630 Father Murphy's Sermon on f JUNE, 



antil you won't have as much of a guess left in you, as'd shew the way 

 from this to Terry Phelan's blind mill beyont the bridge. Why, what 

 do you think should happen him, but that instead of drowning ould 

 Ireland, which he couldn't drown, an' let him try his best, he was 

 drownded himself th'other day as easy and complete as you please, while 

 he was out pleasuring himself in the middle of as fine a morning as 

 ever was seen in the habitable globe. Not a word of lie I'm telling 

 you, but the plain truth. And isn't it thrue for me, after this terrible 

 lesson, that them that speaks ill of the country will come to the bad at 

 last. Down he went like a brick-bat from an ould house that was 

 tumbling, and there was no more heard of him, of course, by reason of 

 his being drownded entirely. Isn't that to teach you how you lend 

 yourselves to speeches and hard words upon the mother of you all, and 

 to prove that it isn't for the likes of you to turn thraitors, when even 

 them that are not belonging to you at all arn't safe in their beds, or in the 

 road, or on the land, or the water, by day or by night, when they throw 

 the dirty slander upon the blessed sod. Sure, when the poor wanderer 

 that suffered for many a long day in foreign places kem home in the long 

 run, and his people wouldn't know him, or help him, or do a kind 

 turn for him, because they got proud, and turned their backs upon ould 

 times, the murrain kum immediately upon the cattle of them, and the 

 children died away like rotten stalks, and the ould fell sick, and there 

 wasn't as much as a tester left to bury them, nor a sowl to keen 

 over the dead. And here's the song of the poor crethur that kum home, 

 and was refused a bit df bread at the door it's all from Scripture, 

 boys, and as thrue as you're there 



" Ireland's eye ! the world's wunther! 

 Roorke's daughter that was married to Thunther !" 



Roorke, you see, was the man that shut the door in the poor crethur's 

 face. 



" Ireland's eye !" [Tm reading it agin.]] " the world's wunther ! 



Roorke's daughter that was married to Thunther ! 



I called down to see you, neighbours, nigh the sea brink, 



But not one among you had the goodness for to offer me a drink." 



That's a parable, Mrs. Doyle, and I'm glad to see the tears standin' in 

 your eyes upon the hearing of it. Never a curse of the kind will kum 

 upon you if you only do what's right, and shame the divil. 



The next thing I have to say to you and I hope you'll pay attention 

 to me [I don't care if I do help you out with that same side of bacon 

 that's breaking its heart in the chimney these three months, Shamus 

 Langan mind to send me a piece soon, by way of a sample.] What was 

 I going to say ? Ay, so I was. Well, you know, boys, there's a general 

 election all over the country, and the king's writs are coming down to us 

 as fast as beast can carry them, and every man that has a vote in the 

 place is to come forward and vote for the king. 



Now isn't it the wonder of the world to hear me, Father Murphy, 

 that's teaching you these five-and-twenty years, be the same more or 

 less, that it was lawful and proper in you all to do what you pleased to 

 any king, except the Pope and Dan O'Connell, that you happened to 

 catch after nightfal isn't it wonderful, I say, to hear me telling you to 

 give three cheers for the king ; and what's more than that, nine cheers 

 for the queen ; and as many as you choose for the constitution ? Isn't 



