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passions, which found venl in imprecations, uttered 

 in Iri.sh, with an occasional kick or blow. The 

 faces ihaL laughed upon me, from within the low, 

 wide, well-glazed windows, were yet more appall- 

 ing to my sighl : but I was ashamed to draw back, 

 — M. had told me that we were to convey relief 

 to a suffering child of God ; and on such a mis- 

 sion, to a sick, persecuted convert from popery 

 too, we might reckon on whatever discouragement 

 the enemy was permitted to cast across our path. 

 We walked hastily through a long passage, leav- 

 ing the tap-room on our left, and mounted some 

 wide stairs ; then turned to a narrow flight, half- 

 way up which, all being dark, M. tapped at a side- 

 door. It was opened by a woman of no very pre- 

 possessing countenance, alihough her manner dis- 

 played the excess of servility and adulation. M. 

 passed her, advancing to a low bedstead, where 

 lay an old man, whose noble expansion of fore- 

 head, and singularly fine countenance attracted me 

 at once ; but when he put forth his hands, to clasp 

 that of his benefactor, I drew back with horror 

 from a spectacle such as I never before or since 

 beheld. The old man liad suffered from rheuma- 

 tism in so dreadful a degree, that the last joint of 

 each finger was reversed, or bent backward, so as 

 to make the ends stand out in a most frightful man- 

 ner, the second or middle joint being as firmly fix- 

 ed in a crooked position, as though the fingers 



