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which seems to prevail in regard to the Kerry breed, it may be 

 stated that in the lower sections of the county of that name, the 

 Long-horned cattle are kept, from which some people seem to have 

 obtained the idea that they are the real Kerries. It may be ob- 

 served that there were two original breeds in Ireland, — one of 

 which, occupying the more fertile and level portions, corresponded 

 in general character to the Long-horns of England, the other, oc- 

 cupying the mountainous districts, of smaller size, of darker color 

 — being generally black — with upright instead of drooping horns, 

 like the cattle of the low country. Both breeds were always con- 

 sidered good for the dairy. Of late years, owing to changes in 

 the occupancy of the land and the mode of farming, the modern, 

 beef-making Short-horns have been extensively introduced from 

 England, but their intrusion is regarded Avith little favor by the 

 small farmers and cottagers, with whom butter-making is an im- 

 portant object. As an illustration of the light in which some of 

 this class view the change alluded to, we may refer to " A Lament 

 for the Old Irish Cow, by Kitty Connor," lately published in the 

 Belfast (Ireland) Whig^ and inscribed to the members of the 

 North-East Agricultural Society. Kitty begins by saying — 



I had a cow — my Drimindhu — 



When Pat and I were joined together ; 

 And I may say that for a day 



She scarce was ever off the tether. 

 Och ! wirrastru ! my Drimindhu, 

 Your glossy coat all did admire ; 

 My shinino; sloe, your like I know 

 Will never stand in shed or byre. 



But "Pat," she says, sold her "Drimindhu," and purchased a 

 Short-horn. The results of the enterprise are shown in the fol- 

 lowing verse : 



And when the Short-horn calved at May, 

 Of corn and "cake" she got a skinful — 

 But may I never sin, if she 



Gave at a milking half a tinful. 

 Och ! wirrastru ! my Drimindhu ! 

 You needed neither "cake" nor corn — 

 On just dry hay three times a day, 

 You gave a canful night and morn. 



Kitty is greatly mortified, as the neighbors, passing, ask — " Is 

 there no more churnin' ?" and her thoughts turn to her Drimin- 

 dhu, who, Avith only " a taste of hay three times a day," gave 

 " galore of butter." Pat tries to pacify her by giving the aristo- 

 cratic pedigree of the Short-horn : 



