“Yours of the 16th, enclosing the five pound note for my father, came safe to hand Monday last; and with his thanks and blessing to you, he commends it to you herewith enclosed back again, on account of his being in no immediate necessity, nor likelihood to want in future, as you shall hear forthwith; but wants you over with all speed, and the note will answer for travelling charges; for we can’t enjoy the luck it has pleased God to give us, without _yees_; put the rest in your pocket, and read it when you’ve time. “Old Nick’s gone, and St. Dennis along with him, to the place he come from--praise be to God! The _ould_ lord has found him out in his tricks; and I helped him to that, through the young lord that I driv, as I informed you in my last, when he was a Welshman, which was the best turn ever I did, though I did not know it no more than Adam that time. So _Ould_ Nick’s turned out of the agency clean and clear; and the day after it was known, there was surprising great joy through the whole country; not surprising, either, but just what you might, knowing him, rasonably expect. He (that is, Old Nick and St. Dennis) would have been burnt that night--I _mane_, in _effigy_, through the town of Clonbrony, but that the new man, Mr. Burke, came down that day too soon to stop it, and said, ‘it was not becoming to trample on the fallen,’ or something that way, that put an end to it; and though it was a great disappointment to many, and to me in particular, I could not but like the jantleman the better for it any how. They say he is a very good jantleman, and as unlike Old Nick or the saint as can be; and takes no duty fowl, nor glove, nor sealing money; nor asks duty work nor duty turf. Well, when I was disappointed of the _effigy_, I comforted myself by making a bonfire of Old Nick’s big rick of duty turf, which, by great luck, was out in the road, away from all dwelling-house, or thatch, or yards, to take fire: so no danger in life, or objection. And such another blaze! I wished you’d seed it--and all the men, women, and children, in the town and country, far and near, gathered round it, shouting and dancing like mad!--and it was light as day quite across the bog, as far as Hartley Finnigan’s house. And I heard after, they seen it from all parts of the three counties, and they thought it was St. John’s Eve in a mistake--or couldn’t make out what it was; but all took it in good part, for a good sign, and were in great joy. As for St. Dennis and _Ould_ Nick, an attorney had his foot upon ‘em with an habere, a latitat, and three executions hanging over ‘em: and there’s the end of rogues! and a great example in the country. And--no more about it; for I can’t be wasting more ink upon them that don’t deserve it at my hands, when I want it for them that do, as you shall see.