THE PRIEST AND HIS DINNER.

Southern Cross, Volume 1, Issue 11, 10 June 1893, Page 3

THE PRIEST AND HIS DINNER.

An Irish priest was standing at the corner of a square about the hour of dinner, when one of his congregation, observing the worthy father in perplexity, thus addressed him: “ Oh, Father O’Leary how is your riverence?” “ Mightily put out, Pat,” was the reply. “ Out! Who’d put out your riverence?” “Ah, you don’t understand; that is just it. lam invited to dine at one of the houses in this city, and I have forgotten the name, and I never looked at the number, and now it is nearly 1 o’clock.” “ I’ll find out for your riverence.” So saying, aw T ay flew the good-natured Irishman around the square, glancing at the kitchens, and when he discovered anything that denoted hospitality, he thundered at the door and enquired: “ Is Father O’Leary here ? ” As might be expected, again and again he was repulsed. At length an angry footman exclaimed ; “ No, bother on Father O’Leary, he is not. here; but he was to dine here to-day, and the cook is in a rage (and says the dinner will be spoilt. All is waiting for Father O’Leary.” Paddy, leaping from the door as if the steps were on fire, rushed up to the astonished priest, saying: “ I’ve found it. All is right, your riyevence ; you dine at 43, and a mighty good dinner you’ll get. “ Oh, Pat, said the grateful pastor, “ the blessings of a hungry man upon you.” “ Longlife and happiness to your riverence I I hare got your malady; I only wish I had your cure.”