Chichester-Clark, when he addressed a Unionist meeting in Dunmurry. "The IRA and above all, the socalled Provisionals, are not, as they would claim, patriots at all, " he said.

"Some are certainly mere criminals, placing bombs for kicks and robbing banks for personal as well as for political gain. Others are equally certainly cowards who lurk in the deep shadows as they push into the street an eight- or nineyear-old with a petrol bomb in his hand. All are alike in their contempt for freedom." The Premier claimed that the people in the South had never got their minds clear where they stood on the question of "terrorist organisations."

Fianna Fáil, the governing party itself, he said, was in the line of those who opposed the Treaty settlement by violence and engaged in "bloody civil war with those who had shortly before been their comrades." In song, story, popular tradition and sentiment the gunmen had been idealised and sentimentalised, he said.

The People, Dublin 9 February 1833 Dublin Police College Street. Mrs Anne Shanks appeared at this office on Tuesday and complained of the conduct of Peter Reilly, her journeyman cordwainer.

She said - "I live at Sir John's-quay, No.78; I lost my husband, as good a workman as ever tuk up an awl, by the cholera, laivin four childhood. Al last week I was not left worth a ha'penny, inthroth, disturbed from midnight to morn by what they said was my poor husband's ghost;

throth it made noise enough, ricketting, clattering, battering, trampity tramp, clumpity clump, thump went the chairs, jump went the candlesticks, and then there'd be a noise. I was shrunk up abed, covered with curtains, and the ghost would be for raking the fire.

I saw him says Reilly, so did I says the watchman - 'twas poor Ned Shanks (not his mare) himself, and he looked dry and hungry.

Well, I gave Reilly and the watchman tay and sugar, whiskey and chops, to keep the life in me, for a whole week. The landlord sent his son to aid in this vigil and sure enough, says Peter, says he. I seed him, and a great, big, black, cholerahospital tarpaulin all over him; but he'll not 'pear to you, says he to my landlord's son, for you're a Protestant, says he. So, with that, matters passed on in this way; the groanings and the moanings went on every night; the dickens I thought was in it, when I found out that the roguish thief himself was the ghost. I caught him stailin a pair of my boots, and I followed him, so I did; and my boots were worth twelve shillings, and more than that."

This extraordinary tale being ended, the poor woman's informations were taken against Peter Reilly, and a warrant issued for his apprehension. Another scandalous robbery of the dead was perpetrated on Sunday night in Mark's Churchyard. The resurrectionists raised no less than seven bodies in all, succeeded in taking away five, and left two more exposed behind them. It would be no harm if a few questions were put to the sexton and grave-diggers on similar occasions; for it is most likely, if they were of communicative disposition, the affair would no longer remain.