‘Why should I?’ indignantly.

’If you stop five minutes longer there’s a shower of rain coming on and you might get washed.’

On a third occasion, Nagle told Ronayne he was going to invest some money in a mining exploration.

‘Explore your own landed property, my dear fellow,’ was Ronayne’s advice.

‘But you know I have not got any.’

‘Good Heavens, you don’t mean to say you have cleaned your nails?’

Though he was an out-and-out Fenian, Ronayne was as honest a man as I ever met, and he was considered one of the most amusing men in the House of Commons.

The attorneys in Cork at one time formed quite a small coterie, who divided all the business until it grew too much for them, one, Mr. Paul Wallace, being especially harassed with briefs.

At length a barrister named Graves came down from Dublin, and was introduced to Wallace by another attorney with the remark:—­

‘Counsel are very necessary.’

‘Yes,’ said Wallace; ’as a matter of fact, we are all being driven to our graves.’

At Kanturk Sessions, Mr. Philip O’Connell was consulted by a client about the recovery of a debt.  He at once saw that the defence would be a pleading of the statute of limitations, so he told his client that if he could get a man to swear that the debtor had admitted the debt within the last six years, he would succeed, but not otherwise.

O’Connell went off to take the chair at a Bar dinner to a new County Court judge.

As the dessert was being set on the table, a loud knock came at the door, which was immediately behind the chairman.

‘What is it?’ cried O’Connell.

A head appeared, and the voice from it explained:—­

’I’m Tim Flaherty, your honour, as was consulting you outside, and I want you to come this way for a while.’

‘Don’t you see I am engaged and cannot come?’

‘But it’s pressing and important.’

‘I tell you I won’t come.’

Then at the top of his voice Tim yelled:—­

‘Will a small woman do as well, your honour?’

The members of the Bar present, quite unaware of the previous conversation, exploded in a shout of laughter, and it was long before O’Connell heard the last of the invidious construction they put on the affair.

One of the interesting people I came across in the vicinity of Cork was Mr. Jeffreys, who up to his death in 1862 was the most enterprising and experimental landed proprietor in the county.  He imported Scottish stewards, and people from far and near came to see his farms.

I should say that in the fifties he did more for agriculture than any other one man who could be named in Ireland.

He often said to me:—­

’The system of small farms will not last long in Ireland, for the occupiers are sure to strike against rents.’

He did not live to see the fulfilment of his prophecy, but its effects were felt by his grandson, Sir George Colthurst, who inherited his property.