THE PLAGUE.

Taranaki Daily News, Volume XXXXIII, Issue 68, 6 April 1901, Page 3

THE PLAGUE.

I PER PRESS ASSOCIATION | Received 5, 10 5 am. I London, April 4'. | Of 31G us sea of Plague at Capetown/ 'h -ro |were 117 deaths, including 22: Europeans,

PAT AND THE BEES. In Charles Lever's delightful "O'Donognue" there occurs a remarkably rich passage illustrating the relations subsisting between an improving English landlord and ai: aututored tenar.l. The scene is on the lawn of the O L-onoghue s castfe in Kerry. The tenant-, have assembled to meet the worthy English baronet who has purchased the proper*y, and who with his agent standing hYthe E^W OW ' watches "w* l * f° rsome result of the many "improvements" which a. great cost he has endeavoured to introtZ V.?J d and peasants of he district. The agent presents the tenants 10 me. worthy innovator who enquires into jne condition of the grumbling and dissatisfied recipients of his favours. At length, on a tenant presenting himself, whom the agent failed to recognise, the oaronet turns to the figure before him, which, with face and head swollen out of all proportion, and showing distorted features and fiery eyes through the folds of a cotton handkerchief, awaits his address in ™ilen silence. ■' Who are you my good man ? What has happened to you ?" " raix, an' it's well ye may ax ; me own j mother wouldn't know tne this blessed n:orning! 'Tisall your own doin' entoirely." j "My doing!" replies the astonished baronet. " What can I have to do with the state you are in my good man ?" I 'C£ es i it is your doin'," answers the enr Tjopnetor of the swollen head; i " "lis Jl your doin', and well ye may be proud of it. 'Twas thim blessed bees ye gev me. ' We brought the divels into the house last'night, an' where did we put them but in the pig's corner. Well, after Katty, W the childer, an' meself was a while in bed, the pig goes :ootin' about the house, and be w?.: n't aisy till he hooked bis nose into the hive, and spilt the bees out about the flure; and thin whin I got cut of bid to let out the pig that was a-roaring through the house, the bees sittleddown on me, an' began stingin' me an' I jumped into bid of ain wid the whole of thim after me and Katty and the childer; and thin, what wid tile bees a-buzzin' an' a-stingin' us under the clothes out we all jumped agin' an' such a night was never spent in Ireland as we spint last night. What wid Katty and the childer a-roarin' an' a-baUin' an" the pig tain' up and down like mad, an' Katty wid tht besom, an' myself wid the fryin'-pan Satttiin' the bees agin the wall till morning', an' thin the sight we wor in the mornin'— begor it's ashamed ot yerself je ought te be 1"