"The top of the morning to you, Terence," cried the major, looking down upon me from the window of his bedroom. I was standing in front of the castle of Ballinahone-the seat of the O'Finnahans, my ancestors-on the banks of the beautiful Shannon, enjoying the fresh air of the early morning. "Send Larry up, will you, with a jug of warm water for shaving; and, while I think of it, tell Biddy to brew me a cup of hot coffee. It will be some time before...