He excused himself from joining us as being "almost a teetotaller." On our return to the hotel I met the Galwegian strolling about.

When I told him of Father M'Fadden's courteous hospitality, he said, "I am very glad you took that glass he offered.

I really believe his quarrel with Captain Hill dates back to Hill's declining that same courtesy under Father M'Fadden's roof." GWEEDORE, _Monday, Feb.

6._--Another very beautiful morning--as a farmer said with whom I chatted on my morning stroll, "A grand day, sorr!" Errigal, which in this mountain atmosphere seems almost to hang over our hotel, but is in reality three or four miles away, stood out superbly against a clear azure sky, wreaths of soft luminous mist floating like a divine girdle half way up his bare volcanic peak.
I walked up to the Bunbeg road with Lord Ernest to call upon some peasants whom he knows.

In one stone cabin, very well built and plastered, standing sidewise to the road, with doors on either side, we found the house apparently in charge of a little girl of nine or ten years, a weird but pretty child with very delicate well-cut features, who lay couchant upon her doubled-up arm on a low bed in a corner of the main room, and peered at us over her elbow with sparkling inquisitive eyes.
By her side sat a man with his cap on, who might have been the "young Pretender," or the "old Kaiser," so far as his looks went towards indicating his age.