Scarcely a trace is now to be seen of the little chapel which was so venerated in days gone by at Kilmachree. In this chapel lived, I may say man of the holiest men and priest that ever lived. He was a priest by the name of Father Kelly. Father Kelly was born near Kilmachree at a place called The Mill. He was a very holy man and became curate of Piercestown to which the chapel of Kilmachree belonged and he lived at his father's house at the Mill. He always visited the sick, the dying and all who wanted his aid, on foot, and all the rest of his time was spent within the little chapel of Kilmachree, at the foot of the altar. Soon he spent night and day within the chapel but was always ready on the moment to go on a sick call, at any hour. He ate very little food of any kind, and usually fasted until the

Easter 1846
"I have no hesitation in saying, that we have at least 20,000 Teetotallers more this year in the County and city, than in 1845 and I firmly believe there is no town or city in the Empire that can exhibit so beautiful an illustration of the value of Father Mathew's movement as Dublin." John Spratt D.D.
April 25 1846
This morning, Rev. Dr. Spratt left for Lisdoney, County of Kilkenny where he administered the pledge. No dangers daunt him, nor labours tire. He is willing to travel by night as by day, over the length and breadth of Ireland to promote the cause of "Total Abstinence".
May 17th 1846
A great open-air meeting was held at New Market. The meeting was addressed by Rev. Dr. Spratt. One thousand persons took the pledge.
May 25th 1846
Rev. Wm. Regan, administered the pledge to the male convicts in the Co. Gaol - they were sent on the following day to Dublin, from hence to a Penal Colony. Fr. Mathew gave them cards and medals.

dozen women there too, an' them all dancin' to the music. The cripple was there presidin' over the whole affair, him sthandin' out on the fhire, an' now an' agin givin' a few stheps o' a dance, along wit the resht o' the company.
The minnit he saw the father, however, he hopped into bed, an' the resht o' the company disappeared like clockwork The father then knew that he wastnt aright child at all, so when he tould the neighbours, the sthory they came to the conclusion that he had something ta do wit the fairies, or maybe some evil spirits, so they decided that the besht thing ta do was ta get rid o' him.
There was an ould cushtom in Ireland, an' I think it was in agood may ether counthries is well, an' it was ta burn, anywan that had anything unnatural about them On the day that they war ta burn the buachaillin na Cruiche, all the neighbours had gethered ta see the performance. The Buachaillin was brought out to the place where he was ta be burned, an' they war jusht bindin' his hands an' feet, when he spoke up, an' sez he "Ye might is well spare me, for its hardly worth yer while ta do away wit me for in three days time I'll die, an' sez he the day o' funeral 'ill never beforgotten. They spared him an no doubt, he had some part in wit the fairies, because his prophecy about his funeral came thrue sure enough

Long ago when I was a young man we used to spend a day binding for a schilling.
The food we had was cutting stirabout and biates three times a day and butter that used leaping out of the cans. We never had tea, unless maybe Christmas Day.
The men used to mous with seythes and hooks and the women and young chaps used to the binding
Farmers, long ago, would never give a drop of milk to anyone on the 1st of May, for fear of the pisreogs.
During Lent the people used take no milk with the porridge. Then used have big barley dumplins, and big wheat dumplins and water.
In the time of the Harvest

Long Story
Jack the Giant Killer or Jack from Galway.
Jack was a small farmer's son that lived in the County Galway, who heard of neighbours going away, who did great deeds & all that, getting bags of money, killing giants and so on. One day Jack told his father & mother that he'd go and seek his fortune too. So his mother, with tears in her eyes, baked him a cake; and off started Jack.
He travelled away all day and a part of the night when he began to feel tired and weary. So he sat down in the ditch where he very soon fell asleep. It was in the summer time, in the month of May, and when he awoke the sun was high up in the heavens.
"Begon", said Jack, "this will never do at all. But before the start I'd better ate a bit of cake". So he did.
"Now I'm better", he said to himself, "I better be taking the road".
He travelled away not knowing where he was going and caring less, until he began to feel hungry again. So he sat down on the

