¡¶The Celtic Twilight¡· Preface illiam Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Nobel Prize , aut e tic t (1893); Paddy Flynn is dead;.... teller of tales, and unlike our common romancers, kney ory, faeryland and earto people ories. live in a s kneance than did homer himself. Per simplicity and amplitude of imagination.....Let us go fortellers of tales, and seize long for, and s, everytrue, and ttle dust under our feet.¡ªceller of tales¡± As one of terary Revival, along in 1896], Sean O¡¯Casey (1880-1964), and Padraig (Padraic) Colum (1881-1972) Yeats¡¯ ant past nor joined ty of Ireland¡¯s Roman Cat ed muco study in myriad ots including ticism, spiritualism, and t a young age e Aligion for ivity, but felloandis influential. A devoted patriot, Yeats found o speak out against tionalist policies of time. ic , ake on a more poetical and experimental aspect: Japanese Noer trast to art, and finding beauty in timate quality especially in er years as fatters. e make out of toric, but of try¡ª¡°Anima s spent most of o future poets and playhe world over. TITLE PAGE time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out. And tains and woods heir day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away. THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE t is riding from Knocknarea, And over th-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ¡°Away, come away; Empty your of its mortal dream. the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are , And if any gaze on our rushing band, e come between he deed of his hand, e come between .¡± t is rus night and day; And where hope or deed as fair? Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ¡°Away, come away.¡± CONTENTS: tItLE PAGE tING OF thE SIDhE thIS BOOK A tELLER OF tALES BELIEF AND UNBELIEF MORtAL hELP A VISIONARY VILLAGE GS DUSt h CLOSED hELENS EYE A KNIGhE ShEEP AN ENDURING thE SORCERERS thE DEVIL hEOLOGIANS t GLEEMAN REGINA, REGINA PIGMEORUM, VENI AND FAIR, FIERCE OMEN ENCED OODS MIRACULOUS CREAtURES ARIStOtLE OF thE BOOKS thE GODS A VOICE KIDNAPPERS tIRING ONES EARtER tON tS A COARD thE EVIL FAERIES DRUMCLIFF AND ROSSES tUNAtE thE RELIGION OF A SAILOR CONCERNING tOGEtORY tERS OF PRECIOUS StONES OUR LADY OF thE hILLS thE GOLDEN AGE A REMONStRANCE ItSMEN FOR ION OF tS AND FAERIES AR thE FOOL thE PEOPLE OF FAERY DREAMS t hAVE NO MORAL BY thE ROADSIDE INtO tILIGht THIS BOOK I ist, to create a little of tiful, pleasant, and significant to so any of my oen doely and candidly muc I by ary, not I have merely imagined. I no pains to separate my ory, but my men and aff of memory, any s of belief please t. I too like anot I sry to keep , and sent if it do not unbecome me. er and , and s e field s upon forked bougo be banners of battle. O beloved daugtle. 1893. I ers in t one loses, as one groness of one¡¯s dreams; one begins to take life up in boto care more for t t is no great loss per ers, as in ted not my comments and one or tful sentences t may keep some poor story-teller¡¯s commerce tle ry to make it systematical and learned enougo buy pardon for this handful of dreams. 1902. . B. YEAtS. A TELLER OF TALES Many of tales in told me by one Paddy Flynn, a little brig to say, ¡°t gentle¡±¡ªy Sligo.¡± Ot, second to Drumcliff and Druma time I saime I could see in as t, ion of tinctive natures and of all animals. And yet to depress riple solitude of age, eccentricity, and deafness, about mucered by c ance, of telling o-day, mot. ¡°orse,¡± replied to-morro. t day Collumcille came again, and exactly tion took place, but tter, t replied, ¡°May you be better to-morroelling t day alike o unceasing flames. range sigo keep o make t annoyed oo if ,¡± er, batting ts hands.¡± I of Paddy Flynn, erations, from a note-book ales and sayings, sly after seeing te-book regretfully, for t ttle of times, t of so muc ent for some days and then died. imes, could not bear t teller of tales, and unlike our common romancers, kney ory, faeryland and earto people ories. live in a s kneance t simplicity and amplitude of imagination. is literature but t? And are t moods ed eart moods ogeto set ts to to t to t of rocks? Let us go fortellers of tales, and seize long for, and s, everytrue, and ttle dust under our feet. BELIEF AND UNBELIEF ters even in tern villages. One old me last Cmas t s believe eits. ion got up by t to keep people good; and gs be permitted, so go ¡°trapsin about t t ttle leprecer- also a man attooed upon ly similar beliefs and unbeliefs. No matter s one never doubts to me, ¡°tand to reason.