'Stones and dirt are good enough for them to eat,' sez the British government.
'Give them prayers,' say the priests.

And so they die like flies in the highways and hedges, but with 'all the comforts of the Holy Church'!" Father Cahill's voice thrilled with indignation as he said: "I'll not stand and listen to ye talk that way, Frank O'Connell." "I've often noticed that those who are the first to PREACH truth are the last to LISTEN to it," said the agitator drily.
"Where would Ireland be to-day but for the priest?
Answer me that.
Where would she be?
What has my a here been?
I accepted the yoke of the Church when I was scarcely your age.

I've given my life to serving it.
To help the poor, and to keep faith and love for Him in their hearts.
To tache the little children and bring them up in the way of God.

I've baptised them when their eyes first looked out on this wurrld of sorrows.

I've given them in marriage, closed their eyes in death, and read the last message to Him for their souls.