The Litchfield County post., 1828-12-18

uhA WttlS youE HoUoTS answered. ' eF~ encc and he sowed at such furious rate as never was heard of since the days of O. Brien the Great, or Pbineas O'Donnchy, the first King of Munster. So rapid was the motion of his needle that it was inVisi- ble even to himSrlE-and he worked more by kind of diabolical frenzy than his own free will.
 do not know whether it was the whis- key which hurt Terence's head, but sure enough, whenever he happened to look at his Ould friend, he saw something about him which put him in puzzle. His eyess that is, the ould gentleman's-which h were naturally as brown as the bog of AL Ian, seemed to glare like burning coals.
 What can this mean !! said Terence ;- sure my brain is getting mrZZy, or there is something p!aguy odd about your honor's eyes.
 Och ]! Terence, you are sad fool, said his honor-'cant you mind your work, and be done with it.
 So the tailor once more set himself a. going-and in three minutes the buckskins were completed.
 Now, O'Flaherty, said the stranger,
 
 have a comfortable glass afterwords.' 'Plaise your reverence,l have no obiec- tions to the glass-but rot ne if wear the brecches,'
 You must put them on, Terence in- sist upon it.
 May never get ont of purgatory if do,' answered the other. 'Then,' said the stranger, 'there is an end to the business. 1 shall leave you to your wife, and she shall torment you, both in 'his world and in the next; so have a care of your conscience.' This threat had the effect it was intend- ed to have. Terence put on the breech- es as he was commanded and set about as- sisting his comrade inemptying the whis- key-bottle of it's contents. Ofa truth, they were not long in doing this. Glass after glass dis; pI cared like magic, and the spirits of bo h got up to such pi ch that nothing would serve them but they must sing ould songs and ,ell sto- ries, until the very roof resounded with the echoes of their voices. Judy must have been in a devil of a snooze not to have l heard thcnl-and it would have been well for her had she been snoozing still as you will see before I am done with my story. Terence, in truth, forgot there was such cratur in the world, wh oh was thing he had never done since he was joined to her in the holy bonds of matrimony by Father O'Phelim, in the parish church of kiran- dy. He was thinking upon something else all the tme-he was thinking of the good poteen that stood before him, and praying to the saints that it mi ight last for ever.
 But while he was thinking upon this ! with all hls might, it did not escape him that there was something deviliSh queer d. bout he "uld gentleman. Those luminous eyes which formerly struck his observation now appeared more luminous than ever. They were like cats eyes or owls when hem animals prowl in the dark, and they cast such dazzling glitter upon the tailor, as we'll nigh to deprive him of his own.- Nor was this all for whenever the stran- ger was highly tckled at any thing which Terence said, there was heard a rustling and waggine, backwards and forwards, ,as if something swept the floor.
 'Och! your honor, what can be that which makes such droll noise at your feet?'
 Say nothing about, Terence, quoth the ould man; it is only my tail, which has bad habit of moving itself when l am we'll plaised.'
 Your tail!' said Terence laughing hear ,ily. 'Ah, have found you out at last.- Now I will wager you any thing you have go, eleven feet as we'll as tail.'
 'In good truth have 1, said his honour 1; as you may see with your own eyes, And he lifted up his feet and showed them to the tailor and they were as cloven as the hoofs of any COW or sheep in the country side.
 You will perhaps suppose that Terence was frightened at all this; but devil a bit ; he thought the joke mighty good one- and putting his finger to his nose, and giv- ing faceious nod and smile, he let the ould gentleman know he knew all about him.
 Aha you are a sly one,' quoth Ter enee I said so at first, but you see I've discovered you; and you shan't stir from this house till you have played tune upon your fiddle, for am sure you carry one a. bout ysu.'
 You shall not want for tune,' spoke his reverence 'but think dance will