"You should come out," he said, "and fight for your rights. You
should take off your coats like men, and if you do I'll see that
you get your rights," and he looked round for someone to speak.

There was a landlord among the audience, and as he was a Catholic
the priest called upon him to speak. He said that he agreed with
the priest in the main. They should have their pump, if they
wanted a pump; if they didn't, he would suggest that they asked
for something else. Farmer Byrne said he did not want a pump, and
then everyone spoke his mind, and things got mixed. The Catholic
landlord regretted that Father Maguire was against allowing a
poultry-yard to the patients in the lunatic asylum. If, instead of
supplying a pump, the Government would sell them eggs for hatching
at a low price, something might be gained. If the Government would
not do this, the Government might be induced to supply books on
poultry free of charge. It took the Catholic landlord half an hour
to express his ideas regarding the asylum, the pump, and the
duties of the Government, and in this way the priest succeeded in
delaying the departure of the audience till after closing time.
"However fast they walk," he said to himself, "they won't get to
Michael Dunne's public-house in ten minutes, and he will be shut
by then." It devolved upon him to bring the evening's amusement to
a close with a few remarks, and he said:--

"Now, the last words I have to say to you I'll address to the
women. Now listen to me. If you pay more attention to your poultry
you'll never be short of half a sovereign to lend your husbands,
your sons, or your brothers."