the success of the peasant in order that he
might "de terre d'aultruy remplir son fosse"--that the till might be
filled if the agent's book remained empty. As I have previously
explained, everybody owes to somebody, or is owed by somebody, in this
island of weeping skies and smiling faces. The peasant owes his
landlord, who owes the mortgagee or the agent. And the peasant has
another creditor--the little trader who works on the credit extended
to him from Dublin or Belfast. Beyond a certain limit the little
shopkeeper cannot go. So he likes to be threatened, to be made
"taboo," to be a martyr, and then presses the tenants who have paid no
rent to the landlord to pay him "as they can afford to, begorra, if
they hould the harvest." This advice of Mr. Parnell's is keenly
relished by many, and has gained him, from a poet, whose Hibernian
extraction speaks in his every line, the incomprehensible title of
"Young Lion of the Fold."

Young Lion of the Fold,
Says the Shan Van Vocht,
Young Lion of the Fold,
Says the Shan Van Vocht;
Young Lion of the Fold,
Bade us the harvest hold--
We'll do as he has told,
Says the Shan Van Vocht.

We'll pay no more Rackrents,
Says the Shan Van Vocht,
We'll pay no more Rackrents,
Says the Shan Van Vocht;
We'll pay no more Rackrents,
To upstart shoneen gents,
Whose hearts are hard as flints,
Says the Shan Van Vocht.

Then glory to Parnell,
Says the Shan Van Vocht,
Then glory to Parnell,
Says the Shan Van Vocht,
Oh, all glory to Parnell,
Whom the people love so well,
And his foes may go to ----,
Says the Shan Van Vocht.

There is an American humourist who once said that "if the lion ever
did lie down with the lamb it would be with the lamb inside of him."
Mayhap this is what the indigenous "pote" dimly shadows forth from the
mistland of verse. Or has he mixed up the lion with the eagle in a
dovecot?

IV.

MISS GARDINER AND HER TENANTS.

WESTPORT, CO. MAYO, _Nov. 1st._

A trip into the northern part of this county, which has occupied me
for the last three days, has hardly reassured me as to the condition
of the country around Ballina and Killala. The last-named place is
famous for its round tower and that invasion of the French in '98,
which led to "Castlebar Races." Ballina is a town of about six
thousand inhabitants, situate on the river Moy--an excellent