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will live a long time after we are dead; when y go down love with the preiſts, and the good people of our profeſſion.

Tom. And what aſſurance can your prieſts give you of that.

Pady. Arra, dear ſhoy, our prieſt is a great ſhaint, and a good ſhoul, he can repeat a Pater Noſter, and Ava Maria, which will fright the very horned devil himſelf, and make him run for it, until he be like to fall and break his neck.

Tom. And what does he give you when you are dying that makes you come alive again.

Pady. Why he writes a letter upon our tongues, ſealed with a wafer, gives us a ſacrament in our mouth, with a pardon, and's direction in our right hand, who to call for at the ports of Purgatory.

Tom. To whom do they direct the dead.

Pady. Why the Engliſh Romans when they die, are all directed to ſhaint George, the Scots to ſhaint Andrew, the Welch to ſhaint David, and our own dear countrymen, muſt every ſhoul of them go to ſhaint Patrick, but them that have no money to pay the prieſt for a pardon and thoſe that are drowned or die by themſelves in the fields, without a prieſt is loſt, and ſent away as black-guard ſcoundrels to wander up and down while the world ſtands; among the brownies, faries, mermaids, ſea-devils and water kelpies.

Tom. And what money deſign you to give the prieſts for your pardon.

Pady. Dear ſhoy, I wiſh I had, firſt the money, would take for it, I would rather drink it myſelf and then give him, both my bill and my honeſt word, payable in the other world.

Tom. And how them are you to get a paſſage to the other world, or who is to carry you there.

Pady. O my dear ſhoy, Tom, you know nothing of the matter; for, when I die, they will burry my body, fleſh, blood dirt and bones, only my ſkin will be blown up full of wind and ſpirit, my dear ſhoul I mean; and then I will be blown over to the other world, on the wings of the wind; and after that I ſhall never be kill'd