NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS. 1-3-1853 From the Times The Irish Land Company. It is stated that the City of Dublin Steam Packet Company have just brought across from Liverpool the first portion of the carefully selected herd of young cattle, and bulls, of the best breeds, and 10 excellent work horses, a quantity of improved agricultural implements. The stock has been forwarded, we hear, to the company’s recently purchased property of Lanespark and Poyntstown, situate in the Counties of Tipperary and Kilkenny, and future large importations, we are informed may be expected for the same property, and for the large portion of the Kingston Estate, above 20’000 acres which the Irish Land Company has purchased. The Company possesses property in the Counties of Tipperary, Limerick, Cork, Galway, Kilkenny, and Wexford, aggregating nearly 30’000 acres; the larger portion of it contiguous to and in the two first named Counties,. It is further added that preparations are being made by the company for extensive operations on their estates in arterial drainage and other improvements. 1-4-1833 The assizes of Tipperary closed, and the Judges left Clonmel on Friday. Thursday Richard Burke was executed at the front of the County Gaol, for the murder of Patrick Ryan, at Tipperary, on the 20 th of November last. The unfortunate man confessed his guilt. On Sunday Edmond Breene, for the murder of William Shea, at Ardmayle, the 20 th of August last, and Michael Regan, for the murder of James Morgan, in July 1830, paid the penalty of their guilt at the same place. Regan’s brother was executed about a year ago for the same offence. 1-8-1836 Tipperary Constitution. On Sunday last, about the hour of 12 O’Clock, Mr. Thomas Going’s house at Summerville, near Littleton, was attacked by an armed party, who broke in through a parlour window, and took therefrom a sum of money, together with a quantity of wine and spirits to a large amount. Mr. Going was attending Divine Service at the time, and there being no person in the house but Mrs. Going, the ruffians took the opportunity of committing the robbery. They also searched for fire arms, but we are happy to add without success. On the same night , the house of James and Daniel Fogarty, near Holycross, was attacked by an armed party, who broke the windows, and fired several shots into the house; They then threatened James Fogarty, if he did not give up the lands he took from Hall, that he would meet the same death as the Sheas did. On the night of the 17 th inst, the house of Patrick Neale, in the town of Thurles, was set fire by some evil minded person or persons as yet unknown. The only reason that can be assigned for this malicious outrage is, that Neale prosecuted to conviction at the last summer assizes , a man of the name of Maher, for the murder of Michael Eagen. Maher confessed his guilt on the scaffold. On Saturday morning last, a limekiln, lately built, for the use of the tenantry of the Earl of Glengall, in the neighbourhood of Rehill mountain, was levelled by some miscreants, who also burned a large rick of turf belonging to an industrious man, for having dared, contrary to their mandates , to take part of the mountain; They likewise fired several shots into his house, as well as into the house of the mason who built the kiln. 1-12-1821 From the Times We copy the following article from and Irish paper. It purports to be a communication from “Moll Doyle” (A term for expressing the body of those who are committing the outrages in the South of Ireland, like the term “Captain Ludd” used some time ago in the North of England” and explains the grounds on which the rebels against law and human nature in Limeric and Tipperary rest their defence:- TO THE EDITOR OF THE DUBLIN EVENING POST. Sir-Though I own that I neither love or like you for your continued persecution of me and my family, in your paper and your manifold schemes to rouse our good friends, the landlords and magistrates againts us, I am willing to follow your own example, and shake hands with my enemy, so that there may be no want of concord amongst all classes of his Majesty’s subjects, and, as you are now such an advocate for conciliation, and draw such glowing pictures of universal philanthropy, benevolence, Christian Charity, and the like fine things, I shall hope for your aid in behalf of my poor boys, than whom, with a little kind treatment, his Majesty has not better subjects. Very many lies have been told of us, and things laid to our charge that we know not of; we have been insulted and abused by all parties, as it answered their purposes, with little advantage to ourselves, the great loss to the country, and weary, at length, of the life we have led for years. But in order to render the reconcilitation permanent, we must avoid all future temptation; for this purpose prayer alone will not be sufficient, and, as open confession is good for the soul, a few lines ocasionally to you, by way of information, of the inducements that may be held out to us to trangress, may have the effect of keeping temptation from us, at least, it will assure you of our sincerity, and interpersed with occasional sketches of my birth, parentage, and education, may be amusing, if not, instructive. “Illicit distillation has been, of late, the main stay of my family; it has secured us friends among all classes; by it the farmer gets more for his corn, the Landlord is better paid his rent, the gentleman is supplied with a cheaper beverage, and the peasant afforded his favourite cordial in the manufacture, sale, purchase, and keep of the poteen. All are concerned and liable to penalties and the informer is equally dreaded by all, and such effect has this community of interest and fears on entire districts, that every outrage of any of the inhabitants is connived at by the others, and protection afforded to them against every law process, by a call for some of my boys, who are acquainted with the secret springs that actuate the magistrates, the gentry, the landlords, the landholders, the police, and the peasantry, who only laugh at legal forms, proclamations, rewards, warrants and constables, and with what reason, the following scene, at a late Quarter Sessions, in a proclaimed district, will I trust satisfy you, it being the first session since the introduction of the Peelers. Myself and my boys were anxious to know how the land lay (as we term it). His Worship the Barrister was on the bench, with some of our neighbouring magistrates, he made a long speech about me and my children, and how he himself made the Government proclaim the district, and that until he took off the Peelers they should remain. ‘What is his worships name with the whig, ?’ Says I, ‘and where does he live?’. ‘By my soul’ says my son Pat ‘that is more than I can tell you, but I know he is not an Irishman, and that it will not be an easy matter to find him for the next three months, for he only steps down once every quarter for three or four days, to earn his 500/. Per year, besides pocketing the small fees. ‘Paddy’ says I, the times are altered; the time was when some of our own worthy Gentlemen, born and bred amongst us, would be sitting in this place, knowing us all, and giving us his advice; and if he had anything bad to say, or good to tell us, all the Magistrates around him, would join with him in it, so that their punishment were well received, and submitted to; I was a bad day for Ireland that her gentry and magistrates gave up their true places; and until they shall resume them again, they will not go right; and, indeed, I feel as I speak. His worship then addressed the Grand Jury about Poteen whiskey. Paddy, says I, that will ruin us; why don’t those other justices that we know take part in the speech/. Hush, Hush! Mother, says he, they are laughing in their sleeves at him; did not Tim and I sell them a nice half barrel each, of good poteen last Monday; and did not his worship on the right sell me five barrels of rum malt, for which I paid his Honour at his own table, and the exciseman by his side. His Worship, the Barrister, may talk as he pleases; them other Magistrates have interest enough to save us from all harm. Did not his Worship on the left make the exciseman give back the worm and pot he took from Tom Corragan last Sunday night, and hold his tongue about it, and as to the Grand Jury and the Petty Jury, the High Constable, and the permanent sergeant, don’t you know every mother’s babe of them to be either poteen of malt makers or dealers, and did I not bring in the nice five gallon jar this morning, to his Worship the Barristers own man, the crier, with the promise of two more when he came next, at 4s.6d. per gallon. Sure it is time for us now to know how these things work; tis all palaver as his Worship Squire------‘s daughter says in the little song she sings for us when we take her Honour the present of poteen; and as for the Peelers, do you think they could do anything against the interests of their Worships, our neighbouring Magistrates, the Session Juries, and our other friends.