This is the way it is, you see.

When a poor creature comes to be buried--no matter who it is, a pauper, or a tenant, or any one--the people all go to the chapel; and every man he walks up and lays his offering for the priest on the coffin; and the others, they watch him.

And, you see, if a man that thinks a good deal of himself walks up and puts down five shillings, why, another man that thinks less of him, and more of himself, he'll go up and make it a gold ten-shilling piece, or perhaps even a sovereign! I've known Father M'Fadden, sir, to take in as much as L15 in a week in that way." Sergeant Mahony told us a curious tale, too, of the way in which Father M'Fadden dealt with the people of the neighbouring parish of Falcarragh.
He would go down to the parish boundary, if he wanted to address the people of Falcarragh, and stand over the line, with one foot in each parish! At our request Sergeant Mahony made some remarks in Irish; very wooing and winning they were in sound.

Before he left Baron's Court he promised to make out and send me a schedule of the parochial income at Gweedore, under the separate heads of the sources whence it is derived.
Obviously Sergeant Mahony would make a good "devil's advocate" at the canonization of Father M'Fadden.

But, all allowances made for this, one thing would seem to be tolerably clear.