¡± Even t escape th. A little girl about t once great excitement in t taken o ruggled to at last t a broomstick. table o, and once instituted a o- time advised to burn all to t t burning table repeating spells ttle girl ory goes, aken distance, riding on a faery last sried to keep ing do¡ªsucopsy-turvydoms of faery glamour¡ªin a cocklesioned t to die sly in the village. Perable ter doubtless to believe muctle truto deny for denial¡¯s sake trut even a ruso guide our steps, not even a poor soo dance before us on t needs fumble our o t emptiness o so great evil if tle fire on our ever of excellent come to self, say too fiercely, even to t kno t our oter trut ruto , and make t o the world again, wild bees, wild bees! MORTAL HELP One aken ao tle, and Cucer and er¡¯s o overtion of told, too, <strike>£è£ô£ô£ð://</strike>t t even play at al, s place, as tory-teller mortal even strike tured man digging a ditc t of some kind, and at last tory out of ty men and uam and not far from Knock-na-gur. Presently ty of t a distance of about y of time, a t¡± or ccoats. see all mig .¡± Sometimes t s of t t ook up a on, or ed.¡± nobody sahe faeries. 1902. A VISIONARY A young man came to see me at my lodgings t, and began to talk of tioned ten many poems and painted many mystical designs since last, but latterly ten nor painted, for upon making rong, vigorous, and calm, and tional life of tist en doo me t voice of Celtic sadness, and of Celtic longing for infinite t seemed to me t tle eagerly. ¡°Do you see anytanding near the doorway,¡± he answered, or some such words. ¡°Is it ts appear to us in t symbolic form?¡± I said; for I am ructed in t s of a person and my breat is a spirit. It is some one who is dead or who has never lived.¡± [FN#1] I e tence long ago. to me a part of all peoples so pre-occupied ery of Race as I used to be, but leave tence and otences like it unc may be, not grown wiser. I asked upon talking to s, or to persuade queer and conscience-stricken persons to deliver up troubles into , o talk over t le ligimes visions come to alks o old divers people true matters of t days and distant friends, and left trange teacle t among them. try ed me told of oto uries, sometimes of people alked to, revealing to told e an article upon , and old in turn t I mig mention o be al day a bundle of e in t te or paint any more. I prepare myself for a cycle of otivities in some ots and branc is not nourn to burst into leaves and flowers.¡± to capture some of obscure images. t ten embedded in ts o are to oters of an unknoo tarnis t. At otimes ty of t ing as ted if ing a foolisly illustrated anatomy did not altogetreme beauty of feeling. ts, notably tting motionless in ture leans softly out of ted above all in strong effects of colour: spirits ar; a spirit passing crystal-symbol of t alender o man¡¯s fragile ual eagerness drao ion or else mourn for a joy t has gone. One of to mind. A er or tain talking to an old peasant men, poured out decided t art and poetry for because remaining and no ic! riving after a someto be completely expressed in word or deed. t s ted t all ten o dra old fello [Irised, and t on to talk once more of God and heaven. More toain, ¡°Only myself knoy years ago¡±; and as tears upon ened in t. tences, tures and subtle allegoric poetry-to express a somet lies beyond t and vague extravagance t lies at ttom of tic . t visionaries t are, ts t ing til te storming to appease iable ics ains uttering tral dreams of tences, and t finds teresting¡ªall are a portion of t great Celtic pasmagoria whose meaning no man has discovered, nor any angel revealed. VILLAGE GHOSTS In t cities tle of t into our minority. In ttle toies; people are not numerous enoug see ts nee en to eloquent speaking, read books and e ttle all titudes pass on unc for all our talk: good seasons and bad folloudes are no more concerned y gate of t map-makers e across unexplored regions, ¡°urners of t are te but one line t is certain, ¡°s.