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salvation. He told the reader, that he must go on 

 the morrow to see his child, at Finchley common ; 

 and, therefore, could not attend church till the eve- 

 ning, and he continued searching the scriptures 

 with him until a very late hour, expressing the joy 

 and peace he felt in believing. 



At seven o'clock next morning he was obliged to 

 go out with medicines, to his master's patients ; 

 between nine and ten, he went to eat his breakfast 

 in his comfortless home. Here he was most 

 fiercely assailed, on the two points that they con- 

 stantly insisted on — to give up his bible, and to go 

 to mass. Doghery refused : they attacked him, and 

 struck him, but he only entreated their forbearance : 

 he raised not his hand, except to ward off some of 

 their blows — in ten minutes he was pitched out 

 into the street, a mangled corpse — His head and 

 side both laid open by blows from a plasterer's 

 shovel; one arm and several ribs broken: and all 

 the upper part of his body black with bruises. 

 The poor Irishman, had sealed with his blood the 

 tsstimony of that truth which he held : he had 

 joined the noble army of martyrs, and entered into 

 the joy of his Lord. 



Many a tear have I shed over the leaves of 

 Doghery's little bible, as I marked the print of his 

 soiled fingers in those pages which he loved to 

 ponder upon. The Gospel and Epistles of St. 

 John, and that of St. Paul to the Hebrews, bore 



