364

XXVI. At the Zenith 378

XXVII. The "Star of the Sea" 394

XXVIII. Sub Nube 410

XXIX. Stigmata? 429

XXX. All's Well 449

XXXI. Farewell! 475

Illustrations

Page

"So there they were at last, the dream of half a lifetime"
Frontispiece

"You will take something?" I said. "You have
had a long drive" facing 10

"My door was suddenly flung open, and a bunch of
keys was thrown angrily on the table" 49

"Do you call that clean?" 54

"Here I am, your Reverence!" facing 56

"Good Heavens!" was all I could say facing 94

"The orator was caught by the nape of the neck" 133

"'T is the way we wants to go to confession, Fader" 176

"And why don't you tell his reverence about the rice
puddin'?" 223

"It broke in my fingers and revealed the little dreams
and ambitions of nearly forty years ago" 262

"Was there anything wrong with the chicken?" facing 294

"I read that over three times to make quite sure of it" 321

"Ahem!--Reginald Ormsby, wilt thou take Mrs.
Darcy--" facing 390

"Come down to Mrs. Haley's; there isn't a better
dhrop betune this and Dublin" facing 450

"Come on, you ruffian!" 451

"For the love of God, Jem, is 't yourself or your
ghost?" 453

"Hallo, there!... who the ---- are ye?" facing 460

Waiting for my New Curate 479

_MY NEW CURATE_

_Gathered from Stray Leaves of an Old Diary by an Irish Parish Priest_

CHAPTER I

THE CHANGE

It is all my own fault. I was too free with my tongue. I said in a
moment of bitterness: "What can a Bishop do with a parish priest? He's
independent of him." It was not grammatical, and it was not respectful.
But the bad grammar and the impertinence were carried to his Lordship,
and he answered: "What ca