With Appendix Containing a Complete and Exhaustive Glossary of Every Irish Word IN presenting to the public Revised Simple Lessons in Irish" we are endeavoring to carry into effect the expressed wishes of the late lamented Rev. Eugene O'Growney. These revised Lessons are the last literary production of that great Gaelic scholar and lover of Ireland and her language To the student of Irish this little work will be found a most useful and helpful compen dium. Great care has been given to the com piling of the "Phonetic Key" system. By following instructions, every word given in the book can be pronounced according to the usages of the best modern speakers of the vernacular. The author's chief aim was sim plicity and clearness of expression. Giving the Most Improved Method EVERY IRISH SCHOLAR NEEDS ONE. Price, 10 Cents. Sent free by mail. For Sale at the office of THE GAEL, The simplest remedy for indigestion, constipation, biliousness and the many ailments arising from a disordered stom- ach, liver or bowels is Ripans Tabules. They go straight to the seat of the trouble relieve the distress, cleanse and cure the affected parts, and give the system a The Five-Cent packet is enough for an ordin- No. 1. 수 Hn GAOOAL: (The Gael.) A MONTHLY BI-LINGUAL MAGazine Devoted To The Promotion of The VOL. XXIII. NEW YORK, JANUARY, 1904. TWENTY-THIRD YEAR OF PUBLICATION. INNY BREEN, stepping over from Rathlashin to Clochranbeg, a fe w perches short of the Silver Lane, met with Joe Hedican, leading his sorrel mare, and said to him, "What at all ails you?" "Is it what ails me?" said Joe. "Sure, what else?" said Dinny, "and the mare in a lather and a thrimble, and yourself comin' along as unstuddy as a thing on wires. Lookin' fit to drop down you are." "And why wouldn't we have a right to be?" said Joe, "and ourselves after seein' what we won't either of us be the better for till the day we're waked." "Bedad then, that's the plisant talk for me to be hearin', wid the light darkenin' before me every minyit," said Dinny. "And so it's wakin' the ould mare you'll be, says you? Well now, I never heard the like of that. But, to be sure, I'm not very long in the County Donegal. I hope you'll send me word of the buryin'. It's a comical notion, if you come to consider The Fairy Child. By Jane Barlow. it." He laughed, upon consideration, This was not the risk he chose to ward without the prospect of any company. The Silver Lane twists through a sea of softly heaped mounds, scantily clad with bent-grass, pale and dry, and dark, harsh-textured furzes. These are rooted in almost pure sand, silvery hued, yet under strong sunbeams yielding dim golden glimmers, that give a faint purple to the shadow in its curves and folds. But the touch of this March evening's twilight left it all cold, white and gray. It lies deep and powdery on the narrow roadway, so that a man has not even the sound of his own footsteps to reassure him, should he be disposed to feel lonesome and apprehensive. Dinny Breen was feeling both, as he passed the second sharp turn of the lane, and came to a place where a crevice-like path pierced the sandhill on his left. Here he noticed many huge hoof-prints, some of them impressed with violence upon the low buttresses of the banks, which, in the ordinary course of things, no horse would have trodden. "Hereabouts it is they seen whatever it was frightened them," he said to himself, "and set the mare prancin' and dancin'. Between us and |