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Legends of Mount Leinster, by Harry Whitney
Legends of Mount Leinster by Harry Whitney Author:Patrick Kennedy General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1855 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: V. CLONMULLIN AND ITS TRADITIONS. Sunday Morning At Ca8tledockbeix Thibd Evening At My Codmothek's. -- Pride Out Of Its Place In Tub Church. A vhite-boy Tbagedy Of 1775 A Tradition Of Clonmullin. Politics And Poetry Of 1798. It was pleasant on a fine autumn morning, to sit on the southern brow of Coolgarrow hill among the heath and rocks, and gaze east and south over the valley through which the Slaney rolls; and let the gladdened eyes repose on the fields of ripe corn and green potatoes, on the shorn meadows, the ragged furze-clad edges of hill-slopes, and the varied tones of the foliage of the oak wood at your feet. The charm of all these, either seen distinctly, or through the silver haze arising from the streams, and moist low-lying inches; and the impressive silence of the morning of rest, had the effect of stilling mental trouble, and enthralling the senses, so that nothing seemed wanting for perfect enjoyment, but rest for the body, while the eye drank in enjoyment from the balmy air, the sunshine, the bright mellow green spots where the light fell freely, and the cool shadows thrown from the trees, and hedges, and brows of hills. But we must put a limit to this dreamy enjoyment: the cloaks and bonnets of the young girls descending to Mass through the pass of Glan- amoin, come into sight, and people are seen in the doors of the farm houses, looking up lazily at the sun to make an approximate guess at the hour. It is near 11 o'clock, and if we wish not to he late at the chapel, let us join one of the little streams of wayfarers, all converging to the cross-roads of Castle-dockrell. As we ad...« less