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Shure the Cure was for iver broken-hearted, for that he was sick abed for days an' could not go to the house when the woman died, an' say to Rosalie, 'Let me in for her last hour. But the word of Rosalie shure 'twas as good as the words of a praste, savin' the Cure prisince wheriver he may be!" This was the story of Rosalie which Mrs.
I am afraid that your family will join with the priest in opposing you." "Let them. I'll fight them all with pleasure more especially the praste." "But fighting is not the way to make them think well of the religion of Jesus. He was mild and gentle, patient under abuse and persecution; and he must be your pattern, if you desire to please God.
'Are ye, thin? says I. He goes away that night, an' the next mornin' I have a lether from him, sayin' he's shtartin' that day for Canaday. He hadn't the heart to tell me to me face. Fwaht do I do thin? I begs, borrers, an' stales, an' I reached that ship wan minnit before she sailed. There was no praste aboord, but we was married six weeks afther at Quebec.
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?
What, from Girasole?" "Yis. They want a praste, and they've sint for me." "A priest?" "Yis; an' they want a maid-servant to wait on the young leedies; and they want thim immajitly; an' I'll have to start off soon.
It's only that all my relatives, and the praste, and the Catholic neighbours, are waiting for me to come home, to bring me back to the ould Church by force. An' Phelim, poor boy, came to tell me to keep away. It's worse he'll be for the damp air; and it's angry they'll be for my staying away." "Ah! Annorah, my dear nurse, I was afraid that rougher times awaited you.
"And so you are to play the spy and the tattler; and however kindly we may treat you, you are to report all our sayings and doings to the priest? I don't believe, Annorah, that you can be mean enough for that, if you try. I thought the Irish people were too generous to act so low a part." "An' so we are, shure. Sorra a bit will the praste get from me about you here."
I just want to say, 'Holy Mother, come close, I love you. Stay by me all night long, and when the daylight comes don't forget me. How would you say that, Kitty?" "Bless your purty eyes, darlint!" said Kitty, "just say it that way every time. It couldn't be better said, not by the praste himself.
"And since you have been here, Annorah, what have you been doing? Have you been to school?" "No; the praste forbade." "Poor thing! Then you cannot read?" "How should I know reading, I'd like to know? Who would teach me that same?" "Many good people would like to do it, if you would like to learn."
He's a pritty boy, but the divil is in him an' 't is he ought to have been a praste wid his chances and Father Miles himself tarkin and tarkin wid him tryin' to make him a crown of pride to his people after all they did for him. There was niver a spade in his hand to touch the ground yet. Look at his poor father now! Look at Mike, that's grown old and gray since winther time."
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