13-1-1877 Clonmel Chronicle. A good hoax. A few days ago, a discharged soldier came home to his native place in the vicinity of Kyle, about three miles from Timoney. On his arrival he was in his full uniform, which, upon procuring a suit of plain clothes, he laid aside as useless. A rural wit took advantage of the circumstances to practice upon the fears of his neighbours, and soon appeared, with streamers flying, a splendid specimen of a soldier. In a business like manner he provided himself with a note book and pencil, and entered the houses of the rustics, where he enquired the names and numbers of the male inmates. Upon being informed he struck the proportion of two out of four, and one out of three, and directed them to be prepared to depart at a moment's notice to the headquarters of the district, to undergo a course of drill preparatory to their departure to the seat of the war, which had already broken out. So completely was he metamorphised that no one even guessed at identification, and so impressed were the people that the anticipated adieux induced many tears and sobs on the part of loving parents, and tender hearted sisters. The truth has since come out, and the simple minded people feel quite ashamed. Mary