so. She was tormented. "Begor" says she. "You may stay hungry to day be the look of things." Mocley was so mad with the hunger and everything else that he walked away from his mother an' the cow. He went down the street. At that time on the streets at the fairs there used be stands sellin' biled pig heads an' biled pig's feet an' chunks of bread. As Mocley was goin' by wan of the stands the smell of the biled mate was too much for him so he stopped. He picked up wan o' the posts of the stands an made a drive at the man in charge. He got such a fright he ran away. Mocley gripped a pig's headin wan hand an a big chunk of bread the the other an' went off down the street atin at his leisure.
His mother never sold the cow

gave the golden urn to the king. The king couldn't believe his eyes when Jack arrived safe and sound with the golden urn. He thanked Jack over and over again, and gave him his hundred pounds. You may be save Jack and the brown horse slept well that night and part of the next day.
About a week afterwards the grand lady came to the king's palace, and the king then asked her to marry him as he had got the golden for her. She examined it and told him it was indeed the right urn, "but" says she "I cannot marry you until you get for me the red mare that lies at the bottom of the red sea and three foals at her foot." The king was greatly disappointed when she wouldn't marry him yet, and he

There was a wake in Camross wan night, and it bet all the amount of whiskey was there. There was wan fellow there and he drank so much whiskey that he didn't know whether 'twas day or night he had.
Some time during the night, when the people of the house were in the bed taking a rest, some of the boyos lifted him into the bed with the corpse.
When he woke up in the morning he was 'longside the corpse and you may swear he got out of that quick an lively

get plenty of them at every meal, especially during Lent. Easter as a rule comes early in April, and there is great rejoicing. The children get two weeks holidays and are a great help at this time both inside and out in the fields helping to sow the potatoes, etc. When the school opens again we have the early summer. May with all its beauty is soon with us. The breakfast is at 7 o clock, and the dinner is at twelve sharp. The tea is at three in the evening and the supper at seven.
From this month until September all rest, both women and men for about an hour or an hour and a half after dinner, as this is the warmest part of the day. Then when September comes they take no rest as the days are getting cooler and warmer. The old people lie on

On May Eve some people put up a quicken berry branch on the gates and doors to keep the fairies away.
More old people wouldn't like to give a drop of milk away on May Day. They say it would be unlucky.
People long ago used to redden the sock of the plough on May Eve and put it in under the churn, when the churning would be ready.
This was to keep the fairies out of the churning.

"Whitewash in May, and you drive your friends away" is an ould saying.
There were people who lived in Blackstone, near Duncormick, wan time and they were wan year whitewashing in May. Some friends came to visit while they were at it.
"Oh" says they, "whitewash in May and you drive your friends away".
That day well wan of them went to the asylum. They never whitewashed in Blackstone during the month of May after that.

forgot raking the fire the next night so she says to the lad "you rake up that fire before we go to bed" so the lad was raking the fire & she pulled out her feathers & says "By the bark of my 3 crows feathers may you be raking & raking all night". So the lad was raking the fire all night & the lad & the fire was roaring & going mad through the house all night So the ould king was killing the witch upstairs - he didn't no what to do so next day come on & there was 3 cart load of clothes to be washed & Nancy pulled out her 3 crows feathers & says "Be the bark of my 3 crows feathers I wished that I had you all washed starched blued & dried"
& no sooner said than it was done & the 3rd lad

within the inner ring of the Ring yielded something in the nature of treasure trove the nature of wh. I could never discover. Lights have been seen often in the Rath at night but those in the know will tell you stories about poitin-running but being an export at the art of illicit distillation, I don't see how poitìn could be made without running water except by aid of an elaborate pumping apparatus connected with the fabled well, over wh a snow-white queen is said to preside (Tobar Geal). This caiseal may be the Dún Bolg for wh. antiquarians have been searching for 80 years. It is placed in correct juxtaposition with regard to Bun Eife, etc (qv page )
Of our further rambles in Wicklow I shall say nothing (h) Bun Eife. Travelling up the right bank of the Slaney one day northwards from Tullow, we inquired and recorded name of every pool, stone, field as we passed along. "What do you call this pool?" I enquired of an old man whose name I have lost. "Bun Eifí", was the prompt reply. I could have embraced him. This was surely the spot where the armies crossed on their way to Dun Bolg - a spot sought for in vain for 100 years by antiquary and archaeologist. Sure enough, there was a stream running into the pool i.e. Effy's Brook, and the

