We behold the clergyman and his family in the glebe-house, lately the abode of plenty, comfort, and elegance, a model of domestic happiness and gentlemanly life; but the income of the rector fell off, till he was bereft of nearly all his means.

In order to procure the necessaries of life for his family, he was obliged to part with the cows that gave milk for his household, the horse and car, which were necessary in the remote place where his glebe-house was situated, and everything that could be spared, till at length he was obliged to make his greatest sacrifice, and to send his books--the dear and valued companions of his life--to Dublin, to be sold by auction.

His boys could no longer be respectably clad, his wife and daughters were obliged to part with their jewellery and all their superfluities.

There was no longer wine or medicine, that the mother was accustomed to dispense kindly and liberally to the poor around her, in their sickness and sorrow, without distinction of creed.
The glebe, which once presented an aspect of so much comfort and ease and affluence, now looked bare and desolate and void of life.

But for the contributions of Christian friends at a distance, many of those once happy little centres of Christian civilisation--those well-springs of consolation to the afflicted--must have been abandoned to the overwhelming sand of desolation swept upon them by the hurricane of the anti-tithe agitation.
During this desperate struggle, force was employed on several occasions with fatal effect.