Mr.Place, whom I saw at Portumna, told me that he believed the police had no moral doubt as to the murderer of Finlay, but that it was useless to think of getting legal evidence to convict him.
Mr.Tener tells me that when Mr.Wilfrid Blunt came to Woodford he went with Father Egan, and accompanied by the police, to see the widow of this murdered man, heard from her own lips the sickening story, and took notes of it.

But when Mr.Rowlands, M.P., an English "friend of Home Rule," was examined the other day during the trial of Mr.Blunt, he was obliged to confess that though he had visited Woodford more than once, and conversed freely with Mr.Blunt about it, he had "never heard of the murder of Finlay." Such an incident is apparently of little interest to politicians at Westminster.

Fortunately for Ireland, it is of a nature to command more attention at the Vatican.
Nature has sketched the scenery of this part of Ireland with a free, bold hand.

It is not so grand or so wild as the scenery of Western Donegal, but it has both a wildness and a grandeur of its own.

Sir Henry Burke's seat of Marble Hill, as seen in the distance from the road, stands superbly, high up on a lofty range of wooded hills, from which it commands the country for miles.