The Manchester Guardian publishes things, “incredible,” in England, concerning marauders and murderers, called police, in Ireland.

Everyone in this land who opens his lips has “incredible” tales to tell about them—tales too true.

Here are things, done of late, that never have been published. But the present writer has seen, or he has heard.

(a) In Tipperary, boys, but a short time since, were playing ball against an old disused half-ruinous house. Up drove the “police,” rushed out of their lorry, seized the boys, saying : “You burnt our barracks”— the building where the boys were playing was not the barracks, which (in another part of the town) had been burnt— ”and now we’ll have revenge on you.” They beat the boys with butt ends of revolvers, knocked them to the ground, kicked them, carried off five into a lorry, to deal further with them. Some of the boys escaped to tell the priests of the place. When the men saw the priests, they shouted : “What do you want here, you bloody sky-pilots?” At last, one R.I.C. man among them quieted them so far, that they let go the boys, some of whom were cut about the faces, and had to have their heads bandaged for wounds.

Then the “police” broke into a public-house, stole much liquor, and twenty pounds from the till.