Don't have a newspaper name nor a date. The following Narrative claims for its paternity the late renowned Daniel O'Connell. Some years ago I went to Clonmel Assizes and accidentally witnessed a trial which I shall never forget. A wretched man, a native of County Tipperary, was charged with the murder of his neighbour. It seemed that an ancient feud existed between them. They had met at a fair and exchanged blows; again that evening they had met at a low-pot house, and the bodily interference of friends alone prevented a fight between them. The prisoner was heard to vow vengeance against his rival. The wretched victim left the house, followed soon after by the prisoner, and was found next day on the roadside murdered, and his face so badly bashed in by a stone that he could be only identified by his dress. The facts were strong against the prisoner; in fact it was the strongest case of circumstantial evidence I ever met with. As a form-of his guilt there was no doubt-the prisoner was called for his defence. He called, to the surprise of everyone, the murdered man. And the murdered man came forward. It seemed that another man had been murdered-the identification of dress was vague, for all peasantry of Tipperary wear the same description of clothes--that the presumed victim had got a hint that he would be arrested under "The White Boy Act"--and only returned with a noble Irish feeling of justice when he found that his ancient foe was in jeopardy on his account. The case was clear, the prisoner was innocent. The judge told the jury it was unnecessary to charge them. They requested permission to retire;-they returned in about two hours, when the foreman, with a long face, handed the Judge the verdict "Guilty".. Every one was astonished. "Good God" said the judge, "of what is he guilty? Not of murder, surely." "No, my Lord" said the foreman, "but if he did not murder that man, he stole my mare three years ago."