Romantic Ireland; volume 2/2

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es of Tuatha de Danaan, after whose wives (who were also three sisters) the island was alternately called, Eire, Banva, and Fiola. By these names Ireland is still frequently known to the poets. Whatever difficulties or obstacles beset the Milesians in landing, they at once attributed to the "necromancy" of the Tuatha de Danaans. When the Milesi

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s Bradshaw-is the true spot where West meets East; where

ked water were selected by the great Duke of Wellington and others as the

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. The principal village on the island is called Knightstown. If favoured with a fresh westerly breeze, one beholds from the hillside a scene of grandeur unsurpassed. The ocean engages in conflict with the rugged headlands rising hundreds of feet out of the sea, and hurls its foaming breakers with ceaseless rhythm against

that some of the jets of foam sprung a hundred feet into the air, and then the tints! Sometimes a clear green wave would roll its huge volume on the rocks before it broke; at others, dash greenly up to it and dissolve in wreaths of purest

in his daily round is here strikingly exemplified. Happening to be in the instrument-room at about eleven o'clock in the forenoon, one sees the operators at work, receiving from, say, Berlin, th

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done her best to produce the picturesque with ocean and rock, twisted and split, pierced and tunnelled; every rock seems to have been torn in some gigantic struggle against total destruction, and left to still wage war against storm and tempest. The harbour of D

iles of wonderful panorama of islands and rocks out to and around the Blasquetts. The Blasquetts are a group of eight rocky islands, two of t

eam colour, produced by countless crowds of gannets-most powerful of gulls-sitting on their nests on the ledges of cliff. At the sound of an approaching steamer, the air is filled with a sw

great and disappointing contrasts. One may read the statistics in the guide-books and learn that 350,000 pigs are killed

pigs, sausages, and various

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igs, and little pig

e castles, a fine old relic which still remains. The town was in the very thick of the row raised by Cromwell; and, in the wars of "the silent" William of Orange, it manufactured history as fast as its factories turn out sausages now. The name of Sarsfield, the Jacobite general, is for ever identified with Limerick. The city was taken and retaken more often than we should care to state;

r of history, but sits dozing complacently on the estuary of "the finest river in the

rs who fought for her when she was young, the local government officially alone remains, like the gray elderly husband of s

" of the conventional pattern. The chief "amusement" of this delectable place appears to be the gathering of "Irish

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shy tufts, coralline in shape. The "moss" must be bleached in the sun, and then boiled down into jelly. "Dulse," another variety of edible seaweed, which requires no prepara

Brien. The son of an attorney, he was born in 1828, receiving his education at Dublin University.

Ine" and "Irish Castles," which present in a picturesque vocabu