"
As soon as his reverence paused, a buzz of admiration ran through the
chapel, accompanied by that peculiar rapid noise made by the lower class
of an Irish Roman Catholic congregation, when their feelings of awe,
astonishment, or piety, are excited by the preacher.[4]
[4] This sound, which is produced by a quick motion of the tongue
against the teeth and roof of the mouth, may be expressed thus;
"tth, tth, tth, tth, tth."
Father Frank having taken breath, and wiped his forehead, resumed his
address.
"I'm going to change my subject now, and I expect attintion. Shawn Barry!
Where's Shawn Barry?"
"Here, your Rivirence," replies a voice from the depth of the crowd.
"Come up here, Shawn, 'till I examine you about your Catechism and
docthrines."
A rough-headed fellow elbowed his way slowly through the congregation, and
moulding his old hat into a thousand grotesque shapes, between his huge
palms, presented himself before his pastor, with very much the air of a
puzzled philosopher.
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