27._--A most interesting day.

I left alone and early by the train for Youghal, having sent before me a letter of introduction to Canon Keller, the parish priest, who has recently become a conspicuous person through his refusal to give evidence about matters, his knowledge of which he conceives to be "privileged," as acquired in his capacity as a priest.
I had many fine views of the shore and the sea as we ran along, and the site of Youghal itself is very fine.

It is an old seaport town, and once was a place of considerable trade, especially in wool.
Oliver dwelt here for a while, and from Youghal he embarked on his victorious return to England.

He seems to have done his work while he was here "not negligently," like Harrison at Naseby Field, for when he departed he left Youghal a citadel of Protestant intolerance.

Even under Charles II they maintained an ordinance forbidding "any Papist to buy or barter anything in the public markets," which may be taken as a piece of cold-blooded and statutory "boycotting." Then there was no parish priest in Youghal; now it may almost be said there is nobody in Youghal but the parish priest! So does "the whirligig of time bring in his revenges"! At Youghal station a very civil young man came up, calling me by name, and said Father Keller had sent him with a car to meet me.