We have little now to add.  Young Clinton, in the course of a few months, became agent to Chevydale, whose property soon gave proofs that kindness, good judgment, and upright principle were best calculated not only to improve it, but to place a landlord and his tenantry on that footing of mutual good-will and reciprocal interest upon which they should ever stand towards each other.

We need scarcely say that the sympathy felt for honest Jemmy Burke, in consequence of the disgraceful conduct of his son, was deep and general.  He himself did not recover it for a long period, and it was observed that, in future, not one of his friends ever uttered Hycy’s name in his presence.

With respect to that young gentleman’s fate and that of Teddy Phats, we have to record a rather remarkable coincidence.  In about three years after his escape, his father received an account of his death from Montreal, where it appears he expired under circumstances of great wretchedness and destitution, after having led, during his residence there, a most profligate and disgraceful life.  Early the same day on which the intelligence of his death reached his family, they also received an account through the M’Mahons to the effect that Teddy Phats had, on the preceding night, fallen from one of the cliffs of Althadawan and broken his neck; a fate which occasioned neither surprise nor sorrow.

We have only to add that Bryan M’Mahon and his wife took Nanny Peety into their service; and that Kate Hogan and Mr. O’Finigan had always a comfortable seat at their hospitable hearth; and the latter a warm glass of punch occasionally, for the purpose, as he said himself, of keeping him properly sober.