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 they call Cowdel O'Kelly. Only observe him: what a rogue it is, with that hypocrite mildness of manner, that straight black hair, that presbyterian stiffness and simplicity." "But what is he saying?" enquired Lady Augusta. The preacher, standing upon a cart, was delivering an exhortation in a very emphatic manner, to a vast concourse of attentive hearers. The presence of the party from the Castle had no effect upon him: he was inveighing against the insolence of his superiors in rank, and pleading in favour of the rights of man.

When he had concluded his discourse, the crowd dispersed, some laughing at him, and some much edified by his discourse. O'Kelly looked after them:—"That is the way of the world," he said: "it gets all it can from a man, and then it leaves him; but all that is, is for the best; therefore, amen, your honours; so be it." Lord Trelawney laughed to an excess. "Your name," said he, "I take it, it is Cow