turning over new land every year, hoping to see the treasure turning up some day on the top of the plough. I think if the treasure comes, the plough will get a rest.Marie GallagherI heard this story from James R. Coen, a young man of thirty years, who lives in Aughrim. Long long ago, there lived in Aughrim a family named Rogers. In the family there were three girls, one son and the father. The neighbours looked upon them with great affection. At intervals they seemed unfed and cold. For many years they lived in this miserable condition and yet they never looked for food or help. After many years, the father of the family took very ill. So the neighbours all gathered to the house with great anxiety. All seemed to have great pity for this man, for he was a man of good features and an old representative of the county. Yet an unutterable sadness shadowed him. Some time later, he felt that he was near his end, so calling his son to theMarie Gallagher