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Legendary fictions of the Irish Celts

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WITCHCRAFT, SORCERY, GHOSTS,<br />

AND FETCHES.<br />

It is probable that <strong>the</strong> first tradition is to be met out-<br />

side <strong>the</strong> Pale, and even as far as Connemara, but <strong>the</strong><br />

writer has heard or read it nowhere since he learned it in<br />

his youth from Mrs. K., our already quoted authority.<br />

THE LONG SPOON.<br />

The devil and <strong>the</strong> hearth-money collector for Bantr}set<br />

out one summer morning to decide a bet <strong>the</strong>y made<br />

<strong>the</strong> night before over a jug <strong>of</strong> punch. They wanted to<br />

see which would have <strong>the</strong> best load at sunset, and nei<strong>the</strong>r<br />

was to pick up anything that wasn't <strong>of</strong>fered with <strong>the</strong> goodwill<br />

<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> giver. They passed by a house, and <strong>the</strong>y<br />

heard <strong>the</strong> poor vani<strong>the</strong>e cry out to her lazy daughter, " O<br />

musha, take you for a lazy sthronshuch <strong>of</strong> a girl ! do<br />

you intend to get up to-day 1" "Oh, oh !" says <strong>the</strong> tax-man,<br />

" <strong>the</strong>re is a lob for you, Nick." " Ovoch ! " says <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r,<br />

" it wasn't from her heart she said it : we must pass on."<br />

The next cabin <strong>the</strong>y were passing, <strong>the</strong> woman was on<br />

<strong>the</strong> bawn-ditch crying out to her husband, that was<br />

mending one <strong>of</strong> his brogues inside : " Oh, tat<strong>the</strong>ration to<br />

you, Mick ! you never rung <strong>the</strong>m pigs, and <strong>the</strong>re <strong>the</strong>y<br />

are in <strong>the</strong> potato drills rootin' away ; <strong>the</strong> run to<br />

Lusk with <strong>the</strong>m "<br />

! " Ano<strong>the</strong>r windfall for you," says <strong>the</strong><br />

man <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> inkhorn, but <strong>the</strong> old thief only shook his<br />

horns and wagged his tail. So <strong>the</strong>y went on, and ever<br />

so many prizes <strong>of</strong>fered to <strong>the</strong> black fellow without him<br />

L 2

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