¡± My gs in ter. ory village, s crooked lanes, its old abbey cs green background of small fir-trees, and its quay, is tle, er nigain rare mottering along tide, just at t er , and go ing for g tales or tales of tience. to approac nigimid man requires great strategy. A man on me. If I go round by ter, and up by teps, t round te is appearing at e, and tal Lane.¡± I never feel sure it tal Lane. In cimes a s up to receive patients. ever since t stood in gs and demons and faeries. t strengteetotaller. er-in-larengten wonder w he would do if he drank. One nigal Lane, first to be a tame rabbit; after a little it . ure sloo s gre of urned and ran. By tal Lane goes travel from to to t tands a cottage. One nig ing all man came in and sat beside er ting t up and out, saying, ¡°Never leave t to you.¡± Sold h us,¡± said he. Probably te at e. estant clergyman. ¡° o is only doing a penance upon t far from e, ime a muc. Its ern end of te its ory at lengtypical village tragedy. In a cottage at ter, Jim Montgomery, and tle dandy, and came of a ing one day. er , and came and took doters¡ªMontgomery about everytters on tside of every , being big and strong like er. ened to prosecute so er again, because so be beaten by so small a man. Jim Montgomery gre. Sold no one, for sen, too, s. If any neig t because s going to bed. t often ing sold any one. S very t last one Saturday t no longer, and to t and asked y s ook t very , and sent for a Mrs. Kelly. Mrs. Kelly, as soon as s for t and tor. Ser gomery neglected taken to ts after t of Mrs. Montgomery appeared and follo leave il sold t, Fated antiquarian, and could not get o believe her. A fe t in too great terror to go t stopped at a neigtage mido let o bed. S, ¡°In t me in, or I . Next day sold t again. time . S t a time in t kept it from its rest. t said t its c be taken from ts relations to be said for ts soul. ¡°If my believe you,¡± s,¡± and touc oucime Montgomery believe t so Mrs. Kelly,¡± able people to appear to.¡± aken from t said t rest, for it since appeared. Some time aftergomery died in to great poverty through drink. I knoery nige borders to and follo. o deat she shape of a dog. [FN#2] I o old me so many tales, old me t e borders to acks in a field, and soon after a , and hs.¡± ts; tic of tribe gatiful as shern eaves. One nigc t open, fearing it er a little t-door and t open, and closed again. to see sten to leave om is, for ture of trange openings and closings and knockings s he dying. t is usually a ure. It is put up brings good luck to t. I remember ters and brot. treets, and did not mind t muc in ted¡± room. I ance among t-seers of ern villages. t tales are very different from ter. ts ter-of-fact o announce a deato fulfil some obligation, to revenge a o pay ter ten to t. All tly and in order. It is demons, and not gs, t transform to s or black dogs. tell tales are poor, serious-minded fiss tion of fear. In tern tales is a t iful scenery, under a sky ever loaded and fantastic tle fis fear ts too muco feel an artistic and s t y. In one ern too sleep in a ed old ter ures use t strange disguises. A dead old gentleman robs t. A ain stayed for years inside ter of a cottage of ter tling. ¡°DUST HATH CLOSED HELEN¡¯S EYE¡± I ely to a little group of many enougo be called a village, in tartan in County Galway, w of Ireland. tle, Ballylee, ined by a farmer and tage tle mill rees ttle river and great stepping-stones. I times last year to talk to t Biddy Early, a lived in Clare some years ago, and about wo mill-wheels of Ballylee,¡± and to find out from ters or some ot is autumn, because Mary iful urf fires, died ty years ago; for our feet o make us understand t it is not of t me a little le, and do in brambles and sloe bus is ttle old foundation of t t of it is taken for building s e t are gro till t cranky, and t gro girl in Ireland, driven snoalked to a poem in Irisery, a famous poet, made about said, ¡°trong cellar in Ballylee.¡± rong cellar me to a deep pool, many fis of ter at early morning ¡°to taste ter coming dohe hills.¡± I first tery and Mary ill I die,¡± and t to go round and to mark some o go to, and to reated if you did not, you in Irisest poet in Ireland, and t buso stand under it. tood under from t, and ter came t.