PADDY'S NEW CATECHISM.
Tom. Of all the opinions professed in religion tell me now, Paddy, of what profession art thou?
Teag. Arra, dear shoy, my religion was too weighty a matter to carry out of mine own country: I was afraid that you English Presbyterians should pluck it away from me.
Tom. What, Paddy, was your religion such a load that you could not carry it along with you?
Teag. Yes, that it was, but I carried it always about with me when at home, my sweet cross upon my dear breast, bound to my dear button hole.
Tom. And what manner of worship did you perform by that?
Teag. Why, I adored the cross, the pope, and the priest, cursed Oliver as black as crow, and swears myself a cut throat against all Protestants and church of Englandmen.
Tom. And what is the matter but you would be a church of Englandmen, or a Scotch Presbyterian yourself, Paddy?
Teag. Because it is unnatural for an Irishman: but had Shaint Patrick been a Presbyterian, I had been the same.
Tom. And for what reason would you be a Presbyterian then, Paddy?