‘Do you belave that?’ asked Terrance Mooney.
‘Most certainly, the humblest of God’s creatures is his especial care, and he will gather all his children home in due time,’ said the mate of the brig to the weeping son of the deceased.
‘And no purgatory nather.’
‘If there be any purgatory, my good man, it is here on this earth where there is so much sin and consequent misery.’
‘Arrah, that’s consoulin to be sure if its all true, but the praist tells a mighty dale about that place.’
‘If he would preach more about the love and kindness of our heavenly father, and less of these imaginary places, he would serve the cause of his maker much more faithfully, and lead more sinners to repentance,’ said Channing.
‘Would’nt I be happy if I thought the ould lady had gone to Paradise to live wid the saints?’ said Terrence.
‘Believe me, my good fellow, she’s safe in the hands of the wisdom and power that made her.’
‘That’s consoling to be sure, but here am I, Terrence Moony, wid no mother at all, sure what’s to become of me?’
The thought struck Channing that it wanted yet one man to complete the complement of the brig.