Ah, then, sir, did you observe," he added, "how he confessed to heaping the creel of turf for the Farrells, and crying with poor Widow Magowran ?" The stranger could have told him that, if he had seen the comical wink which the aforesaid Mat had given to one of the servant-maids, as he reported his own sympathy and benevolence to his master, he might probably have somewhat restricted his encomium upon him.
"I can't say, sir," he replied, "that I paid particular attention to the dialogue between you." "Bless me," exclaimed Father Peter, "what am I about?
Walk into the parlor, sir.

Why should I have kept you standing here so long?
Pray, take a seat, sir.

You must think me very rude and forgetful of the attention due to a gentleman of your appearance." "Not at all, sir," replied the other, seating himself--"I rather think you were better engaged and in higher duties than any that are likely to arise from my communication with you." "Well, sir," replied the priest, smiling, "that you know is yet to be determined on; but in the mane time I'll be happy to hear your business, whatever it is; and, indeed, from your looks, although the Lord knows they're often treacherous, I tell you that if I can stretch a point to sarve you I will; provided always that I can do so with a good conscience, and provided also that I find your character and conduct entitle you to it.

So, then, I say, let us have at the business you spake of, and to follow up this proposition with suitable energy, what's your name and occupation?
for there's nothing like knowing the ground a man stands on.

I know you're a stranger in this neighborhood, for I assure you there is not a face in the parish but I am as well acquainted with as my own, and indeed a great deal betther, in regard that I never shave with a looking-glass.