It is calculated that the refuse of the place brings in an income of £1,200 a year. Of course in a flax mill there is waste. After the flax is hackled and sorted, a good deal of fluffy flax is rejected. It falls down on the floor; it flies about in the air. Well, this is all swept up and sold for what I have stated. Then, again, it must be remembered that Bessbrook is the name of the head concern, but that it gives a great deal of employment in the country around. For instance, a lovely walk under shady trees and by the side of a bustling little river, under the fine viaduct of the railway, which takes you, as the case may be, to Dublin or Belfast, and over one of the hills which glorify this part of the world, and you come to a place called Craigmore. Well, there is a mill there, and the same process is carried on as at Bessbrook, only on a smaller scale. At Bessbrook there are 22,000 spindles at work, 500 power-looms, 60 hand. At Craigmore there are 100 power-looms, that is all. I have said this is the flax-growing country. Before the flax is fully ripe it is pulled up by the farmer, and left to dry in the field. After a day or two it is steeped in ponds, and then, when dried and scutched, taken to the market. All about the country there are scutch mills always at work. Nor is this all; the country is full of weavers, who work away all day at their hand-looms, lamenting probably the good old times before steam had altered the mode of linen manufacture—when the article in question was scarce—when wages were high, and linen only the luxury of the very rich. The old hand-looms remain, and people still get their living by working at them. As I have said already, under certain conditions it is necessary that they should remain. In the country round here there are 900 of such weavers who are employed in connection with the Bessbrook Mill. Again, the size of the concern may be illustrated in another way. It employs altogether nearly 4,000 hands, including weavers, of which three-fourths are girls; girls, many of them would otherwise have to walk the streets in rags, or be thrown wild upon the towns, and add to their ever-increasing pauperism and degradation. About £200,000 worth of “raw material” is worked up at Bessbrook every year, and above £50,000 per annum paid away in wages. Few get any large portion; it passes away in small quantities to boys and girls. At Bessbrook the old proverb is still true: “Happy is the man who hath his quiver full of children.”