¡± So a friend and to myself in Irisoo proud to be t of ural as t Irisry of t century, for ts are arranged in a too obviously traditional form, so t o speak as if of everyto t it ender p ranslation, but some of it ry people t y of t translations. Going to Mass by the will of God, t and the wind rose; I met Mary tartan, And I fell in love here. I spoke to her kind and mannerly, As by report was her own way; And sery, my mind is easy, You may come to-day to Ballylee.¡± linger, alk to my my rose. e o go across three fields, e o Ballylee. table measure, Sting beside me; And sery, and a rong cellar in Ballylee.¡± O star of lig, O amber he world, ill you come h me upon Sunday till ogethe people? I grudge you a song every Sunday evening, Puncable, or , But, O King of Glory, dry the roads before me, till I find to Ballylee. t air on the hill hen you are looking down upon Ballylee; s and blackberries, t and music of the Sidhe. is tness till you Of t is by your side? to deny it or to try and , S. t of Ireland I did not travel, From to tops of tains, to ty but was behind hers. oo; and s. She branch, She shining flower of Ballylee. It is Mary his calm and easy woman, y in her mind and in her face. If a ogether, t e down a half of her ways. An old nig beautiful to tell me about every e. As many as eleven men asked s of men up beyond Kilbecanty one nigting togetalking of up and set out to go to Ballylee and see Cloon Bog o it o ter, and t ¡°trongest man t -time to get to Ballylee.¡± tradition gives t Derrybrien among tge desolate place, ag upon t of Ec still mindful of many poems and of ty of ancient speece t it looked blue, and stle blusold me many tales of ten sa ure. I oo¡ªsoo mucure. One day I ired, and t no more tiful brig s kno too little gold to knos colour. But a man by t Kinvara, o remember Mary all to be seen noo any kind of a meeting, t of many in love s is said t no one t them will ever live long.¡± t is aken by t a fator told me once, may give o them¡± oo, t Mary aken,¡± as taken many t are not take s to look at did not say ¡®God bless Duras tle doubt t saken, ¡°for t can remember o ttern[FN#3] to be t girl in Ireland.¡± S may be t t to understand literally, meant imes. trymen and countryions, are many years nearer to t old Greek set beauty beside tain of too muc tell of le as troy grele whe walls. [FN#3] A ¡°pattern,¡± or ¡°patron,¡± is a festival in . t t of Ireland. Some t Raftery enougo see some t t in t never look on t one day, ery oget t are blind o knoo feel more, and to do more, and to guess more t , and a certain and a certain o tell you t only blind but a poet? t Mary ry of ty, for t are t of ty¡ªpoetry and dancing and principles. t is man coming doter beter learning tion you¡¯d meet no it from God¡±; and a man at Coole says, ¡° o one part of o ten in a book¡±; and an old pensioner at Kiltartan says, ¡°anding under a busime, and alked to it, and it ans spoke, but it must ed voice in it, and it gave er is to be seen on t a bus may of this shape. A friend of mine met a man once een Gillane told Dr. all nig reaming up to long t lig o , and sang such religious songs.¡± It may be t in a feies to immortalities in ery to perfect symbols of ty and of the magnificence and penury of dreams. 1900. ory district been noted for good looks, y to o bring misfortune . over tiful girls t beauty o anybody. It o be proud of and afraid of. I en out time, for turesque them. 1902. A KNIGHT OF THE SHEEP Ao tain lives ¡°a strong farmer,¡± a knig from one of t fig one man t s o deserve t ain can rival e and abrupt in s, and hand. One day I -maid announced a certain Mr. O¡¯Donnell. A sudden silence fell upon t t daug severely to o come in and dine.¡± t out, and tly relieved, and said, ¡° dine ,¡± said ter, ¡°and ask o t finistle room and se to beer turned to me and said, ¡°Mr. O¡¯Donnell is tax-gat year axes, and my fat o t t deal. ¡®I eac tect its officers¡¯; but my fat ness. At last my fat tired, and sorry too, and said back remembrance of t to s tax-gat I ed t ure like O¡¯Donnell; and o make my fato time he came.¡± S out to see a neigered too tly getting on to tax again, for I could o and fro. I opened t sigentions, and asked me if I kne into to find it and get it out, looking at truck face of tax-gat type. like , successful man, but rat find no resting-place upon tless of tock of treasure lies buried under t h many heads.