Counsellor himself made mintion of him in a great speech some time
ago. It seems the Buck sent him up five pounds in a letther, and the
Counsellor read the letther, and said it came from a most respectable
gentleman, a friend of his, one Barney--no, not Barney--it wasn't Barney
he called him, but--but--let me see--ay, begad--Bir--Birnard--ay, one
Birnard English, Esquire, from the Barony of Treena Heela; bekaise, as
the Buck doesn't keep himself very closely to any particular place of
livin', he dated his letther, I suppose, from the Barony at large."

"At any rate one thing's clear, that he's high up wid the Counsellor,
an' if he wasn't one man in ten thousand he wouldn't be that."

They had now reached the tree, and found that, short as the time was, a
considerable crowd had already assembled about him, so that they were
obliged to stand pretty far out in the circle. One or two young men,
sons of most respectable farmers--for it somehow happened that the Buck
was no great favorite with the seniors--stood, or rather had the
honor of standing, within the circle, for the purpose of "houldin'
conversation wid him;" for it could not reasonably be supposed that the
Buck could throw away such valuable political information and high-flown
English upon mere boors, who were incapable of understanding either the
one or the other.

"And so, Mr. English," said one of those whom, he had brought within
the circle, "you think the established church, the great heresy of
Luther,--will go down at last?"

"Think it, Tom--why, if you get me a book I'll swear it, and that's
better than thinking any dee. Didn't Emencipation pess? answer me that."