The Letter Dear Dermot, I hope when this letter gets to you ’Twill find you in health, as now it leaves me;

Dermot Macmorrogh, King of Leinster, had, by his licentious tyranny, rendered himself odious to his subjects, who seized with alacrity the first occasion that offered of throwing off the yoke, which was become grievous and oppressive to them.

This exploit, though usual among the Irish, and rather deemed a proof of gallantry and spirit [d], provoked the resentment of the husband; who, having collected forces, and being strengthened by the alliance of Roderic, King of Connaught, invaded the dominions of Dermot, and expelled him his kingdom.

Dermot, supported by this authority, came to Bristol; and after endeavouring, though for some time in vain, to engage adventurers in the enterprise, he at last formed a treaty with Richard, surnamed Strongbow, Earl of Strigul.

This nobleman, who was of the illustrious house of Clare, had impaired his fortune by expensive pleasures; and being ready for any desperate undertaking, he promised assistance to Dermot, on condition that he should espouse Eva, daughter of that prince, and be declared heir to all his dominions [f].

While Richard was assembling his succours, Dermot went into Wales; and meeting with Robert Fitz-Stephens, Constable of Abertivi, and Maurice Fitz-Gerald, he also engaged them in his service, and obtained their promise of invading Ireland.

Roderic, the chief monarch of the island, was foiled in different actions; the Prince of Ossory was obliged to submit, and give hostages for his peaceable behaviour; and Dermot, not content with being restored to his kingdom of Leinster, projected the dethroning of Roderic, and aspired to the sole dominion over the Irish.

Roderic, in revenge, cut off the head of Dermot's natural son, who had been left as a hostage in his hands; and Richard, marrying Eva, became soon after, by the death of Dermot, master of the kingdom of Leinster, and prepared to extend his authority over all Ireland.

Roderic, in revenge, cut off the head of Dermot's natural son, who had been left as a hostage in his hands; and Richard, marrying Eva, became soon after, by the death of Dermot, master of the kingdom of Leinster, and prepared to extend his authority over all Ireland.

His name was Hugh Riley,a name that has been traditionally connected with dare-devil exploits ever since the days of Dermot McMorrogh.

And the tempest was swelling Round the fisherman's dwelling, And she cried, "Dermot, darling, oh come back to me." Her beads while she numbered, The baby still slumbered.

The dawn of the morning Saw Dermot returning, And the wife wept with joy her babe's father to see, And closely caressing Her child with a blessing, Said, "I knew that the angels were whispering with thee.

* * EVA, DAUGHTER OF DERMOT MACMURROUGH.

In 1173 the death of Mulmurry Mac-Murrough is recorded; as also of Dermot O'Kaelly, from whom the family name of Kelly is derived; but I do not find any notice of the daughter of Dermot MacMurrough.

In 1173 the death of Mulmurry Mac-Murrough is recorded; as also of Dermot O'Kaelly, from whom the family name of Kelly is derived; but I do not find any notice of the daughter of Dermot MacMurrough.

Taig: A bright scholar she laid Dermot down to be.

Taig: To some trade of merchandise it is likely Dermot was reared.

"What now would your cousin Dermot be saying?"

"He that is as straight and as clean as a green rush on the brink of the bog." Taig: "It is you will be fit but to blow the bellows," my mother would say, "the time Dermot will be forging gold."

Dermot that would feel my keep no more than the lake would feel the weight of the duck.

Taig: My mother that would hit me a crack if I made free with any of the chaps of the village, saying that would not serve me with Dermot, that had a good top-coat and was brought up to manners and behaviour.

Taig: Dermot that is better again.

It cannot be that you are Dermot Melody? Darby:

Taig: If you are my full cousin Dermot Melody

Taig: What call had you letting on to be Dermot Melody? Darby: What letting on?