¡± ¡°Yes, sur,¡± of a line of princes.¡± e to talking of many commonplace t once toss up last t old tax-gat up to go, and my friend said, ¡°I oget year.¡± ¡°No, no,¡± year.¡± ¡°I too sons,¡± said te a gentle voice. ¡°But your sons like my son.¡± And ted, ter s, and cast bet not ed, but o an angry discussion of t pity for all t t it out, and would now o record. t of tory, for no soul t of blood and clay can surpass once beaten; and tale of stood against to s any cause. tood up, and my friend said, ¡°All is not rig in o t led into to get a move, so t of took a sa t , and at once t, and through. AN ENDURING HEART One day a friend of mine c of ter ting by, and, ed to love and lovemaking, sell your love affair.¡± took of een of tter ted many o tell ten o Queenstoo a an emigrant s o take Joo America. ting on a seat, crying miserably, and tanding up in front of is man o get I tly t ao le alk toget s arrive for some days; and t on outside cars very innocently and o be seen. last to break it to going to America, ser er t lover. Doran don¡¯t marry young.¡± ory got to ter joined In mockingly for Byrne¡¯s good, fat ted t for Byrne¡¯s good; and on to tell a letter telling of Byrne¡¯s engagement to te keep from to America to find out, and tidings, none. More years by, and a fe matters on o go out to America again, and to begin o talk emigrants from t, and at last, ¡°Did you ever er from Innis Rato a friend of mine, Jo sucreet in C to C a bit caken again after in train. S recognize asked o stay to dinner, saying t o meet anybody for all talk, I do not knoo cry, and s be angry. o ask soon after, never to see her again. ory, ell t to Mr. Yeats, it, per ter said, ¡°O a .¡± Alas! I , is to ponder over too muc bare suited for. 1902. THE SORCERERS In Ireland tle of tion of tastic and capricious, and fantasy and caprice o unite t t oo, no less t beings , and te and melancitude. too, t of birto terrible veler malice. t us, it is said, day and nigs upon an old tree; and t little practised. I ry to communicate keep tice in a room admit me into t finding me not altoget of t to us,¡± said ts o you face to face, and in shapes as solid and heavy as our own.¡± [FN#4] I knoter no not as muctis I tion of tastic and capricious. I alking of ting in states of trance e of mind. ¡°Yes,¡± I said, ¡°I o you,¡± or some suc I permit myself to become entranced, and alk of are any to be touc by talk of.¡± I denying to take upon tal substance, but only t simple invocations, suco do more t to trance, and t into t, and darkness. ¡°But,¡± ure our bidding, and giving t as accurately as I can tance of our talk. On t arranged I turned up about eigting alone in almost total darkness in a small back room. or¡¯s dress in an old dra left not t of ed symbols, tain implements sones, rol tal po on a black go it did not fit perfectly, and t it interfered s considerably. took a black cock out of a basket, and cut its t ting to tion, Englistural sound. Before ty-five, came in, and on a black goed my left band. I ly in front of me, and soon began to find tered ting me in a curious ruggled to acion continued, and not fees. t up and extinguis in t no glimmer mig under t except from t from ttural murmur of tion. Presently t my left s, ¡°O god! O god!¡± I asked ailed knoer serpent moving about ted. I sae s t t black clouds me. I felt I must fall into a trance if I did not struggle against it, and t trance of self, in oter a struggle I got rid of to observe o see black and t, and tly puzzled because I did not see to table before to be gradually increasing in poo feel as if a tide of darkness ing itself about me; and nooo I noticed t t o a deatrance. it great effort I drove off t feeling to be t passing into a trance, and love for ts, and after turned to the ordinary world. I said to ter added to your o t got little of importance, except t from tell me more, for appeared, taken a vow of secrecy. For some days I could not get over tesque figures lingering about me. t Poiful and desirable, and tiful, noly grotesque, but tures in shapes of ugliness and horror. THE DEVIL My old Mayo old me one day t someto te, and t say e old me of tanding by to mount up be on te at niging for o . It ly it flapped up into t it imes. All of a sudden it co a young man, , and he vanished. I knooo, on t off and stole t. It may be t t t all, but some poor rouble. HAPPY AND UNHAPPY THEOLOGIANS A mayo o me, ¡°I kne girl ers e as a lily, and if it ian burial, and t said sters t you do for t telling tory, for s brings to old me once t s s aftero me tes of Purgatory as to I remember notion except t s see trouble but only tes. inually d and beautiful. One day s mont flo beautiful. I did not kno came pure out of t is ter?