and were so distinctly remembered to his advantage.  It is true he was a violent party man, but then he wanted coolness to adjust his principles, and thus make them subservient to his private interests.  For this reason, notwithstanding his strong and out-spoken prejudices, it was a well know fact, that the Roman Catholic population preferred him as a magistrate to many who were remarkable for a more equal and even tenor of life, and in whom, under greater plausibility of manner, there existed something which they would have readily exchanged for his violent abuse of them and their creed.

Such was Dick o’ the Grange, a man who, as a middleman and a magistrate, stood out a prominent representative of a class that impressed themselves strongly upon their times, and who, whether as regards their position or office, would not find at the present day in the ranks of any party in Ireland a single man who could come forward and say they were not an oppressive evil to the country.

Dick o’ the Grange, at this period of our narrative, was far advanced in years, and had, some time past, begun to feel what is known in men who have led a hard convivial life, as that breaking down of the constitution, which is generally the forerunner of dissolution.  On this account he had for some time past resigned the management of his property altogether to his son, young Dick, who was certainly wild and unreflecting, but neither so impulsively generous, nor so habitually violent as his father.  The estimate of his character which went abroad was such as might be expected—­many thought him better than the old man.  He was the youngest son and a favorite—­two circumstances which probably occasioned his education to be neglected, as it had been.  All his sisters and brothers having been for some years married and settled in life, he, and his father, who was a widower, kept a bachelor’s house, where we regret to say the parental surveillance over his morals was not so strict as it ought to have been.  Young Dick was handsome, and so exceedingly vain of his person, that any one wishing to gain a favor either from himself or his worthy sire, had little more to do than dexterously apply a strong dose of flattery to this his weakest point, and the favor was sure to be granted, for his influence over old Dick was boundless.

In this family, then, it was that Hanlon held the situation we have described—­that is, partly a gardener, and partly a steward, and partly a laboring man.  There was a rude and riotous character in and about Dick’s whole place, which marked it at once as the property of a person below the character of a gentleman.  Abundance there was, and great wealth; but neither elegance nor neatness marked the house or furniture.  His servants partook of the same equivocal appearance, as did the father and son, and the “Grange” in general; but, above all and everything in his establishment, must we place, in originality and importance, Jemmy Branigan, who,