The same man came in here wan day and there was a line of chickens in the floor. "This is nice chickens" says he, "but yous want nare wan of them," 'Twas [?] for him. They died here and there all over the place there was wan little fellow and his beak went all quare, wan part of
it turned up and another turned down
like that (C<) so I got a scissors here wan day and I cut the two tops of his bake and made them fair (even) so that he coudl ate. I made him like a little duck, so begob he lived.
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We had ducks here and he came wan
day and praised them and begod they died everyway, with their wings on their back & their legs up and everyway.
There was an ould woman used come
in and we told her about it and she said if we may say "God save them" when he praised them, that nothing would happen 'em.
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reward - (the hand of the Princess) how the only trace they had of the strange man was the slipper which the Princess had snatched off his foot. He told how the King had made a proclamation to the assembled people that he was giving a banquet next night in honour of the man who saved his daughter. To this banquet every householder had sworn to bring every person of his household and my means of the slipper he would try to find out at the banquet the man who killed the dragon.
The master told Jack that he would have to go to the banquet next night. Jack said "Where I am concerned there is no have to and besides that slipper may fit several people."
Next day Jack went off with his herd, but before he went the Master told him that he would have to tell the King that he had refused to go in order to fulfil his promise to take the who household. Jack took no

Of the Virgin must needs have east on the august head of the Savior -Cardinal Pie
There we found Mary, Joseph, and the Child; for Mary, is the maiden-mother’s name, and Joseph is her spouse or guardian styled. Joseph was saht[?] in prayer, what time we came: peace was depicted on his features mild; warm gushing tears revealed a heart on flame. The beautious Maiden we found gaying[?] on the Child so wonderous sent us from above, whom she may justly claim to be her own; the eyes reflected modestly and love; around her head a glorious halo shone. Which angels of light, ‘t would seem for her head wore. Darkness enveloped where the ingout[?] lay. but he looked up and it was bright as day.

Still, still I prize this faded blade-- It sprung from consecrated clay, Nurs'd by a form that justice made The guardian of his life-long day. (May I in ways e'er live as he From servile ways, dishonor, free.)
E'en tho' this blade of grass doth now Present to me a blighted bloom. It tells of pow'r to whom we bow, Who guards the altar, cot, and comb, Who'll raise my father's form to life Triumphant over temporal strife.
Say, why is it the human heart, E'en tho' it gloats on pleasure's glow, Is ready still 'mid joys to part To scenes where friends are mould 'ring low; Nor shall it cease to love the dead; Nor cheer'd 'twill be, nor comforted ?

On the first day of May the children gather and dress up a sceach bush with flowers and ribbons and candles.
They go up and down the street. Then they stop in principle street and dance around it for some hours.
The people often throw them pennies and then the Cí [?] happens
This custom is kept up here still.
In many of the farmers houses in the locality they stick a Maybush in the dungheap, and they collect the shells of duck eggs - the blue

Superstitions.
Marry in May and You'll rue the day.(Days to Marry):-
Monday for Health, Tuesday for Wealth
Wednesday the best day of all.
Thursday for losses, Friday for crosses
and Saturday, no luck at all.Christenings:-
Monday's child is fair of face
Tuesday's child is full of grace
Wednesday's child is merry & glad
But Thursday's child is sorry @ sad
Friday's child is loving and giving
And Saturday's child must work for a living
But the child born on the Sabbath day is blithe
and bonny & good & gay.

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the fences he did bound.
But he was capsized and lost the Prize that day in Adamstown.
VII
Now I'll give a cheer to young Williams
and likewise to Mr. West
to valiant Day and noble Maher
and Whitney I protest.
Give a cheer to all the sportsmen
that assembled on the ground
till the end of time may Downs
long shine in sporting Adamstown.Composed by Thomas Broaders
Gort na buaile
in the year of 1870
There were two men at the races of Adamstown in 1870 and they didn't meet for nearly sixty years afterwards and says one of them to the other "begob Jim I never see anywan failed like you since we met last."