The Litchfield County post., 1828-11-06

people VINO work lOr tnelf Dreau w:
house and home, you are" "Whlst'
Teigue, can't you now 7" said his neighbor
jogging the last speaker "There, gentle
men, the houSe-you see it there torment
you, at the bottom Of the street with light
in the window or say, myself would th'HK
little of running down with you, poor crea-
ture ! for it is tired and weary you must
be after the road"
{ ''That's an honest fellow" said several
of the dust-covered soldiers; and away
scampered Ned Flynn, with all the men Of
war scampering at his heels.
Mr.. Consadine the biller-master, as may
be supposed, was person of Importance
and OH such occasions as the present,a per-
son Of great consideration in Fermoy. He
was Of Il portly build, and of grave and
slow movement, suited al once to his inn
portance and size. Three inches of fair
linen were at all times visible between his
waistband and wastcoat. His breaches
pockets were never buttoned and scorn-
ing TO conceal the bull-like proportions of
his chest and neck, his collar was general
| ly open, as he wore no cravat. A faxen
bobwig commonly set fairly on his head 81
squarely on his forehead, and an 'ex-offi-
cio' pen was stuck behind his ear. Such
was Mr.. Consandine, billet master general,
barony sub-constable, and deput, clerk of
the sessions. who was now just getting
near the end OIL his eighth tumbler in COM
pany with the proctor, who at that moment
had begun to talk of coming to a fair set
Element about his tithes when Ned Flynn
knocked.
"See who's at the door, Nellv,' said the
eldest Miss Consadine, raising her voice g.
calling the barefooted servant girl.
"Tis the sOgers, sir,is come y cried Nell
ly, running back into the room without o.
pening the door; Il hear the jinketing OF
their swords and bagonets upon the paving
stones
'Never welcome them at this hour ofthe
night, said Mr. 'Consadine, taking up the
candle, and moving off to the room on the
opposite side of the hall which served for
an office.
Mr. Consadine's own pen and that of his
son Tom we're now in full employment.-
The officers were sent to the inn-the SER
jeants, corporals, &c. we're billetted upon
those who were on Indifferent terms with
Mr.. Consadine-fori Ike a worthy man he
leaned as lightly as was possible upon his
friends.
The soldiers had nearly all departed for
their quarters when one poor fellow who
had fallen asleep leaning on the wall was
awakened by the silence, and starting up,
he went over to the table at which Mr.. e..
was seated, hoping his worship would give
him billet.
A billet, my lad, said the billet master
general, barony sub-constable. and deputy
clerk of the sessions-that you shall have
and on the biggest man in the place. Do
you hear, Tom! make out billet for this
man upon Mr.. Barry of Cairn 1hierna.
On Mr.. Barry of Cairn Thierna said
Tom with surprise.
Yes-on Mr.. Barry of Carn Therna--
the great Barry replied his father, giving
a nod, and closing his eye slowly with a
semi-drunken wink. Is he not said to keep
the best house in the country ?-or stay,
Tom, just hand me over the paper land I'll
write it myself
The billet was made out accordingly
the sand glittered upon the signature and
broad flourish of Mr.. Consadine, and the
weary grenadier received it with becoming
gratitude and thanks. Taking up his KNAPP
sack and firelock he left the Office and Mr..
Consadine waddled back to the proctor to
chuckle over the trick he had played the
soldier, and to laugh at the idea of the
search after DIR Barry Of Cairn Thierna's
| house.
Truly had he said no house could vie in
capacity with Mr. Barry's, for like ALBANIA
Dale's its roof was
"The blue vault Of heaven, with its crescent pale"
Barry of Cairn Thierna was one of the
cheftains, who of old lorded over the bar
ony of Barrymore, and for some reason or
other he had become enchanted upon the
mountain of Cairn Thierna, where he was
known to live in great state, and was often
seen by the belated peasant.
Mr. Consadine had informed the soldier
that Mr. Barry lived little way out of the
village, on the Cork Road; so that the
poor fellow trudged along with eyes right,
aud eyes left, looking for the great house
but nothing could he see, only the dark
mountain of Cairn Thierna before him, Il
an odd cabin or two on the road side. Al