The next seal that I have the honour to exhibit is from the collection of the Dean of St Patrick’s, and is that to which I made allusion at the commencement of this paper. It was discovered by that zealous collector among some old silver in a jeweller’s shop. In its general features it is similar to the seals already noticed, but the character of the letters in the legend indicate a still later age; and this circumstance, unimportant as it may appear, is of consequence, as it enables us with certainty to determine its owner, which would otherwise have been with difficulty ascertained, as there were two chiefs of the name in the legend in the family to which it belongs. The inscription on this seal reads thus:--_Si. Mac Con, ducis de Ui Cassin_. The territory called Hy-Caissin comprehended a considerable tract of the ancient Thomond in the county of Clare, of which the Macnamaras were hereditary lords; and the Mac Con whose name appears on this seal is found in all the pedigrees of that illustrious family, as the 28th in descent from Oilioll Olum, the common ancestor of the Mac Carthys, O’Briens, and other princely families of Munster. According to the Annals of Innisfallen, which are the best authority for the history of Munster, the first Mac Con Mara was elected to be chief head of the tribe of O’Coilean in 1313: and again, at the year 1315, it is stated that Macnamara, and Mahon the son of Cumea, went to the tower of De Clare to compel him to enter into an agreement, which De Clare acceded to, to give Mac Con and his heirs the canthred of Ua Caissin, the charters whereof had been given to De Clare. The second Mac Con, to whom as I conceive this seal should be assigned, and who was grandson to the former, became chief of Hy-Caissin about the year 1340, and died about ten years afterwards. [The remainder of this article shall be given in an early number.] THE GIRLS OF THE WEST. AIR--“Teddy ye gander.” You may talk, if you please, Of the brown Portuguese, But, wherever you roam, wherever you roam, You nothing will meet, Half so lovely or sweet, As the girls at home, the girls at home. Their eyes are not sloes, Nor so long is their nose, But, between me and you, between me and you, They are just as alarming, And ten times more charming, With hazel and blue, with hazel and blue. They don’t ogle a man, O’er the top of their fan, Till his heart’s in a flame, his heart’s in a flame, But though bashful and shy, They’ve a look in their eye, That just comes to the same, just comes to the same. No mantillas they sport, But a petticoat short, Shows an ancle the best, an ancle the best, And a leg, but, O murther! I dare not go further, So here’s to the West, so here’s to the West. --_From “Charles O’Malley.”_ SOME ACCOUNT OF AN IRISH DARE-DEVIL.