“It would seem,” said the priest, “to be an attempt to exterminate the religion of the people by depriving them of their pastors, and consequently of their Church, in order to bring them to the impression that, upon the principle of any Church being better than no Church, they may gradually be absorbed into Protestantism. This seems to be their policy; but how can any policy, based upon such persecution, and so grossly at variance with human liberty, ever succeed? As it is, we go out in the dead hours of the night, when even persecution is asleep, and administer the consolations of religion to the sick, the dying, and the destitute. Now these stolen visits are sweeter, perhaps, and more efficacious, than if they took place in freedom and the open day. Again, we educate their children in the principles of their creed, during the same lonely hours, in waste houses, where we are obliged to keep the windows stuffed with straw, or covered with blinds of some sort, lest a chance of discovery might ensue. Such is the life we lead--a life of want and misery and suffering, but we complain not; on the contrary, we submit ourselves to the will of God, and receive this severe visitation as a chastisement intended for our good.” The necessities of our narrative, however, compel us to leave them here for the present; but not without a hope that they found shelter for the night, as we trust we shall be able to show. CHAPTER IX.--A Prospect of Bygone Times --Reilly's Adventure Continued--Reilly Gets a Bed in a Curious Establishment. We now beg our readers to accompany us to the library of Sir Robert Whitecraft, where that worthy gentleman sits, with a bottle of Madeira before him; for Sir Robert, in addition to his many other good qualities, possessed that of being a private drinker. The bottle, we say, was before him, and with a smile of triumph and satisfaction on his face, he arose and rang the bell. In a few minutes a liveried servant attended it. “Carson, send O'Donnel here.” Carson bowed and retired, and in a few minutes the Red Rapparee entered. “How is this, O'Donnel? Have you thrown aside your uniform?” “I didn't think I'd be called out on duty again to-night, sir.” “It doesn't matter, O'Donnel--it doesn't matter. What do you think of the bonfire?” “Begad, it was a beauty, sir, and well managed.” “Ay, but I am afraid, O'Donnel, I went a little too far--that I stretched my authority somewhat.” “But isn't he a rebel and an outlaw, Sir Robert? and in that case--”