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"Sixth Confess your sins, at laste once dacently and soberly every year. "Seventh Resave your God at confission about great Easter-day; "Well," said his Eeverence, "now, to great point is, do you understand them?" "Wid the help of God, I hope so, your Rev'rence; and I have also the three thriptological vartues." "Theological, sirrah!" "Grey attitudes!
"It's a lie, sir," repeated his Eeverence; "you don't fulfil it. What is the church?" "The church is the congregation of the faithful that purfiss the true faith, and are obadient to the Pope." "And who do you pay tithes to?" "To the parson, sir." "And, you poor varmint you, is he obadient to the Pope?"
"And it's not but I spoke to him about both, yer Eeverence." "And what did he say, Phaddy?" "'Phaddy, said he, 'I have been giving Father M'Guirk, one way or another, between whiskey, oats, and dues, a great deal of money every year; and now, afther I'm dead, says he, 'isn't it an ungrateful thing of him not to offer up one mass for my sowl, except I leave him payment for it?"
"And why not?" continued his Eeverence, who was so closely engaged with Phaddhy, that he did not even hear the nephew's appeal "a bishop and why not? Has he not as good a chance of being a bishop as any of them? though, God knows, it is not always merit that gets a bishopric in any church, or I myself might But let that pass." said he, fixing his eyes on the bottle.
Oh, the Boeotian!" exclaimed his Eeverence, "listen to the way in which he's playing havoc among them. Stop, sir," for Kelly was going on at full speed "Stop, sir. I tell you it's not gray attitudes, but bay attitudes doesn't every one know the eight beatitudes?"
"Kelly," said his Eeverence, interrupting him, and heralding, the joke, for so it was intended, with a hearty chuckle, "you're getting fast out of your teens, ma bouchal?" and this was of course, honored with a merry peal; extorted as much by an effort of softening the rigor of examination, as by the traditionary duty which entails upon the Irish laity the necessity of laughing at a priest's jokes, without any reference at all to their quality.
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