So we manage matters! A pretty church, that old British church, which could not work miracles--quite as helpless as the modern one.

The fools! was birdlime so scarce a thing amongst them ?--and were the properties of warm water so unknown to them, that they could not close a pair of eyes and open them ?" "It's a pity," said I, "that the British clergy at that interview with Austin, did not bring forward a blind Welshman, and ask the monk to operate upon him." "Clearly," said the man in black; "that's what they ought to have done; but they were fools without a single resource." Here he took a sip at his glass.
"But they did not believe in the miracle ?" said I.
"And what did their not believing avail them ?" said the man in black.
"Austin remained master of the field, and they went away holding their heads down, and muttering to themselves.

What a fine subject for a painting would be Austin's opening the eyes of the Saxon barbarian, and the discomfiture of the British clergy! I wonder it has not been painted!--he! he!" "I suppose your church still performs miracles occasionally!" said I.
"It does," said the man in black.

"The Rev.--- has lately been performing miracles in Ireland, destroying devils that had got possession of people; he has been eminently successful.

In two instances he not only destroyed the devils, but the lives of the people possessed--he! he! Oh! there is so much energy in our system; we are always at work, whilst Protestantism is supine." "You must not imagine," said I, "that all Protestants are supine; some of them appear to be filled with unbounded zeal.