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A beneficed clergyman from the most benighted, that is, most Papistical portion of Connaught, would be sure, thought Mr O'Joscelyn, to have a fellow-feeling with him; to sympathise with his wailings, and to have similar woes to communicate. "How many Protestants have you?" said he to Mr Armstrong, in the drawing-room, a few minutes after they had been introduced to each other.
Is it Miss Judith O'Joscelyn? or is the Reverend Mr Hill one of those to whom you give that sweetest of all names?" "Yes; to both of them. It was only this morning I had a long tête-
About four in the morning, I dropped asleep on the sofa; but Mary never closed her eyes." "Did they come into the garden at all, or near the house?" "No, they did not. And I am very thankful they refrained from doing so, for I determined to act promptly, Mr Armstrong, and so was Mary that is, Mrs O'Joscelyn. We were both determined to fire, if we found our premises invaded.
Mr O'Joscelyn was struck dumb; and, indeed, he would have had no time to answer if the power of speech had been left to him, for the servant announced dinner. The conversation was a little more general during dinner-time, but after dinner the parish clergyman returned to another branch of his favourite subject.
I soon saw how the case was going to be, and I determined to be prepared. I armed myself, Mr Armstrong; and so did Mrs O'Joscelyn. Mrs O'Joscelyn is a most determined woman a woman of great spirit; we were resolved to protect our daughters and our infants from ill-usage, as long as God should leave us the power to do so.
We both armed ourselves with pistols, and I can assure you that, as far as ammunition goes, we were prepared to give them a hot reception." "Dear me! This must have been very unpleasant to Mrs O'Joscelyn." "Oh, she's a woman of great nerve, Mr Armstrong. Mary is a woman of very great nerve. I can assure you we shall never forget that Thursday night.
They are indeed dangerous days, when the sympathy of government is always with the evil doers, and the religion of the state is deserted by the crown." "Why, God bless me! Mr O'Joscelyn! the queen hasn't turned Papist, and the Repealers are all in prison, or soon will be there." "I don't mean the queen. I believe she is very good.
But though Mr O'Joscelyn did not absolutely give utterance to such imprecations as these against the wolves who, as he thought, destroyed the lambs of his flock, or rather, turned his sheep into foxes, yet he by no means concealed his opinion, or hid his light under a bushel.
"Do you mean me to believe," said Kilcullen, with a gentle laugh, "that you are contented to live and die in single blessedness at Grey Abbey? that your ambition does not soar higher than the interchange of worsted-work patterns with Miss O'Joscelyn?" "I did not say so, Adolphus." "What is your ambition then? what kind and style of life would you choose to live?
"I had two hundred and seventy in the parish on New Year's day; and since that we've had two births, and a very proper Church of England police-serjeant has been sent here, in place of a horrid Papist. We've a great gain in Serjeant Woody, my lord." "In one way we certainly have, Mr O'Joscelyn," said the earl.
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