of the Pope as they were; that he could easily get rid of them by paying them their year’s wages, and they would go elsewhere to work; but that, while in his house, they insisted on perfect religious and mental independence.  “And in future,” said they, “we expect to see cooked and on the table, on Fridays and fast days, such food as we can partake of without scruple of conscience, or violating the rules of the Catholic religion, of which we are unworthy members.”

“This is strange,” said Gulvert; “why did you not tell me ye belonged to Rome, and were Irish?”

“Why did we not tell you?  Because you did not ask us.  And besides, boss, you hired us to work, and not to worship or believe according to your notion.”

“I have never before kept a Papist to work for me,” said he, drawing a heavy sigh.

“Well, boss, you can’t know much about them, then.  Perhaps you will be agreeably disappointed, and find that, if we do not join your very long prayers, we will work as well as the most red-hot Presbyterian.”

“I am much in doubt about that,” said the boss.

“Why so, boss?  Can we not handle the plough, use the scythe, or the cradle as well as if we were of your school of heresy?”

“I allow; but the good book says that ’men don’t gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles;’ so I am afraid my crops would not prosper, if religious men were not employed in my fields.”

“O, you need not be alarmed, boss.  God makes his sun to shine on the good and the bad; and though we Papists appear very wicked in your pious Presbyterian eyes, or in those of your amiable Methodist lady here, we will guaranty your crops will be as good as those of your neighbors, otherwise we will ask no pay.  Ain’t this fair?”

“Yes; but the good book, you know.  The Bible says so plainly,” answered the wife, “that men gather not grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles.”

“Bless you, madam,” said the elder Devlin, “you are mistaken in the meaning of that text, which has a figurative sense, and has no reference to corn, pumpkins, rye, or any other crop that your farm produces.”

She shook her head in dissent to this speech, and in a most sanctified tone said, “Our minister, Dr. Waistcoat, always applied that text to the Papists when advising us against employing Romanist hired help.”

“That only proved him a booby, madam,” said Devlin.  “That text partly alludes to the Presbyterian sect, and partly to the Methodist, to which you belong.”

“I would like to see how you can show that,” said she, affecting great learning in such interpretations.