he profit to be realised on a dairy and grazing farm. He has leased
the island of Scariff from Lord Dunraven for 60l. per annum, has put a
dairyman upon it, and sells off of it yearly produce, butter, cattle,
sheep, wool, and pigs, to the value of 230l., the valuation of the
island, according to Griffith, being, including the dairyman's house
27l. 5s. Mr. O'Connell also gave me an odd proof of the retribution
which appears likely to fall upon the landowners of the barony of
Iveragh.

When the Government valuation was first made public it was protested
against by Sir James O'Connell, who succeeded in getting it reduced by
30 per cent., an unfortunate circumstance for the present proprietors
if the Land League continue to have it all their own way. The League,
however, has not yet troubled Derrynane; the tenants, who since 1841
have been greatly reduced in number by emigration and the
consolidation of holdings, have paid their rent fairly up to this,
that is to say fairly according to the usage of that remote part of
Kerry. They average "the grass of six cows," with the run of the
mountain, "for rather more" collops or young cows, not yet in milk.

Derrynane rejoices in many memorials of the Liberator, but the relic
of "Ould Dan" that all visitors, and especially Irishmen, are most
anxious to see, is in the oblong mahogany box lying on the tall desk
at which he was wont to stand and write. It is that article of
furniture without which no Irish gentleman's equipment was more
complete than his house without an avenue. "My pistols which I shot
Captain Marker," as poor Rawdon Crawley put it. There reposes
peacefully enough now by the side of its companion, the weapon with
which the "Liberator" shot Mr. D'Esterre. It is a flint lock pistol of
very large bore, and with stock reaching to the muzzle. One
peculiarity about this pistol is worthy of note. Beneath the trigger
guard a piece of steel extends curving downwards and outwards towards
the muzzle, a convenient device, as I find, for steadying the weapon
by aid of the second finger. On the stock is cut rudely a capital D.,
for D'Esterre. There are no other marks, although the pistols have a
pedigree and a story attached to them.

One day an English officer stationed in Ireland found himself in the
painful position of waiting for remittances. Knowing nobody likely to
be useful to him he appealed to the most noteworthy Irishman of his
day, and stating his pressing need, aske