Ah, what a purty boy you are, and what a deludin' face you've got." "So the priest's doin' you--he's the man can pluck a fat goose, Bob." "Don't talk of pluckin' geese--you have taken some feathers out o' the Bible blades, to all accounts.

How do you expect to be saved by joining an open heresy ?" "Whisht, you hathen, that has taken to idolathry bekase Father M'Cabe made an ass of you by a thrick that every one knows.

But I tell you to your brazen face, that you'll be worse yet than ever you were." "You disgraced your family by turnin' apostate, and we know what for.
Little Solomon, the greatest rogue unhanged, gave you the only grace you got or ever will get." "Why, you poor turncoat, isn't the whole country laughin' at you, and none more than your own friends.

The great fightin' Orangeman and blood-hound turned voteen!--oh, are we alive afther that!" "The blaggard bailiff and swindler turned swadler, hopin' to get a fatter cut from the Bible blades, oh!" "Have you your bades about you?
if you have, I'll throuble you to give us a touch of your Padareen Partha.

Orange Bob at his Padareen Partha! ha, ha, ha." "You know much about Protestantism.