Such is a pretty full sketch of a large class which existed at a former period in the Established Church of Ireland.  Mr. Lucre was, besides, what may be termed one of the first fruits of that which is called modern sanctity or saintship, being about two-thirds of the Tory and High Churchman, and one of the Evangelical.

In the same parish of Castle Cumber resided two other clergyman of a different creed and character; the Rev. James Roche, the venerable parish priest, was one of those admirable pastors whose lives are the most touching and beautiful exponent of the Christian faith.  In this amiable man were combined all these primitive virtues which are so suitable, and, we may add, necessary, to those who are called upon to mingle with the cares and affections, joys and sufferings, of an humble people.  Without pride, beyond the serene simplicity which belonged to his office, he yet possessed the power of engaging the affections and respect of all who knew him, whether high or low.  With the poor, and those entrusted to his spiritual charge, were all his sympathies, both as a man and a pastor.  His, indeed, was no idle charge, nor idly, nor with coldness or pride, were its duties entered upon or performed.  His little purse and small means were, less his own than the property of the poor around him; his eye was vigilant of want and of sorrow, of crime and frailty—­and wherever the painful rebuke, the humble and the consoling word was necessary, there stood he to I administer it.  Such was Father Roche, as the pastor of a large but poor flock, who had few sympathies to expect, save those which this venerable man was able to afford them.  Very different from him, on the other hand, was his curate, the Rev. Patrick M’Cabe, or M’Flail, as he was nicknamed by the Orangemen of the parish, in consequence of a very unsacerdotal tendency to use the horsewhip, as a last resource, especially in cases where reason and the influence of argument failed.  He was a powerful young man, in point of physical strength, but as his temperament was hot and choleric, the consciousness of this strength often led him, under its impulse, in desperate cases, to a mode of reasoning, which, after all, no man more than himself subsequently regretted.  Zealous he unquestionably was, but beyond the bounds prescribed by a spirit of Christian moderation.  I know not how it happened, but the Orangeman hated him with an intensity of detestation, which, however, he paid back to them tenfold.  His vast strength, which had been much improved by a strong relish for athletic exercises, at which he was unrivaled, when joined to a naturally courageous and combative temperament, often prompted him to manifest, in cases of self-defence, the possession of powers which they feared to call into exercise.  This disposition, however, which, after all, was not so unnatural, he properly restrained and kept I in subjection; but, in order to compensate for it, he certainly did pepper them, in his polemical discourses, with a vehemence of abuse, which, unquestionably, they deserved at his hands—­and got.  With the exception of too much zeal in religious matters, his conduct was, in every other respect, correct and proper.