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innumerable pictorial modifications in red, blue, green, and yellow, of 

 the life of the Saviour all stuck indiscriminately on and into the walls. 

 But beyond these manifestations of the true faith, our chapel presents 

 few evidences of the holy uses to which it is dedicated. In lack of a 

 proper, well-proportioned, and decent cross, wherewith its front should 

 have been surmounted, it is rather rudely crowned over the place where 

 there ought to be a door with a withered furze bush, that might have 

 once resembled the form of a cross, but has now neither " shape nor 

 feature." The interior is so small, that the people assembled to hear 

 Father Murphy, for on this occasion there was a grand convocation, 

 are spread out on every side ; some hang on the tops of the walls, others 

 clamber up to the holes intended for windows, and multitudes crowd 

 up the passages designed for ingress and egress. Such was the scene 

 in which the following exposition of the immediate affairs of Ireland 

 was delivered : 



FATHER MURPHY'S ELECTION SERMON. 



You are all called here together to day, boys, in regard of the 

 word of truth, and the rights of ould Ireland. Mind what I say to you. 

 The sorrow's the use of my spaking what's all as one as gospel, unless 

 you attind to me, and go away with something in your heads that a 

 comb couldn't take out. 



Did you ever hear of one Sir Joseph Yorke ? To be sure you didn't ; 

 I'll answer for you. Now, I want to shew you how quare things come 

 about, and how them that speaks agin the blessed sod, more or less, are 

 sure of coming in for their ha'purth of shame one day or another. Sir 

 Joseph Yorke was a mimber of Parliament, and a rolicking fellow he 

 was, that thought no more of saying what kem uppermost in his mouth, 

 than you would think of making a bowl of broth out of a bull turkey 

 and a whisp of cabbage. Well, this Sir Joseph Yorke once took it into 

 his ould noggin to tell them in the House of Commons, that there was 

 only one way to settle Ireland and what way do you think that was? 

 I suppose poor sowls, you think he told them to send us over plenty to 

 eat and to drink, and enough of money to swear by, and something over. 

 It's there you're out, every mother's son of you. No such thought was 

 upon him ; but I'll tell you what he told them. " Take Ireland," says 

 he (just as if it was a sod of turf, or a lump of a stone, or a dead dog), 

 "and souse it under the water of the sea for four- and- twenty hours, and 

 I'll be bound," says he, slapping the table with his dirty hand, " that 

 when you take it up again, it will be as quiet as a mouse/' Och ! then, 

 boys, did you ever hear the like o' that since the creation of the world ? 

 Sure enough, you'd be as quiet as mice if you were buried under water 

 for half the time ; but you see he forgot in regard of the church, that 

 it wasn't in him to drown the Holy church, which couldn't be drowned, 

 or burnt, or turned upside down, or molested in any manner whatever, 

 by him or any of his sort ; and if he had daared to sink ould Ireland, 

 the cross of the world would rise up through the water if it was twice 

 as deep, and the clargy would come up along with it, and they'd walk 

 over the sea ever until they'd come to England, and there they'd make 

 such a tearing ruction about their ears, that they'd soon be glad to fish 

 up the place agin, and put it just where they found it, without as much 

 as a rint of an ould skreed of grass upon it. Well, but what happens 

 this same Yorke the other day, boys ? Now, I give you leave to guess 



