the "Walnut Street Theatre? The dirty ould dacon, I'se sartin, were at it every bit," said Pat.
"O, yes, I have learned from a friend who was there, that these blood thirsty conspirators had sent some detectives in citizens' clothes, as well as had sprinkled through out the theatre some of their own disciples, for the especial purpose of breaking the peace, so that the mayor could find a legal cause to arrest Mr. Juno. But they were unable to cause the audience to be clamorous, hence, toward the close of his discourse, threw several dirks from the galleries toward Mr. Juno, which missed him, thank God, but sank deep into the boards of the floor all around him; and as soon as the people saw this outrage, they made for the scoundrels who were seen throwing the knives.
"The enemies to Mr. Juno were too few to stand a battle, therefore the apparent riot was soon calmed; but the mayor and bloody conspirators were afraid of the people, who were well pleased with Mr. Juno's sermon, otherwise he would have been arrested," said Miss Armington.
It was now getting late in the evening, and the general having retired to bed, Miss Lucinda Armington, Pat O'Conner and Judy McCrea were still talking over these exciting times; because Miss Armington had now no trustworthy friends, amongst all her many élite acquaintances, in whom she dared to trust; only her faithful servants were left her.
These humble, but cunning, Irish lovers grew in Miss Armington's esteem to a wonderful degree of respectability and moral worth, when she compared them to all her pious (?) friends, who were now determined to have her desert Mr. Juno, or they should desert her. However, death would be preferable to unfaithfulness to her betrothed husband.
At last the servants also retired to rest, but Miss Lucinda remained in the dining room alone, meditating over
