, Darby, give me their names and residences, and I will see, that
however hard the times are, they shall not at least be starved for want
of--truth."

"Well, then," said Darby, "first, there is Paudeen Rafferty, of
Dernascobe; Paudeen, sir, is, at the present spaking, badly given to
drink, and he swears, and fights mortially, too, the hathen; but, then,
he's in darkness, sir, yet; and you know that the greater the sinner the
greater the saint. If Paudeen was dacently convarted he'd make a mighty
fine Christian no doubt. To be sure he has two wives, along wid his love
for liquor and fightin'; but wouldn't it be a good plan to bring them
over, too, sir; the poor lost cratures, sunk, as they are, in hathenism
and vociferation?"

"Very good, I have him down, Darby; we must struggle, however, to win
him over and to induce him to give up his guilty connections. Are they
young, Darby!"

"Two of the best looking young women in the parish."

"We must only see, then, if they can be rescued also; for that is a
duty--a pressing duty, certainly."

"But I'm afeard, sir, it 'ud take a ship load o' Scripture to convart
the three o' them."

"We shall try, however; nothing is to be despaired of under such
circumstances, unless I am afraid the regeneration of that unhappy man
M'Clutchy--(eyes turned up). Who next?"

"Why, you may set down Harry M'Murt, of Drinnska. Harry's an unsettled
kind of fellow, or as they call him a Rake. It would be an active
charity to convert him--and that could convert him for he has as many
twists in him as an eel--if it was only for the sake of gettin' him to
spake the truth."

"Who else, Darby?"

"Put down Charley Casey, sir; and if you take my advice, you'll set
in at the convarsion of him while his famine lasts--otherwise, he's a
bitter idolapher as ever welted an Orangeman; but against that, he
has the stomach o' three men--and the best time to come at him wid the
gospel is the present. Bait it wid a flitch of bacon on the one side,
and a collop o' fresh meat on the other, now before the praties comes
in, and you're sure of him."

"Any others, Dairby?--but, indeed, as far as we have gone yet, the cases
appear to me to be difficult ones. However, there is joy in heaven,
Darby, over one sinner--and surely the greater the sin the greater the
joy and the triumph. Any others?"

"Mark down Molly Crudden, sir--she would be a glorious catch if a word
in saison could fasten on her. She goes by the n