It scarcely needs the statement that his labors were in honor of the new editor-in-chief of the Carlow "Herald."
This unlucky newspaper was a thorn in the side of every patriot of Carlow County.
It was of little consequence what sort of representatives the people of Carlow obtained.
Carlow folk held up their heads when journalism was mentioned.
Is there a man in Carlow or in all Ireland who could have witnessed this scene unmoved?
It's dull, here in Carlow, of course—that is, it used to be.
The sandstone of the county is frequently of such a nature as to split easily into layers, known in commerce as Carlow flags.
It said—it said—that I had won the love of every person in Carlow County.
Carlow is an old town which belonged to the hereditary enemies of the Fitzgeralds, the Butlers of Ormonde.
I run all the way from Carlow, since twelve o'clock last night.'