of pride and pauperism, still operating amongst the fallen classes of the royal race of O'Sullivan. When the formation of roads became an object of public exertion in that quarter, he happened to pass by a small party of labourers just at their dinner hour -all were sitting sociably together, consuming their humble but warm meal, which their wives and families had brought-but one was sitting apart and alone disconsolate on a rock. "How comes it, my honest fellow, that you are not as well provided as your neighbours, have you no wife to bring you your dinner?" "Troth then, it is I that have a wife, and that 's the case as why my dinner is not after coming." "Oh, poor woman! I suppose she is lying-in, or she is sick?" "Arra musha not at all, your honour; troth she is neither sick, nor sore, nor sorry I'll be bound, master, she is as big and as brave a body as any man's wife from Bear to Bantry-but I'll tell you, master, what's the matter-she's a lady." "A lady -why, what do you mean by a lady?" "Arra

now don't you know-sure she's of the thick blood, she comes of the O'Sullivans." "Well, but lady as she is, the O'Sullivans must eat -she's not above dining-she has mouth and teeth like other people."-"Oh! then it is she that has-eat-och, then let Biddy O'Sullivan alone for that, a better man than ever I was, she would eat out of house and home; and then Sir, she would break the Bank in drinking tay. But though, Sir, she will eat dinner with me, aye, and after me-she is not the one to bring it to a poor body that's after working all the day-that would be bringing down her quality stomach too much, your honour-by this pipe I hould in my fist, she would as soon carry Sugar Loaf on her head, or Hungry Hill in her hand, as bring me (and I have been a good man to her) my dinner." "This is a strange story, friend." "Strange is it?-why it's as true as you are there." "Well, but if she don't work or go abroad, she is surely a good wife at home— she knits your stockings, she mends, she makes for you."-"Och, the sorrow one

stitch-knit my stockings, wash, mend, make, for me!-may I never sit under Father Mahony's knee, or ever see mass, if one hole in my stockings she ever darned, or even one needle-full of thread did she ever fill in mending or making for me." "It would appear then, that you have a heavy bargain of this lady wife of your's." “Why,

what signifies complaining, sure she's mine, and it's the will of God, and that's enough. But harkee, your honour, (and here the poor fellow lowered his voice to a whisper, and inclined his head towards my ear, lest any of the royal O'Sullivans should overhear,) by the powers, if it were to be done over again, I'd sooner go on board a man of war, and live under a cat-o'-nine-tails, than be married to a LADY."

I assure you, my good reader, I made a valliant attempt to get out of Glengariff-I was desirous in order to avoid a distance of forty miles by Macroom and Mill-street, to get over the mountain chain that divides Cork from Kerry-and over which there is a pass

not very practicable for horsemen : but for a wheel-carriage, there were twenty opinions for and against its feasibility. Come, says my hospitable entertainer at Glengariff Castle, never fear your gig, I will send a gang of men that shall help to push it up the mountain, and when it gets to the top, what with ropes and hand-spikes they can let it down into Kerry. Accordingly I accepted of his offer, and set out on the first of April to pass over the mountains. Some as I set out seemed to look as if I were about to make an April fool of myself; but out I set, accompanied by my escort of men, and by two dear friends, who determined not to desert me until I was deposited in the kingdom of Kerry. I would run the risk of wrecking the best gig that ever rolled, to see the interior of this sublime mountain scene.

So taking leave, reluctantly enough, of Glengariff, out I set with my escort, and commenced the ascent of the mountain chain, and we had not proceeded far along the road, or rather horse-path, until the necessity

of precaution, and of abundant help of men became evident. Here a broken bridge, over whose ruins my fragile vehicle was to be lifted-there a quagmire across the road, over which my poor mare was obliged to jump upon stepping stones : indeed the poor experienced animal, who had drawn me many a thousand miles, and who, if she could hold a pen with her hoof, might be able to write as good a tour as her master-she, as passing over these uncouth places, with her ears thrown back, and a very hesitating sort of countenance, now and then looked me full in the face, and all as one as said, Master, where are you bringing me, fool as you are, risking a good gig, and better mare, in such a dangerous enterprize; and, indeed, at this very instant, the foreboding looks of my worthy friend and long tried companion, seemed realized; for, just as we were attempting to pass what was once designed to be a bridge, the poor animal's foot forced its way through an orifice in the arch, and if the poor creature had not been cool and steady,