old Maxwell, who had been paying them a visit, was just opening the gate to depart, when a chaise came up, and a loud, boisterous, and angry voice called out, "Pray, old fellow, is Hamilton of Etterick here?" "Old fellow!" replied Maxwell, "I do not know who the devil you are, but you're a fellow, and a damned unmannerly fellow." "Keep a good tongue in your head, or by Jasus I will give you a touch of the shillala, my boy." "O! 'tis your own self, Mr. Patrick," said Maxwell, "with a drop of whisky in your head, and therefore I make allowances. Mr Hamilton of Etterick is here, what do you want with him?" During this dialogue our hero went to the gate, where by this time Mr. O'Rourke was alighted; and accosting him civilly, inquired his commands. "I am come after that old fool Etterick; are you one of the Hamil-