¡± I did not kno, and so s only blessed, but perfect in all manly proportions in y and ogets. ly six feet tle more or a little less. [FN#5] ty so. s and s of t and beautiful too, and I ter-looking, and many and many a time so to co to seems, a song called ¡°tant aterfall,¡± and t easily tle niging up for ter and it er-past eleven. I doable. ¡®King¡¯s County all over,¡¯ says I, and I laugill I aying too long. ted to told ed, and s could not some bad t at a faery. It afraid t afraid eit some to all t could not get in tearing fello out to meet it on t old t t neigo to you, but t like you to be on time so me, ¡°to the poor.¡± t tle crazed, but some of alk reminds one of to e t I could not imagine t t are so common among to prove tan. grant t ¡°t say so,¡± but ain t t us, and tempt poor mortals.¡± I knoing for someto to see times, and dancing, but all time t.¡± Yet ian t ¡°you o bid t one coming beside me, and I could feel ted t make a sound like topped and turned around and said, very loud, ¡®Be off!¡¯ and and never troubled me after. And I kneo it, ¡®Get out of t, you unnatural animal!¡¯ and it left er t t .¡± An old ing by t¡¯s a pity t notice on, ¡°And t he people. And tisfy t t, and tes of ood tory, it seems, as if it ale. ¡°I of it one time in a vision. It , all of metal, and an arcraigo it, just like o a gentleman¡¯s orc t trimmed metal. And inside t sure o t, but to t t furnaces, and t t curned s and aurning I looked again at to it. ¡°And anotime I saory. It seemed to be in a level place, and no , but it all one briganding in it. And the hope of heaven. ¡°And I o me from to come out o¡¯ t o knoy, and I believe o be a descendant of King O¡¯Connor of Athenry. ¡°So I stretc my , but t, ¡®I¡¯d be burned in t h your prayers,¡¯ and so I do. ¡°And Fato o make a sermon, and deal of cures made er back from Lourdes.¡± 1902. THE LAST GLEEMAN Mic 1794 off Black Pitts, in ties of Dublin, in Faddle Alley. A fortniger birt stone blind from illness, and became to s, reet corners and at t terruption of sig ec of tself into r saying. By time o manted rector of all ties. Madden, tin from Meat M¡¯Grane, rutted in borro t t ribe. Nor despite y in getting a rato pick and c t mixture of ragamuffin and of genius of e t is remembered t indignation at its absence upon one occasion as to fling a leg of mutton at , o look at, s cape and scalloped edge, rousers and great brogues, and out stick made fast to by a to t friend of kings ic vision from tone at Cork. And yet t cloak and t , jester, and ne, o il errupted ¡¯ll do¡ªI ations¡±; and from tations ore of jest and r. , red of t of ations did not ripen rical tale or ballad of saint or martyr or of Biblical adventure. and at a street comer, and andin¡¯ in ?¡± t! yer in a nice dry place. Go on . Mary; go on e tale. tc out urned backbiters¡±; and after a final ¡°If yez don¡¯t drop your coddin¡¯ and diversion I¡¯ll lave some of yez a case,¡± by o tation, or perill delay, to ask, ¡°Is tic around me?¡± t-kno. Mary of Egypt, a long poem of exceeding solemnity, condensed from tain Bis told , Mary by name, folloo Jerusalem for no good purpose, and turning penitent on finding ering temple by supernatural interference, fled to t and spent tary penance. last s t of deat Biso sacrament, and also, dig olerable cadence of teentury, but en called for t Moran name is a little nearer poetry going very near. But y, and before long parodied he following ragamuffin fashion: In Egypt¡¯s land, contagious to the Nile, King Per to batyle. Suk o the land, to dry srand. A bulrusripped raw. Suk it up, and said s mild, ¡°¡¯tare-and-agers, girls, whe child?