“We’re all so, your worship,” replied Sharpe, “and sure every one knows it—­but, plaise your honor, what’s to be done about Harman?”

“Why, prosecute him for the murder of course.”

“But then,” said one of them, “sure Harman didn’t murder him, Captain—­among ourselves, it was all accident.”

M’Clutchy seemed surprised at this, and after hearing their individual opinions, which indeed, conflicted very much, some positively asserting that he did, and others that he did not, murder the man, he began to view the matter in a somewhat different and more cautious light.  He mused for some time; however, and after a second and more deliberate investigation, finding that there were two for the murder and only one against it, he at length took their informations, resolving to bring the matter to trial at all hazards.  The warrant for Harmon’s apprehension was accordingly issued, and entrusted to a dozen of the most resolute fellows in his corps; who so far enabled our magistrate to fulfil his intention, that they lodged his enemy in the county prison that very night.

The next morning, when reading the papers, our Captain was not a little surprised at reading in one of them an advertisement to the following effect: 

“To the public—­found, in the office of Mr. Solomon M’Slime, a Bank of Ireland Note, of large amount.  The person losing it may have it by giving a proper description of same, and paying the expenses of this advertisement.  N. B.—­It is expected, as the loser of the note must be in affluent circumstances, that he will, from principles of Christian sympathy, contribute, or enable some Christian friend to contribute, a moderate donation to some of our greatest public charities.  Thus will that which at the first view appears to be serious calamity, be made, under Him, a blessing and a consolation, not only to the wealthy individual who lost the money, but to some of our destitute fellow creatures.  This, however, is not named as a condition, but merely as a suggestion offered from motives of benignity and duty.

“Also, just published, The Religious Attorney; being a reconcilement between Honesty and Law; or a blessed Union between Light and Darkness.  By S. M’S.  Tenth Thousand.

“Also, in the Press, and will soon be published, done up neatly in foolscap, and rogue’s binding for cheapness, by the same author, The Converted Bailiff; being designed as a companion to The Religious Attorney.  These productions need not be sought for with any of the profane booksellers of the city; but only at the Religious Depositories, or at those godly establishments in Sackville street and College green.”

This, however, was not all.  In a different column appeared the following; which, however, did not surprise M’Clutchy: 

     “Glorious Triumph of Religious Truth.