ur Holiness be for an
honest game, don't think I'm the boy to baulk ye. I'll take the ould
ruffian's place, and play with ye till evening, and all night besides,
and divil an advantage will I take of the dirty marks, though I know them
all, having placed them on the cards myself." I was going on in this way
when the ould thaif of a rector, flinging down the cards, made at me as
if to kick me out of the room, whereupon I started up and said, "If ye
are for kicking, sure two can play at that," and then I kicked at his
reverence, and his reverence at me, and there was a regular scrimmage
between us, which frightened the Pope, who, getting up, said some words
which I did not understand, but which the cook afterwards told me were,
"English extravagance, and this is the second edition"; for it seems that
a little time before his Holiness had been frightened in St. Peter's
Church by the servant of an English family, which those thaives of the
English religious house had been endeavouring to bring over to the
Catholic 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 old 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 holloing, 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
sho