with that he threw the other on the ground. "Now, you big rogue," he continued, shaking his fist in the face of the prostrate and halfexpiring bailiff; "now, you big rogue, will you ever meddle with my wife again ?"

The little writ-deliverer was about to attempt a denial and explanation, but was interrupted by Pat, who again demanded, on pain of grinding the bailiff into powder, an answer to his question, whether he would ever again venture, uninvited, into the presence of his wife.

"I did not, I

The bailiff was again in the act of attempting a denial and explanation, when Mr. Shannon a second time, shaking his clenched fist in his face, repeated his demand for an answer to his question.

"Never," said the bailiff.

"Then, you brute baste," said Pat, withdrawing a few steps so as to let him rise, "then you brute baste, you may go about your business

this time, after you have fallen on your knees and asked Phiddy's pardon; but remimber, that if I ever see you here again, I'll show you a quicker road to the street than down the stairs."

"And sure, a passage out of the window is just what the baste desarves," said Mrs. O'Callaghan, who had all this time been a silent spectator of what was going on,-doubtless from a conviction that the bailiff could not be in better hands.

"Down on your knees, you blackguard, and ax Phiddy's pardon," said Pat, in authorative

"I want none of the assurances ov' the likes ov' ye, ye unmannerly vagabone. Down on yer knees this moment, or I'll throw ye out at the window the next."

The poor terrified, trembling bailiff, deeming the former alternative to be, on the whole, preferable to the latter, fell down on his knees, and

looked up to Pat, as if waiting further instruc

tions.

"Now, you baste, ax Phiddy's pardon," said the indignant husband.

"I humbly beg your pardon, ma'am, if I have offended you in any way," said the affrighted official, in piteous accents.

"Rise up, ye spalpeen, and never let us see your ugly face again.”

And as the bailiff, shaking like an aspen leaf, arose and was hurrying out of the room, Pat, by way of a parting salute, gave him a whack on the head, which sent both his hat and his wigfor he wore a wig-down-stairs before him. Never did human being, not literally thrown down-stairs, or out of the window, make a more rapid descent from a third floor, than did the little bailiff on this occasion. He was in infinitely too great a hurry to pick up either hat or wig; but rushed into the street, and flew into the arms of a policeman who chanced to be passing at the moment. The unanimous

opinion of the spectators, of whom there was soon a goodly number, was, that the hatless, baldheaded, excited stranger, had just escaped from some lunatic asylum, or from the custody of his friends. The policeman considerately threw a handkerchief around his head, and escorted him, followed by a crowd of boys wondering what it could be all about, to the house of a friend in the neighbourhood. It is quite superfluous to add, that the bailiff did not repeat his visit to the domicile of Mrs. O'Callaghan.

CHAPTER X.

Joseph falls into arrears with his landlady-Unpleasant consequences-Awkward affair.

MATTERS went on with tolerable smoothness between Joseph and Mrs. O'Callaghan during the first nine or ten weeks of their relationship as landlady and lodger; but the latter, having fallen in arrears, not only for the rent (four and sixpence per week) of his apartment, but for a variety of "sundries" which Mrs. O'Callaghan had procured for him from her own tradesmen, she began to think less favourably of him. Still, not wishing to lose a lodger if there was any probability of making his payments good, she thought it would be better to try the effect of a civil hint or two about payment, than to