get my lase signed at all, and must not show my face at Ca llagher without it. I'll be turned out of house and home, (here he shed tears) and peor Norah and the dear childer will be obliged to take bag and go out. The holy vargin and the blessed saints give them ther protection But, (clench- ing his hands, it's mousse bodderiug about judges and magistrates. l'll go back and tear the orange tiet's heart out of his body its no more than he desarves and if am hanged for the murder sure it's better than to be robbed entirely.'
 The curiosity of the officer was excited by the violence of the poor mans emotion and he inquired who it was that had robbed him.
 The farmer replied, shim that keeps the Carman's inn. down there they call Stony Batter
 Officer. There are several Carman's inns; what is his name.
 Farmer. His name sure is Rooney; ! do not know his Christian name; but that's what's painted on the sign of the house.
 Officer. What Nick Rooney ,that keeps the King William O Horseback by Jak- CTS? my good fellow, you have fallen into damned bad hands. Only come across old Nick, and he'll play the devil with ye---- Nick Rooney is the worst villain, and the biggest blackguard in all Dublin city; and that's saying good deal any how. Whats he robbed ye off
 Farmer. A hundred pounds: bad luck to ] the villain
 Officer. What! an hundred pounds !- How in the world did Nick rob ye of that sum?
 Farmer. gave him the notes last night to keep safe for me and when axed him for them this morning, by the powers if he didn't deny clane that ever giv'd 'em to him-the false murderer that he is.
 Officer. But had ye no witness to that same.
 Farmer. Is it witness that ye mane, masthur Sure the devil of witness in life was there but myself and Rooney. I'd no notion of the blood thirsty spalpeen would have tricked me out of the notes, & so gived them to him privately to prevent myself from being robbed by the Dublin thieves.
 Officer. By the holy St. Proker! there isn't d bigger thief in Ireland than Rooney and ye may take your affidavit of that ;-' but I'm sorry ye hav'st got no witness, be- cause ye see, yell not be able to prove how that ye gave the villain the money to keep.
 Farmer. By the holy vargin, I'll take my oath oft.