and it was not long until they all were approaching Dublin. "Where will you stop?" asked the fairy host. "At my brother's house, in Francis Street," replied John. "We know the place,' they replied, and immediately brought him to the house. John went into the house, where he was welcomed, and meat and drink set before him. "Don't delay me." says John, "but bring me my armor, (literally, 'raiment of battle')." "What business have you of it?" demanded his brother. "I am going to London," replied John, "to ask forgiveness and pardon of the king." The brother immediately brought him his entire armor, offensive and defensive (such as he wore when he served in King James's army); and further, according to John's direction, he brought pen and ink, and wrote on parchment the form of a royal pardon for John Hackett of Munster. John put on his armor, and put the parchment, together with the pen and ink, into his bosom, and then went out to the fairies, who were impatiently waiting for him. “Long has been thy delay yonder," they exclaimed," and the night is far advanced."

So away they sped, and away John sped with them; they soon lost sight of land, and passed o'er the top of the ocean, until they came to Paris. Now it happened that just as they arrived the king was holding a great assembly of the chiefs and nobles of France in his palace; and the fairies went in, together with John Hackett of Munster, and passing unseen through the assembly, settled on the pillars and the ceiling, and every other place that was convenient. But they could gain no advan

tage on account of a little spaniel that was near the king's daughter, (you must know that all spaniels are a living talisman against the fairies,) which would not allow any of them to get near her, but continued barking furiously. So they ordered John Hackett to go and catch him. John crept stealthily under the table, and coming on the little dog unawares, seized him and put him into his pocket.

The fairies, in the meantime, had been watching the king's daughter, and seeing her now without the protection of the dog, cast their darts at her while she was dancing. She sneezed three times, and fell in gentle death, i. e., a swoon. The fairies took her up, and leaving a dead body in her place, took flight, and stopped not until they arrived in London before the palace of the king of England.

The king was asleep at the time, and they left John Hackett at his bedside, charging him to do his business quickly, while they would take a range through the royal cellar. John lost no time in awaking the king. "Hillo, king of the Saxons," says he. "Who is that disturbing my sleep?" says the king. "It is I, John Hackett, from Munster in

Ireland," replied John. "How did you come here, John Hackett?" said the king, "and you so long causing trouble in the land, and doing me injury?" "I came," said John, more intent on the why than the how, "to make friends. with you, and to get protection from you." "The protection you shall get from me," said the king, "is hanging and burning." "Less talk from you,' says John, "or I will take your life,"