In looking over the papers of Francis Purcell, a parish priest in the south of Ireland, I met with the following document. It is one of many such; for he was a collector of old local traditions. It is the tale of a young Irishman who had a wicked argument with his sweetheart one night, and, drunken and depressed in his regret, fell in with the army. He died on the battlefield -- and still somehow returned to find his woman waiting. . . . tales like these are prevalent throughout the south of Ireland. The writer can vouch for one case; others are commonplace enough. And by no means is this the weirdest lore recorded in. . . . THE PURCELL PAPERS, VOLUME III