would not entertain it.
When I rose to leave him Father Keller courteously insisted on showing me the "lions" of Youghal.

A most accomplished cicerone he proved to be.
As we left his house we met in the street two or three of the "evicted" tenants, whom he introduced to me.

One of these, Mr.Loughlin, was the holder of farms representing a rental of L94.

A stalwart, hearty, rotund, and rubicund farmer he was, and in reply to my query how long the holdings he had lost had been in his family, he answered, "not far from two hundred years." Certainly some one must have blundered as badly as at Balaklava to make it necessary for a tenant with such a past behind him to go out of his holdings on arrears of a twelvemonth.

Father Keller gave me, as we left Mr.Loughlin and his friend, a leaflet in which he has printed the story of "the struggle for life on the Ponsonby estate," as he understands it.
A minute's walk brought us to Sir Walter Raleigh's house, now the property of Sir John Pope Hennessey.