The poor prelate I pity; and I regret I did not understand him sooner.

His mind, I fear, is gone." "Why, I didn't understand him myself," replied the priest; "because this was the first symptom he has shown of any derangement in his intellect, otherwise I would no more have contradicted him than I would have cut my left hand off." "There is, however, a man--a clergyman here, called Hennessy; who is he, and what has been his life ?" "Why," replied the other, "I have heard nothing to his disadvantage.

He is a quiet, and, it is said, a pious man--and I think he is too.

He is naturally silent, and seldom takes any part in our conversation.

He says, however, that his concealment here bears hard upon him, and is depressing his spirits every day more and more.