midnight
Oh , wirra , wirra ! ' ``` What is it , ye ould fool ? ' said M'Kenny . ``` It 's Father Con Doran , your reverence , that was buried last week , and there he is up now , coffin and all , saying a midnight Mass as lively as ever . ' `` Poor Mrs. Rogers , God help her ! It was a trying sight for her when the priest and the two coadjutors and three little boys and the sexton all came in to lay her spirit ; and the shock she received that night , they say , she never got over . `` Need I say , my dear O'Mealey , that our acquaintance with Mrs. Rogers was closed ?