Our return trip to Cork on the "light railway," with a warm red sunset lighting up the river Lea, and throwing its glamour over the varied and picturesque scenery through which we ran, was not the least delightful part of a very delightful excursion.
After we got back I spent half-an-hour with a gentleman who knows the country about Youghal, which I propose to visit to-morrow, and who saw something of the recent troubles there arising out of the Plan of Campaign, as put into effect on the Ponsonby property.
He is of the opinion that the Nationalists were misled into this contest by bad information as to Mr.Ponsonby's resources and relations.

They expected to drive him to the wall, but they will fail to do this, and failing to do this they will be left in the vocative.

He showed me a curious souvenir of the day of the evictions, in the shape of a quatrain, written by the young wife of an evicted tenant.

This young woman, Mrs.Mahoney, was observed by one of the officers, as the eviction went on, to go apart to a window, where she stood for a while apparently writing something on a wooden panel of the shutter.

After the eviction was over the officer remembered this, and going up to the window found these lines pencilled upon the panel:-- "We are evicted from this house, Me and my loving man; We're homeless now upon the world! May the divil take 'the Plan'!" CORK, _Monday, Feb.