“'M'Loughlin is a Papist—'
“'But Harman is worse,' interrupted Phil; 'for he's a Protestant, and no Orangeman.'
“'I thought,' I replied, 'that nothing could be so bad as a Papist, much less worse.'
“'Oh yes,' said Phil, 'that's worse; because one always knows that a Papist's a Papist—but when you find a Protestant who is not an Orangeman, on my sacred honor, you don't know what to make of him. The Papists are all cowards, too.'
“'Then,' said I, 'you have the less difficulty in keeping them down.'
“'Upon my soul and honor, sir, you don't know how a naked Papist will run from a gun and bayonet. I have often seen it.'
“At this moment a tap came to the door, and a servant man, in Orange livery, announced a gentleman to see Mr. Philip M'Clutchy. I rose to take my departure; but Phil insisted I should stop.
“'Don't go, sir,' said he; 'I have something to propose to you by and by.' I accordingly took my seat.
“When the gentleman entered, he looked about, and selecting Phil, bowed to him, and then to us.
“'Ah, Mr. Hartley! how do you do?' said Val, shaking hands with him; 'and how is your cousin, whom we hope to have the pleasure of beating soon?—ha, ha, ha. Take a seat.'