an do it," said Bob, with a squeeze.

"Bob," said the wife, "what do you mean? I don't understand you--die a
True Blue, and don't shame your friends."

"Gentlemen," said Bob, "I feel disposed to sleep a little. It is likely
that a few minutes' rest may strengthen my weak body, and clear my mind
for the consolations of religion, which you are both so beautifully
prepared to give me. I feel rather drowsy, so I'll close my eyes for a
few minutes, and doze a little."

Bob closed his eyes for about four mortal hours and a half, during
which time our two worthy gentlemen sat at his bed-side with the most
exemplary patience. At length he opened his eyes, and inquired for his
daughter Fanny, who had been sent for Father Roche; to her he whispered
a few words, after which she went out, but almost immediately returned.
He looked at her inquiringly, and she answered:

"Yes, just as I expected--in a few minutes."

"Gentlemen," said Bob, "I am much aisier now; but I am at a loss whether
to to prepared for heaven by you, Mr. Lucre, or by Father M'Cabe."

"Beatty," said Lucre, "you have have access to the Bible, and
possessing, as you do, and as you must, the Scriptural knowledge, gained
from that sacred book, to die in the church which worships crucifixes
and images would leave you without hope or excuse."

"Ah!" said Bob, "you are sound in point of doctrine. No man is more
orthodox than you."

"Bob," said the priest, "you know what the Council of Trent says:--
'There is but one Church, one Faith, and one Baptism'--if you die out
of that church, which is ours, woe betide you. No, Bob, there is no hope
for you if you die an apostate, Bob."

"Ah," said Bob, "you can send it home, Father M'Cabe."

"Bob," said the wife, "die a True Blue, and don't shame the family."

"There is but a blue look up for you if you do," said Father M'Cabe.

"Blue is the emblem of hope, and for that reason the Orange system has
adopted it as illustrative of our faith," said Mr. Lucre.

He had scarcely uttered the words, when Father Roche entered the sick
apartment. High and haughty was the bow he received from Mr. Lucre;
whilst Father M'Cabe seemed somewhat surprised at the presence of
the reverend gentlemen. The latter looked mildly about him, wiped the
moisture from his pale forehead and said--

"Mrs. Beatty, will you indulge me with a chair? On my return home I lost
not a moment in coming here; but the walk I have had is a pretty long
one, t