“And if it was, even, so much the worse, to be telling it in the chapel, and to his flock--very improper in a priest, very extraordinary conduct!” Father Jos worked himself up to a high pitch of indignation, and railed and smoked for some time, while O’Shane and Ormond joined in defending M’Cormuck, and his address to his flock--and even his dining with the new clergyman of the parish. Father Jos gave up and had his punch. The result of the--whole was, that Ormond proposed to pay his respects the next morning to Dr. Cambray. “Very proper,” said O’Shane: “do so--fit you should--you are of his people, and you are acquainted with the gentleman--and I’d have you go and show yourself safe to him, that we’ve made no tampering with you.” Father Jos could not say so much, therefore he said nothing. O’Shane continued, “A very exact church-goer at the little church there you’ve always been, at the other side of the lake--never hindered--make what compliment you will proper for me--say I’m too old and clumsy for morning visitings, and never go out of my islands. But still I can love my neighbour in or out of them, and hope, in the name of peace, to be on good terms. Sha’n’t be my fault if them tithes come across. Then I wish that bone of contention was from between the two churches. Meantime, I’m not snarling, if others is not craving: and I’d wish for the look of it, for your sake, Harry, that it should be all smooth; so say any thing you will for me to this Dr. Cambray,--though we are of a different faith, I should do any thing in rason.” “Rason! what’s that about rason?” said Father Jos: “I hope faith comes before rason.” “And after it, too, I hope, Father,” said Corny. Father Jos finished his punch, and went to sleep upon it.