Various, The Irish Penny Journal, Vol. 1 No…
“ One fine morning in August, farmer Costigan sallied forth at the head of a regiment of reapers armed for the destruction of a large field of wheat, but scarcely had he got outside his yard when he missed two of his most efficient men—his two sons.“Where can those gorsoons ov mine be, boys?” inquired he of the reapers. “In the arms ov Murphy, to be sure,” answered a little shrill-piped fellow, the crack orator of the country, which, and the circumstance of his name being alike, procured him the cognomen of “Counsellor Shiel.” ”
