CONVARSION OF FATHER CASSIDY
of horse’s hoofs and the sound of maylodious music, he jumped into the ditch and lay close within the shadow.
Who should come canthering up the starlit road but Father Cassidy, on his big black hunter, Terror.
Wullum looked for the musicianers who were singing and playing the enthrancing music, but sorra one could he see, and what was more, the sounds came from the air high above Father Cassidy’s head.
“’Tis the angels guarding the good man,” says Wullum.
Sure ’twas only the Good People escorching his Riverence from Darby O’Gill’s house, and to cheer him on his way, singing the while, “Believe me, if all those endearing young charms.”
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