One of the portraits here is that of Mr.Brooke's granduncle--a handsome, full-blooded, rather testy-looking old warrior, in the close-fitting scarlet uniform of the Prince Regent's time.
"He ought to have been called Lord Baltimore," said Mr.Brooke good-naturedly; "for he fought against your people for that city at Bladensburg with Ross." "That was the battle," I said, "in which, according to a popular tradition in my country, the Americans took so little interest that they left the field almost as soon as it began." Another portrait is of a kinsman who was murdered in the highway here in Ireland many years ago, under peculiarly atrocious circumstances, and with no sort of provocation or excuse.
Mr.Brooke confirmed Dr.Dillon's statement that he had ordered out of his counting-house two tenants who came into it with a peculiarly brazen proposition, of which I must presume Dr.Dillon was ignorant when he cited the fact as a count against the landlord of Coolgreany.

I give the story as Mr Brooke tells it.

"The Rent Audit," he says, "at which my tenants were idiots enough to join the Plan of Campaign occurred about the 12th December 1886, when, as you know, I refused to accept the terms which they proposed to me.

I heard nothing more from them till about the middle of February 1887, when coming to my office one day I found two tenants waiting for me.

One was Stephen Maher, a mountain man, and the other Patrick Kehoe.