'O, wirra, wirra, but afther this night I'll never be out mylone again. I shall always think that I see him forninst me, as I met him beyant, the night. "'Met Matthew Collins? The gossoon's crazy, said the priest. "'The young devil is lying, more likely. The dead don't come back to frighten honest folk, who want only their own, said Peter, scornfully.
"No fear of Bryan, certainment; he like one bad shilling he come up toujours. Ah! mauvais chien, him give me all de trouble ov get supper ready mylone." "I trust it may be so," said Stanley. "We are all here except him and Oolibuck, whom I have sent to the coast for a few days to watch for the ship.
"'Divil a whole head will be left in the parish, if they dhrink all the whiskey; and there's stacks of pipes, and lashin's of tobacky, with tay and cakes, and the house in a blaze with mould candles. Is the road azy to find? continued he. 'For I'm goin', mylone, where I never was afore. "'It's as plain as a pikestaff to the very door.