We had some trouble in making her understand what was to be done with her, but when she finally got it fairly into her head, gleams of mingled surprise and delight came over her withered face, and she finally broke out, "Oh, then, glory be to God! it's a mercy that I was drownded! glory be to God! and it's the proud boy Terence will be when he gets out to America to find his poor ould mother waiting for him there that he left behind him in Liverpool, and quite the leddy with all this good gold money in her hand, glory be to God!" On our way back to * * we passed through * * a very neat prosperous-looking town, which * * tells me is growing up on the heels of * *.

* * * was one of the few places at which the "no rent" manifesto, issued by Mr.Parnell and his colleagues from their prison in Kilmainham, during the confinement of Mr.Davitt at Portland, and without concert with him, was taken up by a village curate and commended to the people.

He was arrested for it by Mr.Gladstone's Government, and locked up for six weeks.
DUBLIN, _Saturday, June 23d._--I left * * * yesterday morning early on an "outside car," with one of my fellow-guests in that "bower of beauty," who was bent on killing a salmon somewhere in the Nore * * We drove through a most varied and picturesque country, viewing on the way the seats of Mr.Hamilton Stubber and Mr.Robert Staples, both finely situated in well-wooded parks.

Mr.Stubber was formerly master of the Queen's County hounds, a famous pack, which, as our jarvey put it, "brought a power of money into the county, and made it aisy for a poor man." But the local agitations wore out his patience, and he put the pack down some years ago.

Not far from his house is an astonishing modern "tumulus," or mound of hewn and squared stones.