CHAPTER IV .-- Poll Doolin, the Child Cadger.
-- Raymond, her Son--Short Dialogue on the Times--Polls Opinion on the Causes of Immorality--Solomon is Generous--A Squire of the Old School--And a Moral Dialogue.
The next morning was that on which the Quarter Sessions of Castle Cumber commenced; and of course it was necessary for Darby O'Drive, who was always full of business on such occasions, to see M'Clutchy, in order to receive instructions touching his duties on various proceedings connected with the estate.

He had reached the crossroads that ran about half-way between Constitution Cottage and Castle Cumber, when! he met, just where the road turned to M'Clutchy's, a woman named Poll Doolin, accompanied, as she mostly was, by her son--a poor, harmless, idiot, named Raymond; both of whom were well known throughout the whole parish.
Poll was a thin, sallow woman, with piercing dark eyes, and a very; gipsy-like countenance.

Her dress was always black, and very much worn; in fact, everything about her was black--black stockings, black bonnet, black hair, and black kerchief.

Poll's occupation was indeed a singular one, and not very creditable to the morals of the day.

Her means of living were derived from the employment of child-cadger to the Foundling Hospital of Dublin.