"GOD SAVE YER HOLINESS." Frontispiece. Vignette "She ’ll get all me Turf" "Divil roast ye wid it" "Is it spilin’ me wall he is?" "Howld on, we ’ll argy the matther" Initial: "The Seven Kinds of Athenry" A Modern Irish Village "All a-makin’ love to the Young Princess" "DIVIL A WAN O’ ME KNOWS," SAYS HE. "The Princess had disayved thim all complately" "All disconsarted entirely" Initial: "Taming the Pooka" Dennis and the Pooka "He’d a sight of larnin’, had the King" "The Quane a-gosterin’" "IF IT’S AGGRAYBLE TO YE, I’LL LOOK IN YER MOUTH." The Pooka Spirits Initial: "The Sexton of Casbel" THE ROCK OF CASHEL. "Be aff wid yer nonsinse" "Where is me dawther?" "The Owld Man walkin’ in Cormae’s Chapel" Initial: "Satan’s Cloven Hoof" Glendalough Saint Kevin and the Devil "An’ so he’s lame, an’ must show his cloven fut" Initial: "The Enchanted Island" "Howld yer pace, ye palaverin’ shtrap" "Howlin’ wid rage" Initial: "How the Lakes were made" Lough Conn The Church by the Bog Initial: "About the Fairies" "Owld Meg" Eva calling the Cattle Initial: "The Banshee" The "Hateful Banshee" The "Friendly Banshee" Initial: "The Round Towers" "Crackin’ their Haythen Shkulls" Initial: "The Police" The Police and the Tenants "Thither goes the poor old women every day" Initial: "The Leprechawn" Returning the next morning with the spade "Playing his pranks" Initial: "The Henpecked Giant" "AN’ WHO ARE YOU, ME DEAR?" SAYS FINN, LOOKIN’ UP. Illustration: Music: When I Was Single. "Finn gave in an’ wint to work wid a pick an’ sphade" Initial: "Satan as a Sculptor" A Barren Cliff THE DEVIL’S FACE. "Her masther stood be her side" "So the three av thim mounted the wan horse" "’Kape from me,’ says the divil" Initial: "The Defeat of the Widows" AN’ PHAT DOES THIM LETTERS SHPELL? The Widdy Mulligan The Widdy O’Donnell Missis McMurthry "OULD ROONEY AN’ PADDY BLAGGARDIN’ THE CONSTHABLE IVERY FUT O’ THE WAY." "A good bargain they made av it" [Illustration: "Howld on, we ’ll argy the matther"] IRISH WONDERS IRISH WONDERS. THE SEVEN KINGS OF ATHENRY. [Illustration: Initial: "The Seven Kinds of Athenry"] It was a characteristic Irish ruin. Standing on a slight elevation, in the midst of a flat country, the castle lifted its turreted walls as proudly as when its ramparts were fringed with banners and glittered with helmets and shields. In olden times it was the citadel of the town, and although Athenry was fortified by a strong wall, protecting it alike from predatory assault and organized attack, the citadel, occupying the highest ground within the city, was itself surrounded by stronger walls, a fort within a fort, making assurance of security doubly sure. Only by treachery, surprise, or regular and long-continued siege could the castle have been taken.