It was only loss of blood that ailed him.

A thief with a pike--one of the chaps they call Poles, bekase of the long sticks they carry with them--stuck the major in the ribs; but Doctor Quill--God reward him! he's a great doctor and a funny divil too--he cured him in no time." "And where is he now, Mike ?" "Just convanient, in a small chapel off the sacristy; and throuble enough we have to keep him quiet.

He gave up the _con_fusion of roses, and took to punch; and faith, it isn't hymns nor paslams [psalms] he's singing all night.

And they had me there, mixing materials and singing songs, till I heard the bell for matins; and what between the punch and the prayers, I never closed my eyes." "What do they call this convent ?" "It is a hard word, I misremember.

It's something like saltpetre.