under the ten commandments, the seven deadly
sins, the Commandments of the Church, the four sins that cry to heaven
for vengeance, and the seven sins against the Holy Ghost.

When Father Con arrived, Phaddhy and Katty were instantly at the door to
welcome him.

"_Musha, cead millia failtha ghud_ (* A hundred thousand welcomes to
you.) to our house, Father Con, avourneen!" says Katty, dropping him a
low curtsey, and spreading her new, brown, quilted petticoat as far out
on each side of her as it would go--"musha, an' it's you that's welcome
from my heart out."

"I thank you," said honest Con, who, as he knew not her name, did not
pretend to know it.

"Well, Father Con," said Phaddhy, this is, the first time you have ever
come to us this, way; but, plase God, it won't be the last, I hope."

"I hope not, Phaddhy," said Father Con, who, notwithstanding his
simplicity of character, loved a good dinner in the very core of his
heart, "I hope not, indeed, Phaddhy." He then threw his eye about
the premises, to see what point he might set his temper to during the
remainder of the day; for it is right to inform our readers that a
priest's temper, at a station, generally rises or falls according to the
prospect of his cheer.

Here, however, a little vista, or pantry, jutting out from the kitchen,
and left ostentatiously open, presented him with a view which made his
very nose curl with kindness. What it contained we do not pretend to
say, not having seen it ourselves; we judge, therefore, only by its
effects upon his physiognomy.

"Why, Phaddhy," he says, "this is a very fine house you've got over
you;" throwing his eye again towards a wooden buttress which supported
one of the rafters that was broken.

"Why then, your Reverence, it would not be a bad one," Phaddhy replied,
"if it had a new roof and new side-walls; and I intend to get both next
summer, if God spares me till then."

"Then, upon my word, if it had new side-walls, a new roof, and new
gavels, too," replied Father Con, "it would look certainly a great
deal the better for it;--and do you intend to to get them next summer,
Paddy?"

"If God spares me, sir."

"Are all these fine gorsoons yours, Phaddhy?"

"Why, so Katty says, your Reverence," replied Phaddhy, with a
good-natured laugh.

"Haven't you got one of them for the church, Phaddhy?"

"Yes, your Reverence, there's one of them that I hope will live to have
the robes upon him Come over, Briney, and