It was
Father Healy, too, who, in posting a newly arrived lady as to
Dublin notabilities, said, "You will find that there are only two
people who count in Dublin, the Lady-Lieutenant and Lady Iveagh,
her Ex. and her double X," for the marks on the barrels of the
delicious beverage brewed by the Guinness family must be familiar
to most people.
I myself heard Father Healy, in criticising a political
appointment which lay between a Welsh and a Scotch M.P., say,
"Well, if we get the Welshman he'll pray on his knees all Sunday,
and then prey on his neighbours the other six days of the week;
whilst if we get the Scotchman hell keep the Sabbath and any other
little trifles he can lay his hand on." Healy, who was parish
priest of Little Bray, used to entertain sick priests from the
interior of Ireland who were ordered sea-bathing. One day he saw
one of his guests, a young priest, rush into the sea, glass in
hand, and begin drinking the sea water. "You mustn't do that, my
dear fellow," cried Father Healy, aghast. "I didn't know that
there was any harm in it, Father Healy," said the young priest.
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