and cut off the young men's noses."*

So off they set, and came to yonder pretty lake: "take now, Denis, a wisp of that plant you have in your hand, and whisk it well in the water of this lake, and wait a bit, and you will see what will happen." So Denis did as he was bid, and after waiting and chatting a while with the fairy, he was bid to go, and in the palm of his hand to take a sup of the water. So down he went, and lifting what he could take up in the hollow of his fist, he cried out "by the powers of pewter, please your honour and glory, it's the best beer that ever was brewed-it's as strong as malt can make it. Och then, isn't it the greatest pity in the world, I have not the piggin to bring home a drop to Judy and the childer." So

*The Danes after their conquest of Ireland imposed a heavy tribute on the Irish; every master of a family was obliged to pay in an ounce of gold yearly, and if through misfortune or poverty he was unable to furnish his contribution, he was punished with the loss of his NOSE. This tribute was therefore called the Nose Rent. Can it in this way be accounted for, that the Milesian Irish are a short-nosed race; you seldom see an aquiline or long nose with the real breed.

Denis, after sipping and supping until he was tired, and a little tipsy, turned about to look for the fairy, and he was no where, he had vanished. And sure you may be, that Denis took good care in going home to mark the way to his new beer cellar; and you may also take for sartain, that from that day forth, Denis and all belonging to him were not slow in resorting to the lake, and Denis was too good natured a fellow not to tell it to the neighbours: why shouldn't he? All the men in Bear and Bantry could not drink it dry; and may be it was Denis and all his friends that did not get strong and fat, and his wife Judy's face became as round as a griddle; but the worst of all was, that the liquor turned their heads, and they all took to fighting: there was not a fair or patron in all the west country, even down to Castletown, that they did not kick up a scrimmage. or a row in. Now Father Florence Barret, the priest, saw there was something not right a going on; and so when confession time came round, he took care to send for Denis

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O'Donohoe, and Judy his wife, and all the neighbours, and his Raverence was too cute a man, not to squeeze and draw out from the poor people a confession of all; and then it was that the good Father said, “Oh Denis! Denis! how could you be thus after dealing with the powers of darkness: how could you consent to drink the Devil's broth -never, no never Denis, will you get absolution, for dealing with devils, or fairies, which are with me all as bad, until you come with and show me where it is you get this antichristhen liquor." So, sorely against his will, Denis was forced to guide his Raverence to the beloved lough; and would you believe it, such was the vartue of this man of God-such his abstinence from all things carnal, that though he loved a glass of good liquor as much as any man, and could take it cheerfully when it was dacent so to do, not one drop of the enchanted stuff, for so he called it, would he let between his lips,-no, but flinging a Gospel* into the lake, and re

A Gospel means, amongst the lower classes, a verse of

peating the proper Latin prayer, and making the sign of the cross at the east, and west, and north, and south side of the lake, in the turning of a hand, the liquor ceased to be malt, and came back to be as clear, and as cold, and as nathral water as ever."

With the recital of this wild story, and others of a similar cast, we were entertained until we attained the crest of the ridge that divides the counties, and here taking the mare from the gig, and lightening it of all my luggage, the six men, by the help of ropes, let my vehicle slide down into the palatinate of Kerry. I had said that the two friends, who had accompanied me from Bantry, attended me to the bounds of their county--here we were to part, and I am sure that it was a painful moment. painful moment. These excellent, amiable, and highly gifted men, stood on the borders of the county I was leaving, perhaps never to return to it, as representa

St. John's Gospel written on a slip of paper; it is used as an amulet against enchantment, disease, and bad luck, and is hung round children's necks.

tives of the kindness, favour, and friendship which I met in a long journey up and down, and from north to south of its wide extent; and here, in this trivial tour, while I presume to declare my deep sense of the hospitality and affection, which, as an utter stranger I received, I cannot help expressing a wish, that all Ireland may be blessed with as pious, painstaking, and efficient a body of Protestant Clergy as the west of the county of Cork enjoys. 1849

After proceeding for about two miles down the Kerry side of the mountains, I having no farther occasion for my escort, dismissed the men, full of thanks for a few shillings divided amongst them. The features of the Kerry side of this mountain district are not so interesting as those on the Southern side. After descending gradually for some miles, the road gets better, but still very rough and dangerous, and you come to the banks of a river, dividing the estates of the Marquis of Landsdowne, and of Trinity College. An immense district in this quarter was granted