“Speak not haughtily. Discourse not noisily. Mock not, insult not, deride not the old. Think not ill of any. Make no demands that cannot be met. Receive submissively the instructions of the wise. Be mindful of the admonitions of the old. Follow the decrees of your fathers. Be not cold-hearted to friends; but against your foes be vigorous. Avoid dishonourable disputes in your many contests. Be not a tattler and abuser. Waste not, hoard not, alienate not. Submit to reproof for unbecoming deeds. Do not sacrifice justice to the passions of men. Be not lazy lest you become weakened, be not importunate lest you become contemptible.” “Do you consent to follow these counsels?” the distinguished tutor asked. To which the prince made answer, “These precepts without exception are worthy to be observed. All men will see that none of them shall be neglected. They shall be executed, if it be possible.” Little wonder that in later Christian times the old pagan hero was held in high esteem, and even exalted into a medium for the conversion of King Laoghaire, whom the preaching of St. Patrick himself failed to convince. In the “Phantom Chariot of Cuchulinn” it is related that Patrick went to Tara to enjoin belief upon the King of Erin, that is, upon Laoghaire, son of Nial, for he was King of Erin at the time, and would not believe in the Lord, though he had preached unto him. “By no means will I believe in thee, nor yet in God,” said the heathen monarch to the saint, “until thou shalt call up Cuchulinn in all his dignity, as he is recorded in the old stories, that I may see him, and that I may address him in my presence here; after that I will believe in thee.” Upon this St. Patrick conjured up the hero, so that he appeared to the King in his chariot as of old. Laoghaire’s description of Cuchulinn as thus seen in his phantom chariot is even more graphic than that of the maid in the Wooing of Eimer. The spectre proved a most earnest preacher, endeavouring to persuade his royal hearer to believe in God and Patrick, and so escape the pains of hell, of which it appears he had had some experience. My little body was scarred— With Lugaid the victory: Demons carried off my soul Into the red charcoal. I played the swordlet on them, I plied on them the gae-bolga; I was in my concert victory With the demon in pain. Great as was my heroism, Hard as was my sword, The devil crushed me with one finger Into the red charcoal. It is somewhat ludicrous to read that he practised the gaebolg even on the spiteful units of the under world, though apparently with less success than on Ferdia and the rest. The tale consistently enough concludes that “great was the power of Patrick in awakening Cuchulinn, after being nine fifty years in the grave.”