“'Ah, sir!' says the friar, 'you little know who you're talking to, if you think so. I happened to be collecting a taste of oats, with the permission of my friend Doctor Corrigan here, for I'm but a poor friar, sir, and dropped in _by mere accident_; but, you know the hospitality of our country, Squire; and that's enough--go they would not allow me, and I was mintioning to this young gintleman, your son, how we collected the oats, and he insisted on my calling--a generous, noble child! I hope, sir, you have got proper instructors for him?' “'Yes,' said the Squire; 'I'm taking care of that point.' “What do you think, sir, but he insists on my calling over to-morrow, that he may give me his share of oats, as I told him that I was a friar, and that he was a little parishioner of mine: but I added, that that wasn't right of him, without his papa's consent.' “'Well, sir,' says the Squire, 'as he has promised, I will support him; so if you'll ride over to-morrow, you shall have a sack of oats--at all events I shall send you a sack in the course of the day.' “'I humbly thank you, sir,' says Father Rooney and I thank my noble little parishioner for his generosity to the poor old friar--God mark you to grace, my dear; and wherever you go, take the ould man's blessing along with you.' “They then bid us good-night, and we rose and saw them to the door. “Father Corrigan now appeared to be getting sleepy. While this was going on, I looked about me, but couldn't see Mary. The tailor was just beginning to get a little hearty once more. Supper waa talked of, but there was no one that could ate anything; even the friar, was against it. The clergy now got their horses, the friar laving his oats behind him; for we promised to send them home, and something more along with them the next day. Father James was roused up, but could hardly stir with a _heddick_. Father Corrigan was correct enough; but when the friar got up, he ran a little to the one side, upsetting Sonsy Mary that sat a little beyond him. He then called over my mother-in-law to the dresser, and after some collogin (* whispering) she slipped two fat fowl, that had never been touched, into one of his coat pockets, that was big enough to hould a leg of mutton. My father then called me over and said, 'Shane,' says he, 'hadn't you better slip Father Rooney a bottle or two of that whiskey; there's plenty of it there that wasn't touched, and you won't be a bit the poorer of it, may be, this day twelve months.' I accordingly dropped two bottles of it into the other pocket, so that his Reverence was well balanced any how. “'Now,' said he, 'before I go, kneel down both of you, till I give you my benediction.' “We accordingly knelt down, and he gave us his blessing in Latin before he bid us good-night!