The Cross and the Shamrock: Or, How To Defend The Faith. An Irish-American Catholic Tale Of Real Life, Descriptive Of The Temptations, Sufferings, Trials, And Triumphs Of The Children Of St. Patrick In The Great Republic Of Washington. A Book For The Entertainment And Special Instructions Of The Catholic Male And Female Servants Of The United States.Quigley, Hugh
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The Cross and the Shamrock: Or, How To Defend The Faith. An Irish-American Catholic Tale Of Real Life, Descriptive Of The Temptations, Sufferings, Trials, And Triumphs Of The Children Of St. Patrick In The Great Republic Of Washington. A Book For The Entertainment And Special Instructions Of The Catholic Male And Female Servants Of The United States.
Quigley, Hugh
Catholics -- United States -- Fiction; Irish Americans -- Fiction
"But it is not so in the cities, Murty," continued Paul; "and it will
not be so here long; for now railroads are building, light, and
liberality, and, I trust, charity, are extending their influence. We
must do our part, by being good, and virtuous, and prudent; try to gain
them by our good example, rather than by argumentative or angry
discussion. 'They know not what they do' when they contemn, or attempt
to stop the progress of, our faith. They are a naturally good and
kind-hearted people; as witness how they assist the sick and give
hospitality. Such virtues must ultimately gain for them the grace of
conversion. The greatest obstacle in their way is the low cunning of the
unprincipled parsons, who, from being peddlers, and poor, shiftless
mechanics, without any proper discipline or preparation, take to the
less laborious trade of preaching. Pray for them, Murty--pray for them."
"I have a far stronger inclination to curse them," said Murty.
"Fie, fie, Murty; that is not Christian."
"That I know," said Murty; "but have you heard that I have been cheated
out of near two hundred dollars by my employer, and all through the
influence of a villanous parson who got divorced from his wife, on
account of a short answer I made him?"
"What was the answer, Murty? I suppose it must be droll."
"One day," said Murty, "this Parson Boorman dined where I worked for two
years, and, to convert me from the error of my ways for observing
abstinence on Friday, commenced saying, 'Don't you see, Murty, how
foolish and unreasonable you act? You eat butter and use milk that come
from the cow, and you refuse to eat her flesh. It's all the same, my
Irish friend,' continued the dominie, pitying my ignorance. 'I have no
great desire, Mr. Dominie,' said I, 'now, for controversy, being
fatigued after my hard day's work; though it takes but little learning
to refute your profound logic. If there is no difference between
drinking milk and eating flesh, then you may as well eat your mother's
flesh, parson, as suck her breast; and as you, I expect, have done the
latter, therefore, dominie, you must be a cannibal. How do you like
this?' said I.
"'O,' said the dominie, 'the butter, you know, that comes from the cow,
what do you say to that?' 'I say, parson, that there is another
substance besides butter that comes from the cow, and you would not like
to dine on it.' At this the whole company laughed outright in his face,
and from that time to this the dominie never ceased to persecute me."
"That was a very queer way you took to silence the dominie," said Paul;
"but I presume, after that ludicrous answer, you met with very little
religious controversy afterwards."
"That's true," said Murty; "but I have suffered the loss of my wages
through the unrelenting malice of the Presbyterian dominie."
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