Howatt and Alexander Laird.21 Islanders were enjoying a free trade treaty with the United States, as well as trade with Great Britain and the West Indies; there were good markets and good prices for their agricultural products. Fear of los- ing that economic advantage certainly was a major factor in their decision not to join Confederation. As far as Islanders were concerned “Confederation would decrease revenue and increase taxation, and as a result prove finan- cially disastrous”22 The name, Patrick Doyle, associated with the above peti— tion for a small debts court at Somerset, refers to Father Patrick Doyle, also known as Dr. Doyle*, who became pastor at St. Malachy’s parish in 1866. For the next twenty- . Patr k oyle (Courtesy of Rev. Francis J. Corcoran) 29 four years he was to become one of its most admired and remembered pastors; in fact, he would become legendary even beyond P.E.I., for his wit and charm. His stories are said to have been enjoyed by Prime Minister John A. Mac— donald, premiers and judges.23 The following story il- lustrates his wit, and provides an interesting insight into how directly the pastor could act to correct a problem in his parish. * He was granted an honorary degree by Laval University in 1889. In one of Dr. Doyle’s missions plied her nefarious vocation one of these troublesome daughters of Mother Eve, known to the country round as the ‘big woman.’ Manya tilt had the good priest with her, and many a sound scolding she got from the altar of the little parish church on Sunday. The parishioners, too, were warned against her; in fact, long before Capt. Boycott gave a new word to the language a parochial boycott was declared against her by her pastor. But not a whit cared she. The so inclined would call to her quarters for “paper collars,” by the way, and her jar was emptied at regular intervals as usual; for there are always careworn brows in every parish, and there’s nothing like a bumper, they say, “to smooth away the wrinkles.” What was to be done to stop this increasing disorder? As a last resort Dr. Doyle called in the power- ful arm of ridicule. The next Sunday the “big woman” was in her place at the church (such characters as she are always punctual in their attendance at “Mass”) as large as life, and wearing the demeanor of one who had carried the day. When the time for making the usual announcements came round the priest delivered himself somewhat as follows: “I hasten to admit, my people, the ‘big women’ has beaten me. I have done