“In the morning the battle opened; one line of black angels stretched clear across heaven, and faced another line of white angels, with a walley between.
“Everyone had a spaking-trumpet in his hand, like you see in the pictures, and they called aich other hard names across the walley. As the white angels couldn’t swear or use bad langwidge, Ould Nick’s army had at first in that way a great advantage. But when it came to hurling hills and shying tunderbolts at aich other the black angels were bate from the first.
“Poor little Thaddeus Flynn stood amongst his own, in the dust and the crash and the roar, brave as a lion. He couldn’t hurl mountains, nor was he much at flinging lightning bolts, but at calling hard names he was aquil to the best.
“I saw him take off his coat, trow it on the ground, and shake his pipe at a thraymendous angel. ‘You owdacious villain,’ he cried, ‘I dare you to come half way over!’ he says.
“My, oh, my, whin the armies met together in the rale handy grips, it must have been an illegent sight!” says Father Cassidy. “’Tis a wondher you kep’ out of it,” says he.
“I always belayved,” says the King, “that if he
