there in town and on curragh, at fair and race-course, and also in the solitary place. Ireland thought
thee her child, for who spoke her brogue better than thyself? - she felt proud of thee, and said, Sure,
OHanlon is come again. What might not have been thy fate in the far west in America, whither thou
hadst turned thine eye, saying, I will go there, and become an honest man! But thou wast not to go
there, David - the blood which thou hadst shed in Scotland was to be required of thee; the avenger was
at hand, the avenger of blood. Seized, manacled, brought back to thy native land, condemned to die,
thou wast left in thy narrow cell, and told to make the most of thy time, for it was short: and there, in
thy narrow cell, and thy time so short, thou didst put the crowning stone to thy strange deeds, by that
strange history of thyself, penned by thy own hand in the robber tongue. Thou mightest have been better
employed, David! - but the ruling passion was strong with thee, even in the jaws of death. Thou mightest
have been better employed! - but peace be with thee, I repeat, and the Almightys grace and pardon.