faith, and who didn't approve of their being converted. Och!
his Holiness did us all sore injustice to call us English, and to
confound our house with the other; for however dirty our house might be,
our house was a clane house compared with the English house, and we
honest people compared with those English thaives. Well, his Holiness
was frighted, and the almoner ran out and brought in his Holiness's
attendants, and they laid hold of me, but I struggled hard, and said, 'I
will not go without my pack; arrah, your Holiness! make them give me back
my pack, which Shorsha gave me in Dungarvon times of old;' but my
struggles were of no use. I was pulled away and put in the ould dungeon,
and his Holiness went away sore frighted, crossing himself much, and
never returned again.

"In the ould dungeon I was fastened to the wall by a chain and there I
was disciplined once every other day for the first three weeks, and then
I was left to myself, and my chain, and hunger; and there I sat in the
dungeon, sometimes screeching, sometimes holloaing, for I soon became
frighted, having nothing in the cell to divert me. At last the cook
found his way to me by stealth, and comforted me a little, bringing me
tidbits out of the kitchen; and he visited me again and again--not often,
however, for he dare only come when he could steal away the key from the
custody of the thief of a porter. I was three years in the dungeon, and
should have gone mad but for the cook, and his words of comfort, and his
tidbits, and nice books which he brought me out of the library, which
were the 'Calendars of Newgate,' and the 'Lives of Irish Rogues and
Raparees,' the only English books in the library. However, at the end of
three years, the ould thaif of a rector, wishing to look at them books,
missed them from the library, and made a perquisition about them, and the
thaif of a porter said that he shouldn't wonder if I had them; saying
that he had once seen me reading; and then the rector came with others to
my cell, and took my books from me, from under my straw, and asked me how
I came by them; and on my refusal to tell, they disciplined me again till
the blood ran down my back; and making more perquisition, they at last
accused the cook of having carried the books to me, and the cook not
denying, he was given warning to leave next day, but he left that night,
and took me away with him; for he stole the key, and came to me and cut
my chain through, and th