There it is a case of man picked up, maimed and all but unconscious after an accident, screwing up his lips to utter one last "To Hell with the Pope!" before he dies.

I remember listening in Court to the examination of an old Orangeman who had been called as a witness to the peaceable disposition of a friend of his.

"What sort of man," asked the counsel, "would you say Jamie Williamson is ?" "A quiet, decent man." "Is he the sort of man that would be likely to be breaking windows ?" "No man less likely." "Is he the sort of man that you would expect to find at the head of a mob shouting, 'To Hell with the Pope' ?" Witness, with great emphasis: "No.

Certainly not.

Jamie was never any ways a _religious_ man." These bewildering corruptions of sense and sanity overwhelm you at every turn.