Romantic Ireland; volume 2/2

everflowing Gulf Stream, which, so the scientists say, were it diverted by any terrestrial

one takes in the announcement of the statisticians, for instance, that an express-train travelling at sixty miles an hour would take m

outh and west coast of Ireland is marvellously

storm and wave-riven mountain, a rock wall 1,972 feet high. It is a grand and noble headland, as a glance at the map will show, and is one of the most loft

with golf-links, electric lights, and up-to-date hotels, and, for that reas

town at the head of its own bay, and, in spite of its being a coast to

onegal unless he will delve deep into frowsy historical works, such as the "Annals" of the "Four Masters" of the old Abbey of Donegal. The retreat where they

is a fine Jacobean building, built up out of the remnants of its parent, and, with its tall gabled towers and turrets, is in every w

es on a landlocked tiny bay, of which so many examples exist in the British Islands. It is no more attractive, nor an

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reat city and yet never mi

pletely isolated from the distractions of the great world outside as if he were marooned on a desert isle, with the advan

e so, if anything, in that the diminutive engine and its toy carriages sto

e the waves to the extent of rounding these headlands by boat, he will then experience something of

g of the rock defy description; its beauty must be seen to be believed. Its glorious colours are grouped in masses on the mountain's face: stains of metal, green, amber, gold

owstone Park and the canyons of Arizona or Colorado. Those who know Bierstadt or Moran's paintings o

Donegal, of which he was a native. The abbatial church of Raphoe was changed into a cathedral soon after, when St. Eunan was consecrated the first bishop. He originally entered the monastery founded by St. Columba, and became its fifth abbot. In 701 he was appo

to forsake their erroneous computation. He wrote, too, the life of St. Columbkille, and also certain canons, and a curious desc

ith a church of a round figure, with a hole open on the top, over the impression of the footsteps. He also mentions grasshoppers in the deserts of the Jordan, which the common people eat, boiled with oil; and a portion of the Cro

Clyde from America, by way of the north of Ire

d cliff, and with some reason, too, for there is little or no population t

o a stern, relentless gray stone formation, with here and there patches of green and purple which indicate nothing so much as the lone

SHADOWS,

e, is not of the grand

t it does not exist, though the island is possessed of a population of some hundreds of men and women and children, with schools and a church-in fact two, which are ever a point of contention and argument among their respective constituencies.

ows," which, though quite as beautiful as Lough Foyle, its neighbour on the east, is, for some unexplained reason, quite neglected. Of Lough Foyle, at the

d slopes, intermixed with banks of wood; rocks skirted with a distant ridge of healthy hills,

more likely to fit in with the views of the casual observer than the rather florid word-painti