Such was Father Roche, as the pastor of a large but poor flock, who had few sympathies to expect, save those which this venerable man was able to afford them.

Very different from him, on the other hand, was his curate, the Rev.Patrick M'Cabe, or M'Flail, as he was nicknamed by the Orangemen of the parish, in consequence of a very unsacerdotal tendency to use the horsewhip, as a last resource, especially in cases where reason and the influence of argument failed.

He was a powerful young man, in point of physical strength, but as his temperament was hot and choleric, the consciousness of this strength often led him, under its impulse, in desperate cases, to a mode of reasoning, which, after all, no man more than himself subsequently regretted.

Zealous he unquestionably was, but beyond the bounds prescribed by a spirit of Christian moderation.

I know not how it happened, but the Orangeman hated him with an intensity of detestation, which, however, he paid back to them tenfold.