And in conclusion it reflects to the disrepute of our ministers also, of whose labours we should hope better, and of the proficiency which their flock reaps by them, than that after all this light of the Gospel which is, and is to be, and all this continual preaching, they should still be frequented with such an unprincipled, unedified and laic rabble, as that the whiff of every new pamphlet should stagger them out of their catechism and Christian walking. Could it be that he, Stephen Dedalus, had done those things? His conscience sighed in answer. God spoke to you by so many voices, but you would not hear. His mother put on the oilsheet.