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Easy, easy, Mrs. Giltinaan, if you please. There is something of much more consequence to me than those fine instructions of yours. Don't mind telling me what I shall do in case I lose my way, until you have let me know first how I am to find it."

“Oh, then, why shouldn't I, and welcome, Mr. Aylmer? listen to me and I'll tell you, only be careful and don't slight themselves for all."

The above formed part of a conversation which took place between the hostess of an humble inn on the west border of the county of Limerick, and a young gentleman whose sharp accent and smart dress bespoke a recent acquaintance with Dublin-life at least. As he was a very handsome young fellow, and likely to fall into adventures, perhaps I may be excused for giving some account of him, and in order to do this the more fully and satisfactorily, I shall begin by telling who his father was.

Robert Aylmer, Esq. of Bally-Aylmer, was a private gentleman of real Milesian extraction,

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residing near the west coast of Ireland. most of the gentry around him at that time, he did not scruple to add to his stock of worldly wealth, a portion of that which by legal right should have gone into his Majesty's exchequer. In a word, he meddled in the running trade on the coast, a circumstance not calculated at the period in question to attach any thing like opprobrium to the character of a gentleman and a real Milesian. Although he added considerably to his patrimony by this traffic, the expenses of the establishment at Bally-Aylmer were so creditable to the hospitality of its master, that he felt himself sinking rather than rising in the world, and was, indeed, on the eve of ruin, or more properly of an ejectment, when a desperate resource presented itself in the form of a smuggling enterprize, so daring in its nature that none but a Milesian would have even dreamt of putting it in execution. He formed this project, as he had done many others, in conjunction with an old friend and neighbour, Mr. Cahill Fitzmaurice, or, as he was called by the smugglers, from his hardiness and cruelty, Cahill-cruy-dharug, (Cahill of the red hand), a

name, however, which like many other nicknames, was but little appropriate, for Mr. Fitzmaurice was known to mingle much humanity with his enterprize. Those two friends undertook the affair together, succeeded with an ease which they hardly anticipated, and realized a sum of money more than sufficient to have tempted them into danger still more imminent. Gratifying as was his success so far however, this enterprize was of fatal consequence to Mr. Aylmer. Having embarked with his friend on board a Galway hooker, (a kind of vessel used - for carrying fish or turf along the coast and up the Shannon), for the mouth of the river, they happened to engage in a dispute on some trivial occasion or other, which, nevertheless, was made up between them with little difficulty. On the same night however, a very dark one, as the little vessel was putting about in a hard gale, a stamping of feet and struggling was heard on the forecastle, and immediately afterwards a heavy plash on the lee bow. Running forward to ascertain the cause, the boatmen found that Mr. Aylmer had fallen overboard, and Fitzmaurice was observed standing near the

lee gunwale, and holding by the fluke of the anchor, apparently under the influence of strong agitation. He was seized instantly and questioned as to the occurrence, which he described to be perfectly accidental. A jury of his countrymen subsequently confirmed the allegation, and the innocence of the man was considered to be put beyond all doubt, by the circumstance of his adopting the only child of the deceased, William Aylmer, educating him at his own expense, and clearing off all the debts to a very large amount with which his father's patrimony had been encumbered. The youth had been educated with the infant daughter of his father's friend, until the age of ten, when he was sent to the metropolis; and he was now returning to the house of his benefactor, after an absence of nine years, during which time he had made himself perfect in all the accomplishments which a college, and subsequently a polite education, could afford.

Having performed the greater part of his journey in a kind of itinerant penitentiary called a jingle, an illegitimate sort of vehicle, somewhat between a common cart and a damaged

spring-carriage, possessing all the ricketty insecurity of the one, with all the clumsiness of the other, young Aylmer determined to trust to a pair of well qualified legs for the remainder of the route, and was now in the act of striking off the high road into the Kerry mountains which lay between him and Bally-Aylmer, near which Mr. Fitzmaurice resided, with the intention of completing his journey before night.

The "Kingdom of Kerry" is, as Horace Walpole said of a county in England which happens to be very fashionable at present, a great damper of curiosity. Among the mountainous districts in which it abounds, are vast tracts of barren, heathy, and boggy soil, which are totally destitute of human inhabitants. The champaign which now presented itself to the gaze of the traveller, was one of the dreariest that may be easily imagined: heath beyond heath, and bog after bog, as far as his sight could reach in prospect, canopied over by a low dingy and variable sky, and rendered still more dispiriting by the passing gusts of wind which occasionally shrieked over the desolate expanse, with so wildering a cadence as almost

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