Such was the difference in the character of these two worthies.
After Smellpriest had drawn off his men, the bishop concluded the ceremony of the mass; but when he turned round to announce its conclusion in the words, _ite, missa est_, there was not a soul before him, the terrified congregation, as we have said, having all betaken themselves to flight.

Reilly then assisted him to unrobe, and placed the vestments, the chalice, pix, and every thing connected with the ceremony, in a pair of saddle-bags, which belonged to the parish priest, whose altar was then closed, as we said, by proclamation.
Reilly and the bishop then proceeded to the farmer's house, Reilly carrying the saddlebags, and as they went along the following conversation took place between them: "My lord," said his companion, "if I might presume to advise you, I think it would be more prudent for you to retire to the Continent for a time.

This ferocious captain, who, subdued by the sublime tenor of your conduct, spared you on this occasion, may not under other and less impressive circumstances, exercise a similar forbearance." "But, my dear Reilly," replied the bishop, in a tone of deep melancholy, "I am not in circumstances to go to the Continent; I am poor; most of my available money I have distributed among the unhappy people, until I am now nearly as poor as themselves; but, independently of that, I do not think it would be right to abandon the charge which God has entrusted to my keeping.

The shepherd should not desert his flock, especially in the moment of danger, when the wolves ire abroad." "But, my lord," replied Reilly, "under the present circumstances of the country your residence here can be of no service to them.

The chapels are all closed, and public worship forbidden by law.