The Station; The Party Fight and Funeral; The Lough Derg Pilgrim

Our readers are to suppose the Reverend Philemy M'Guirk, parish priest of Tir-neer, to be standing upon the altar of the chapel, facing the congregation, after having gone through the canon of the Mass; and having nothing more of the service to perform, than the usual prayers with which he closes the ceremony. "Take notice, that the Stations for the following week will be held as follows: - "On Monday, in Jack Gallagher's of Corraghnamoddagh. Are you there, Jack?" "To the fore, yer Reverence." "Why, then, Jack, there's something ominous-something auspicious-to happen, or we wouldn't have you here; for it's very seldom that you make part or parcel of this present congregation; seldom are you here, Jack, it must be confessed: however, you know the old classical proverb, or if you don't, I do, which will just answer as well-Non semper ridet Apollo-it's not every day Manus kills a bullock; so, as you are here, be prepared for us on Monday." "Never fear, yer Reverence, never fear; I think you ought to know that the grazin' at Corraghnamoddagh's not bad."