There was once a boy named Johnny Curtin a poor scholar. He was stopping at the house of Dick (D) Cassidy a little farmer who lived not far from an old abbey of Holy Cross in the county of Tipperary. Cassidy was a hearty man and loved a story in his soul. The third night after Johnny had stayed in Cassidy's farmhouse after sitting very late telling stories to Dick and the children. Johnny were to sleep on a shake of straw in a corner and there he had a dream. He thought that an old man with a long beard and dressed from head to foot came and stood beside him and called him by his name.