The farmers, the landholders of all descriptions, the cottiers, the daily laborers, and the very domestic servants, have all joined this conspiracy, and sworn neither to pay tithes themselves nor to allow others to pay them.

They compare the established church to a garrison; and although the law prevents them from openly destroying it by force, they swear that they'll starve it out." "Eh!" said Turbot, starting, "what's that you say?
Starve us out! What an infamous and unconstitutional project! What a diabolical procedure! But I forgot--bravo, Purcel! This was all the case before upon your own showing." "Well, sir," returned Purcel, "there was at least this difference, that I was able to get something out of them then, but devil a copper can I get out o' them now.

I think you'll admit, sir, that this fact gives some weight to my argument." "You don't mean to say, Purcel," replied the other, from whose chin the rosy tint gradually paled away until it assumed that peculiar hue which is found inside of a marine shell, that is to say, white with a dream of red barely and questionably visible; "you don't mean to say, my good friend Purcel, that you have no money for me on this occasion ?" "By no means, sir," replied the proctor.

"Money I have got for you, no doubt--money I have got certainly." The double chin once more assumed its natural hue of celestial rosy red." "Upon my honor, Purcel," he replied, "I have not temper for this; it seems to me that you take particular delight in wantonly tampering with my feelings.

I am really quite tired of it.