That about a month before his disappearance from the country, he was one night coming home from a wake, and within half a mile of the Grey Stone he met a person, evidently a carman, accompanying a horse and cart, who bade him the time of night as he passed.  He noticed that the man had a slight halt as he walked, but could not remember his face, although the night was by no means dark.  On passing onwards, towards home, he met another person walking after the carman, who, on seeing him (Sullivan) hastily threw some weapon or other into the ditch.  The hour was about three o’clock in the night (morning,) and on looking close at the man, for he seemed to follow the other in a stealthy way, he could only observe that he had a very pale face, and heavy black eyebrows; indeed he has little doubt but that the prisoner is the man, although he will not actually swear it after such a length of time.

This was the evidence given by Bartholomew Sullivan.

The third witness produced was Theodosius M’Mahon, or, as he was better known, Toddy Mack, the Pedlar, who deposed to the fact of having, previously to his departure for Boston, given to Peter Magennis a present of a steel tobacco-box as a keep-sake, and as the man did not use tobacco, he said, on putting it into his pocket—­

“This will do nicely to hould my money in, on my way home from Dublin.”

Upon which Toddy Mack observed, laughingly—­

“That if he put either silver or brass in it, half the country would know it by the jingle.”

“I’ll take care of that, never fear,” replied Magennis, “for I’ll put nothing in this, but the soft, comfortable notes.”

He was asked if the box had any particular mark by which it might be known?

“Yes, he had himself punched upon the lid of it the initials of the person to whom he gave it—­P.  M., for Peter Magennis.”

“Would you know the box if you saw it?”

“Certainly!”

“Is that it?” asked the prosecuting attorney, placing the box in his hands.

“That is the same box I gave him, upon my oath.  It’s a good deal rusted now, but there’s the holes as I punched them; and by the same token, there is the letter P., the very place yet where the two holes broke into one, as I was punchin’ it.”

“Pray, how did the box come to turn up?” asked the judge:—­“In whose possession has it been ever since?”

“My lord, we have just come to that.  Crier, call Eleanor M’Guirk.”

The woman hitherto known as Nelly M’Gowan, and supposed to be the Prophet’s wife now made her appearance.

“Will you state to the gentlemen of the jury what you know about this box?”

Our readers are partially aware of her evidence with respect to it.  We shall, however, briefly recapitulate her account of the circumstance.