3J2 A MORNING AT BALLYSHANNON. 



well-known maxim, — 'that fairy gifts are 

 fairy secrets.' " 



"And a very good maxim it is," said the 

 Squire ; " and a very good moral, too, and 

 one worth remembering. The man who 

 shows his friend a killing fly deserves 

 heartily to lose his own chance." 



The laugh which the Squire's moral re- 

 flection produced had not yet subsided when 

 the Captain hailed from the tanyard wall, 

 and begged to be taken in, while his Pat — 

 the son of Pat of fairy memory — was splicing 

 a top, which the weight of the Captain's long 

 line had damaged. 



"And where have you been?" said the 

 Parson. 



" Oh, I've been flogging away at the Grass 

 Guard and Cos na Wonna ; but I might 

 just as well have flogged the turnpike-road. 

 I think St. Columba has cursed the whole 

 river." 



" By the bye, I met the Scholar, who had 

 come down from Belleek. He told me that 

 yesterday, in the blowy weather, he had 

 taken shelter under a rock at the Grass 

 Guard, letting his line flap about in the 

 wind — that is just his style, as you know — 



