the science of the soul and salvation, as in that of medical science,
the number of impostors and quacks is infinite.

The following dialogue between an Irish Catholic servant and her
_evangelical_ mistress will serve faintly to illustrate what is the
weekly, if not daily, recurrence in tens of thousands of families all
over this "free country":

"You can't go, that's the amount of it, Anne," said Mrs. Warren to an
Irish Catholic servant maid of hers, who heard of the priest's being at
the shanties on this morning.

"Why so, ma'am?" said Anne. "All the girls of the country around are
allowed to go; but I never get a Sunday or holy day to myself. It is too
bad."

"Why don't you come with us to our meeting, where all the decent folks
go, and none of your Irish are present?"

"Many decent folks go to 'Old Harry!'" cried Anne, in anger. "Is that
the reason I must go too?"

"Anne, your obstinacy in refusing to join our family worship has made me
resolve not to let you go to hear the old priest. And your refusal to
attend to the sermon of our preacher, Mr. Scullion, has also displeased
me much. I mean to punish you according."

"Why should I go hear the old sinner's stuff," said Anne, "when your own
sons laugh at him and say he is a fool? Besides, I am told he is ever
abusing the Catholics, and I heartily despise his nonsensical, lying