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It's not me own throubles that make me dream o' Heaven's wrath, but it's me care for yer sowl, Annorah, and for the sake o' yer gettin' saved at last." "Hear that, Norah, child," said her mother. "Who else ever fretted themselves for yer good? What would become o' ye, an' Father M'Clane gave ye up entirely?
A great change had taken place in her temper, which was now usually controlled; her manners had gradually become more gentle; but the radical change of heart that Annie so longed to witness, did not yet show itself. "Tell me, Annorah," she said, after the usual time had been spent in reading, "does Father M'Clane know that you can read yet?" "Not he, indade." "Does he not question you?"
I can't jist feel aisy about it, for it's Father M'Clane will find out the harm of her good spaches and doings." The words were hardly out of her mouth when the priest entered. The storm on his brow was not unnoted by Biddy, but she respectfully set a chair for him in the cleanest part of the room.
'Let alone the books and the readin', said Father M'Clane to me last evening, 'and confess to me faithfully all that ye hear in the grand Protestant family, an' all will go well wi' ye, Annorah, says he, 'now and for evermore." Annie laughed pleasantly.
"If he were a good man, a noble, honourable man," said Annie, "do you think he would ask you " "He's the praste!" interrupted Annorah, her eyes flashing; "the praste, is Father M'Clane. An' ye mind to spake well o' him, it's nought I've to say; an' the tongue is a heretic's that would spake ill o' him, and he laving the ould counthree to stay for our good in this haythen land.
An' the books an' the readin' were for the like o' us, would he not be the first to bid us welcome to the same? Och, it's a good man and a holy is Father M'Clane, say what ye will, miss." "I have not called him otherwise," said Annie, much amused by the Irish girl's warmth.
Captain M'Clane, a vigilant partisan of great merit, was posted on the lines some distance in front of Barren Hill. In the course of the night, he fell in with two British grenadiers at Three Mile Run, who informed him of the movement made by Grant, and also that a large body of Germans was getting ready to march up the Schuylkill.
Father M'Clane has one himself; and what frets him is, that the heretics, as he calls them, can read it for themselves and find out God's will; for only the praste has it with us." "Well, then, an' the praste tells us the same, it saves us a world o' bother, shure." "But if the praste is not a good man, he can tell us whatever he likes; and how do we know what is God's Word?
Little lame Phelim came for an hour each afternoon to Miss Annie's room to be made a "schollard, shure;" and every Saturday evening found Annorah, with her Bible, seated by her mother's fireside, reading, and in her own earnest but uncouth manner expounding the truths she read. One Sabbath evening in March, Father M'Clane set out for a walk to Mrs. Dillon's cottage.
Immediately conjecturing the object, M'Clane detached Captain Parr, with a company of riflemen across the country to Wanderers hill, with orders to harass and retard the column advancing up the Schuylkill, and hastened in person to the camp of Lafayette. He arrived soon after daybreak, and communicated the intelligence he had received.
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