There are many sorts of fairies in Ireland. The trooping clans, the friendliest, wear green jackets, and the solitary fairies wear red. According to McAnally, a peasant once witnessed a battle between them, and when the trooping fairies began to win be was so overjoyed “to see the green above the red” that he gave a loud hurrah. Immediately all vanished from view, and he found himself thrown headlong in the ditch. In Mr. Pests’ classification the weird but not unkindly morrows, or sea fairies, come nest, then the fairy doctors and witches, who inhabit puddings and pots, bewitch butter, steal milk and the like; the banshees, not always harbingers of death; the leprecaun, or fairy shoemakers, “the only industrious persons among them,” for they dance their shoes away in a single night; the pookas, first cousins of the Scotch brownies, who for their sins are obliged to help the housewife with nightly elfin labors; the giants, the ghosts and the satanic: race of demon cats, and last, the “kings, queens, princesses, earls and robbers.”—Sarah H. Cleghorn in Atlantic.

From— The Bemidji Daily Pioneer. (Bemidji, Minn.), 05 Jan. 1911. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress.