Gastha!
Divil pursue the hair's turned on him; but, be me sowl, it wouldn't
be so, if he led the life the Protestant blood did.--feedin' high, and
doin' nothin'."

"Mr. Lucre, pull out; I see you're hard up, sir, and so is your charger.
Push him, sir, even if he should drop. Death and Protestantism before
Popery and dishonor! Hurra, well done!"

"Ah, be me sowl, it's near the last gasp wid him and his masther, and
no wondher; they're both divilish far out of their element. Faith, if
they had Father M'Cabe and Parra Gastha's practice, they wouldn't be the
show they are this minute. Well done both! fresh and fair, snug and dry,
you do it. Hurra!"

When the two worthy gentlemen had reached Bob's house, they dismounted,
each in a perspiration, and rushed to the bed of the dying man. Mr.
Lucre sat, of course, at one side, and the priest at the other; Mr.
Lucre seized the right hand, and the priest the left: whilst Bob looked
at them both alternately, and gave a cordial squeeze to each.

"You thought, sir," said Mr. Lucre to the priest haughtily, "that he
would have died an idolater."

Bob squeezed Mr. Lucre's hand again.

"And you thought," replied Father M'Cabe, "that he would die a
Protestant or a heretic, which is the same thing."

Bob squeezed Father M'Cabe's hand once more.

"Gentlemen," said Bob, "be pleased to sit down--you are both Christian
ministers, I hope."

"No," said Father M'Cabe, "there is but one of us a Christian; Mr. Lucre
here is not worthy of the name, Bob."

Bob squeezed the priest's hand a third time.

"Beatty," said Mr. Lucre, "this is a solemn occasion, and I'm bound to
say, that the priest here is merely a representative of Antichrist. This
is not a time to disguise the truth."

Bob squeezed Mr. Lucre's hand a third time also.

"Beatty," continued Mr. Lucre, "if you permit yourself to die a Papist,
you seal your own everlasting punishment."

"True," said Bob.

"Bob," said the priest, "if after the explanations of the true church
which I have given you, you allow yourself to relapse into heresy, you
will suffer for it during all eternity."

"True," said Bob.

"There is no hope for those, who, like the Papists and idolators, hew
for themselves vessels that will hold no water," said Lucre.

[Illustration: PAGE 322-- "Ah, very right," said Bob.]

"Ah, very right," said Bob.

"There is but one Faith, one Church, and one Baptism, and that is ours,"
said the priest.

"Ah, you c