The mirth occasioned by this covert, but comical, rebuke, fell
rather humorously upon the two worthy gentlemen, who, being certainly
good-natured and excellent men, laughed heartily.

"That's a neat speech," said the parson, "but not exactly appropriate.
Father Tom and I are quite unworthy of the compliment he has paid us."

"Neat," said Father Tom; "I don't know whether the gentleman has a
profession or not; but from the tone and spirit in which he spoke, I
think that if he has taken up any other than that of his church, he
has missed his vocation. My dear parson, he talks of the light of our
countenances--a light that is lit by hospitality on the one hand, and
moderate social enjoyment on the other. It is a light, however, that
neither of us would exchange for a pale face and an eye that seems to
have something mysterious at the back of it."

"Come, come, Harry," said Lindsay, "you mustn't be bantering these two
gentlemen; as I said of yourself, the longer you know them the better
you will relish them. They have both too much sense to carry religion
about with them like a pair of hawkers, crying out 'who'll buy, who'll
buy;' neither do they wear long faces, nor make themselves disagreeable
by dragging religion into every subject that becomes the topic of
conversation. On the contrary, they are cheerful, moderately social, and
to my own knowledge, with all their pleasantry, are active exponents of
much practical benevolence to the poor. Come, man, take your wine, and
enjoy good company."

"Lindsay," said one of the guests, a magistrate, "how are we to get the
country quiet? Those rapparees and outlaws will play the devil with us
if we don't put them down. That young scoundrel, _Shawn na Middogue_, is