It was my brother got the knowledge of cures from a book that was thrown down before him on the road. What language was it written in? What language would it be but Irish. Maybe it was God gave it to him, and maybe it was the _other people_. He was a fine strong man, and he weighed twenty-five stone--and he went to England, and then he cured all the world, so that the doctors had no way of living. So one time he got on a ship to go to America, and the doctors had bad men engaged to shipwreck him out of the ship; he wasn't drowned but he was broken to pieces on the rocks, and the book was lost along with him. But he taught me a good deal out of it. So I know all herbs, and I do a good many cures, and I have brought a great many children home, home to the world--and never lost one, or one of the women that bore them. I was never away myself, but I am a cousin of Saggarton, and his uncle was away for twenty-one years. * * * * * This is _dwareen_ (knapweed) and what you have to do with this is to put it down, with other herbs, and with a bit of threepenny sugar, and to boil it and to drink it for pains in the bones, and don't be afraid but it will cure you. Sure the Lord put it in the world for curing. And this is _corn-corn_ (small aromatic tansy); it's very good for the heart--boiled like the others. This is _atair-talam_ (wild camomile), the father of all herbs--the father of the ground. This is very hard to pull, and when you go for it, you must have a black-handled knife. And this is _camal-buide_ (loosestrife) that will keep all bad things away. This is _cuineul-Muire_ (mullein), the blessed candle of our Lady. This is _fearaban_ (water buttercup) and it's good for every bone of your body. This is _dub-cosac_ (lichen), that's good for the heart, very good for a sore heart. Here are the _slanlus_ (plantain) and the _garblus_ (dandelion) and these would cure the wide world, and it was these brought our Lord from the Cross, after the ruffians that was with the Jews did all the harm to Him. And not one could be got to pierce His heart till a dark man came and said, "Give me the spear, and I'll do it," and the blood that sprang out touched his eyes and they got their sight. And it was after that, His Mother and Mary and Joseph gathered their herbs and cured His wounds. These are the best of the herbs, but they are all good, and there isn't one among them but would cure seven diseases. I'm all the days of my life gathering them, and I know them all, but it isn't easy to make them out. Sunday evening is the best time to get them, and I was never interfered with. Seven "Hail Marys" I say when I'm gathering them, and I pray to our Lord and to St. Joseph and St. Colman. And there may be _some_ watching me, but they never meddled with me at all. _Mrs. Quaid:_