The Rev. Dill-Macky

New Zealand Tablet, 16 August 1906, Page 23

The Rev. Dill-Macky

When Mr. Pickwick was immersed iv the ice-cold water, his friend Winkle cried out to him : ' Keep yourself up for my sake !' Mr. Pickwick was, we may suppose, more abundantly willing to keep his nose over water for his own sake. Judging from a recent issue of his organ, the ' Watchman,' it would appear as if the Rev. Dill-Macky feels himself in hot (or cold) water over his recent story about the Bathurst Presbytery and the Magdalen Home at Tempe. The brethren have been shouting encouragement to him from their place of safety on the bank to keep up the story for their sake. But his reverence has gone under— he has abandoned the enthusiastic and uncritical positiveness with which, on the ' glorious twelfth,' be accepted and retailed the anticonvent calumny of his latest • witness ' against ' Rome '—the convicted female thief and gaol-bird, May Gould, alias Maud Harris. Does the Rev DillMacky scent tribulation ? Or is it a worm (of conscience) 'in his little inside ' that makes him now cry ' willow, tit-willow, tit-willow ' over the discreditable part he played as the mouthpiece of the

light-fingered calumniator of the Good Samaritan nuns at Tempe? Well, perhaps, after all, he may get other fish to fry besides those holy and devoted women whose deadly oflence (in Orange eyes) is the faith they profess and the good they do.