Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Then merrily, merrily went their tabor, And merrily went their toes. But now, in the times of James, they had all gone, for they were of the old profession, and their songs were Ave Maries. In Ireland they are still extant, giving gifts to the kindly, and plaguing the surly. Have you ever seen a fairy or such like? I asked an old man in County Sligo. Amn’t I annoyed with tbem, was the answer. Do the fishermen along here know anything of the mermaids? I asked a woman of a village in County Dublin. Indeed, they don’t like to see them at all, she answered, for they always bring bad weather. Here is a man who believes in ghosts, said a foreign sea-cap tain, pointing to a pilot of my acquaintance. In every house over there, said the pilot, pointing to his native village of Rosses, there are several. Certainly that now old and much respected dogmatist, the Spirit of the Age, has in no manner made his voice heard down there. In a little while, for he has gotten a consumptive appear of late, he will be covered over decently in his grave.