three or four large pistols, besides an old sword or two, and a few rusted bayonets:  piled against it were two large muskets, evidently kept with more care than the rest of the arms, for they were brightly polished, and looked even new.  A couple of powder-horns, a tin box containing shot and bullets, and a large iron mallet, used in breaking open doors, completed the array, which could leave no doubt as to the men who occupied the cabin.

“Come, Nanny acushla, give us another dhrop of that you gev us last,” exclaimed one, whose rolling eyes gave token, of approaching intoxication; “you’re not used to be sparin’, an’ considherin’ the way you get id, needn’t be so—­eh?  Dick, what do you say to another drink?”

“Game to the last,” answered the man addressed—­“never refuse id.”

“Why, Nanny,” observed a low but muscularly formed man, who seemed from his manner to exercise some slight command amongst his associates, “what’s the matther wid you to-night?  Sure we’re goin’ to do what you’ve long been axin’ us, an’ what you first gev us lave to meet here for—­an’ by doin’ so we’ve got the fame of bein’ not quite right.  The villain of a procthor that suit poor Bob off afore he could look about him, ’ill resave his pay to-night, anyhow.  What say you, boys?”

“No doubt ov it!—­All right!—­Whoo! sartinly!” they grumbled and shouted in reply; and then, the whiskey having been brought, the health of Nanny’s absent son, and their companion, was loudly proposed and drank.

“I say, Dick,” hiccupped the first speaker, who now began to wax drunk, “what is your op—­op—­opinion should, we do to ould Whelan?  You know, I’m (hiccup) not natherally crule, bud suppose (hiccup) we jist cut the ears off the baste, an’ (hiccup) lave him hard ov hearin’ for the rest ov his life!”

“I’m not the man to disagree wid a rasonable iday,” ironically answered Dick.

“What do you say to that, my ould (hiccup) woman?” again asked he, addressing Nanny, who had drawn near to listen; “suppose we sarve him that-a-way, will you be (hiccup) satisfied; or maybe you’d sooner we’d prevint his bein’ annoyed wid a cough by (hiccup) cuttin’ his informin’ throat!”

While he spoke, an indescribable expression lighted up the old woman’s eye, and she stood a moment, as if a struggle was going on between long-brooded-over revenge and some newly awakened sympathy.  The rest of the men were busy with other schemes, and did not even hear the last conversation, for they had before agreed to pay Whelan a visit that night, and Nanny had eagerly entered into their intentions; for she had an only son, who, being wild and dissipated, had got connected with the very gang at present in her cabin, and through Whelan’s means (he having informed against him) was transported.  An Irish mother soon looks upon the faults of a darling child with levity:  and when he was torn from her arms, in the madness of grief she had vowed vengeance against