I don't want those fellows to see that we can't afford to give ourselves what we have to give them,"-- this with strong language indicating that he must himself be given a way to advance equally with the progressive labourer, or he would know the reason why! This afternoon Mr.Seigne drove me over through a beautiful country to Woodstock, near Inistiogue, the seat of the late Colonel Tighe, the head of the family of which the authoress of "Psyche" was an ornament.
It is the finest place in this part of Ireland, and one of the finest I have seen in the three kingdoms, a much more picturesque and more nobly planted place indeed than its namesake in England.

The mansion has no architectural pretensions, being simply a very large and, I should think, extremely comfortable house of the beginning of this century.

The library is very rich, and there are some good pictures, as well as certain statues in the vestibule, which would have no interest for the Weissnichtwo professor of _Sartor Resartus_, but are regarded with some awe by the good people of Inistiogue.
The park would do no discredit to a palace, and if the vague project of establishing a royal residence in Ireland for one of the British Princes should ever take shape, it would not be easy, I should say, to find a demesne more befitting the home of a prince than this of the Tighes.

At present it serves the State at least as usefully, being the "pleasaunce" of the people for miles around, who come here freely to walk and drive.
It stretches for miles along the Nore, and is crowned by a gloriously wooded hill nearly a thousand feet in height.

The late Colonel Tighe, a most accomplished man, and a passionate lover of trees, made it a kind of private Kew Gardens.