Mr. Barnett and his famous dogs are too well known to need mentioning here, except to say that he has been one of the most successful breeders, exhibitors, and judges in England for nearly twenty years. The writer always thought Mr. Barnett's Bachelor was lucky to become a champion, as there was not enough daylight under his body. The writer does like to see an Irish Terrier up on his legs, but not stilty, and, if he is not mistaken, he has seen far more typical Irish Terriers in Mr. Barnett's kennels than Champion Bachelor.

At the Crystal Palace, 1884, Mr. Graham won first' in open dogs with his home-bred Garryford (14,578), by Garryowen ex Peggy by Killiney Boy ex Champion Erin; Messrs. Carey's Mogul (13,844) was second, and Carrick third. Mr. Graham also took first in bitches with Gaily (13,309), bred by Mr. Gourley, Mr. Greaves's Glory (13,558) being second, a bitch that had previously won a first at Strabane and champion prize at Portadown, and also got first in the champion class at the Crystal Palace the following year.

It was at the Kennel Club Show at the Crystal Palace, January, 1884, that the quartet Playboy, Poppy, Champion Pagan II., and Champion Kitty met in the champion class. The first-named three were litter brothers and sister - truly a remarkable litter. Poppy won, and also accounted for the silver medal for the best Irish Terrier in the show, leaving Playboy to do battle later, which he did by winning first Belfast, first and cup Alexandra Palace, first Dublin, first Darlington, first challenge class at the Royal Aquarium Show 1886 - in fact, beat about everything he met.

A nice bitch out this year was Mr. Greaves's Extreme Carelessness by Sport ex Vic, and beyond being a little smutty in colour she was hard to beat. She won first in the Challenge Class at the Kennel Club Show at the Crystal Palace in January, 1887, as well as first at the Ranelagh Club grounds later, beating Champion Poppy and Bumptious Biddy. The B's were busy this year. The names of all Mr. Barnett's dogs, it will be noticed, commence with the letter B, and now we find Mr. Graham following suit with the prefix "Breda," and Mr. Backhouse with the prefix "Bumptious."

At the Kennel Club Show at the Crystal Palace, January, 1887, Mr. Barnett's Champion Bachelor won first in the challenge class for dogs, the silver medal for the best uncropped dog, and the special for the best uncropped dog or bitch. He was similarly successful at the Kennel Club Show in February, 1888, winning silver medal for the best Irish Terrier in the show. This dog did a lot at stud, and altogether must have been profitable to his owner. He was by Bogie Rattler ex Biddy III., his grandsire being Playboy and granddam Fury, a bitch that, the writer believes, Mr. Krehl purchased from Mr. Despard. Bogie Rattler and Biddy III. were purchased by Mr. Barnett from Mr. Krehl as puppies. It falls to the lot of only a very few breeders to be as fortunate as Mr. Barnett in breeding a champion at the first attempt.

Mr. Graham again came to the front in 1889 by breeding one of the best in Breda Mixer by Irish Ambassador ex Breda Vixen, winning prizes galore and soon becoming a champion. This dog did a lot of good to the breed at stud, siring many winners, including the invincible Champion Bolton Woods Mixer, out of Saskatchewan, the property of Mr. G. W. Cragg. Bolton Woods Mixer has probably sired more winners and won more prizes for his present owner, Mr. Sam Wilson, than any Irish Terrier that ever lived, and such a little gold-mine must this Terrier have been that he has been facetiously called by some "Daily Bread."

Mr. Graham sold Breda Mixer to Mr. A. E. Clear, who passed him on to the Rev. D. F. Wright, his present owner. The old dog, in addition to being very game, was a splendid companion, and quite one of the rev. gentleman's family.

Bolton Woods Mixer was born February 12th, 1895, which is getting down to a comparatively recent date, and space will not permit of many other good dogs living being mentioned, and were it otherwise no practical good would accrue, as all Irish Terriers of note whelped subsequent to date named are too well known to be referred to here. The writer may, however, be pardoned for harking back to name that nice brace of Terriers, the property of Mrs. Butcher, Bawnboy and Ted Malone, the former by Champion Brickbat ex Lotion and the latter by Champion Daniel II. ex Lotion, both bred by that lady, who, with her dog Still Another, won the first Breeders' Cup outright and many other valuable prizes.

Mr. F. Wheatley's bitch Lewisham Banshee, also a daughter of Daniel II., well merited Mr. L. C. P. Astley's description of her - "A very sweet bitch, hard in coat, and good in body, legs, and feet"; also her many firsts under Messrs. Raper, Gresham, etc. She was a little dark in ear, but the best-coated bitch the writer ever saw.

Mr. F. Butler's Odiham Bridget, a '92 bitch by Odiham Pat ex Gyp, was a winner of several firsts and specials under Dr. Carey, and but for an accident to her thigh would have been a hard nut to crack.

Constitutionally, the Irish Terrier is as hard as a pebble from puppyhood to old age, which renders him one of the easiest to breed. Nothing seems to trouble him so long as there is a bone in the cupboard, and he is as happy on a straw bed in a kennel as reposing on a down cushion in a drawing-room, and a more reliable dog with children cannot be found. As a companion he is hard to beat - a genial, rollicking, good-natured chap, who does not mind waiting outside for an hour or two for his master, even if it does rain or snow. The day is never too cold and the drain never too wet or long if there is a quarry at the other end. He is always a faithful "pal," never surly or snappish, and will take any amount of banter from other dogs before cutting up rusty; but if he happens to drop across a quarrelsome tyke that positively will not take no for an answer, you will see him stand as firm as a rock, with every muscle set ready for action, a slight pucker in the top lip showing a rat-trap-like set of ivory white teeth, which is a plain indication that he means business, whilst his bright, intelligent, hazel eyes flash expressive of the popular saying "Let 'em all come," and the gintleman who is bold enough to tread on the tail av his coat will have a warm time, and will not miss the first opportunity of clearing off with a lasting recollection of "Irish hot." He has been truly designated the Bull-terrier of the sister isle, and it is not too much to say he has few equals and no superior in point of pluck, if the English Bull-terrier be excepted.