¡± en quips and cranks at temporaries. It ance, to remind a certain sed alike for display of t stanza o us: At ty end of Dirty Lane, Liv¡¯d a dirty cobbler, Dick Maclane; he old king¡¯s reign A stout brave orange-woman. On Essex Bridge srained , And six-a-penny was e. But Dickey , among the yeomen. , like his clan, And in treets he wildly sang, O Roly, toly, toly raid, h his old jade. roubles of divers kinds, and numerous interlopers to face and put doed riumply routed amid ter of t, by , and a blind man, and a beggarman. o face a more serious difficulty as his fame grew. Various imitators started up upon all sides. A certain actor, for instance, made as many guineas as Moran did sup upon tage. One nigor supper e arose as to o settle it by an appeal to ty-s a famous coffeeo be tor took up ation at Essex Bridge, a great of Moran¡¯s, and soon gat t¡¯s land, contagious to t in great excitement and laugians,¡± cried tender, ¡°is it possible t any man ?¡± ¡°? It¡¯s some imposhterer,¡± replied Moran. ¡°Begone, you c¡¯s you¡¯ze terer. Don¡¯t you fear t of ruck from your eyes for mocking the poor dark man?¡± ¡°Saints and angels, is tection against t ino try to deprive me of my bread this way,¡± replied poor Moran. ¡°And you, you c let me go on iful poem. Cian people, in your cy you beat taking advantage of my darkness.¡± tender, seeing t of it, tection, and on ening for a time in beer a ed again possible t none of yez can kno yez see it¡¯s myself; and t¡¯s some one else?¡± ¡°Before I can proceed any furtory,¡± interrupted tender, ¡°I call on yez to contribute your cable donations to o go on.¡± ¡°o be saved, you mocker of completely beside injury¡ª¡°ould you rob the world? O, was ever such wickedness known?¡± ¡°I leave it to yourselves, my friends,¡± said tender, ¡°to give to t you all kno sc ed some pennies and arted , but t cro to belabour o ender noo to ¡°just give villain, and erer o Moran, but instead of closing a feo to t an actor, and t gained a ed amid muco eat the supper he had won. In April 1846 to t t Mic 15 (norick Street, on a strao c moments. After o t r give y send-off? took place t day. A good party of into t and nasty. t gone far ¡¯s cruel co it?¡± ¡°Garra¡¯,¡± replied anotiff as t to to anotil t dacent.¡± A man called Carroll t of ed. Uned, and t reacery before ttle . Moran must strange and out of place in t otering, perhaps while his friends were drinking in his honour. Let us some kindly middle region was found for her round me? And I o say Before ould Salley brings me My bread and jug of tay; and fling outrageous quips and cranks at crut Beauty, for en, ile as the shore. REGINA, REGINA PIGMEORUM, VENI One nigion of ed to be enougo catcable ligtle, and myself, ern sandy salked of tful People as times called, and came in t of our talk to a notable of t black rocks, s reflection under it in t sea sand. I asked te a number of to ask tful People. Sood still for a fees, and I sa so a kind of rance, in ed tention. I t faeries, and in a moment or tamping t as if to applaud some unseen performer. Up to to and fro some yards off, but noo be interrupted, for er of ce alone. ts of to cast t ed by t bursts of laugo mingle alking, and t. S sareaming out of to ity of little people, in various coloured dresses, red predominating, dancing to a tune w recognize. times as big as imes bigger, and sometimes, as I old, about t en quote, t it is somet makes ttle. I t to ttle people to come and talk o ed t a very beautiful tall of too ime fallen into a kind of trance, in o take upon itself a masterful reality, and o see t gleam of golden ornaments, tell tall queen to marso tural divisions, t we mighem. I found as before t I o repeat tures t of tly, in four bands. One of tly of serpents¡¯ scales, but t remember, for I e absorbed in t gleaming ell test faery s in t t of ter t se distinctly. No, t test faery , for ter one a little furt rue t sals, and if so, aken? ¡°e co mortal life?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Do I kno be lao kno ¡°dramatizations of our moods¡±? ¡°S understand,¡± said my friend, ¡°but says t of tions, as to ure, and only seemed to puzzle last so lose patience, for se t ting sands under our feet¡ª¡°Be careful, and do not seek to knooo muc us.¡± Seeing t I sold, and let again into tle again to shiver. I tell tely as I can, and o blur tory. t t, and tter te of Ivory, turning upon its rece of rologer raised in indsor Forest, ¡°Regina, Regina Pigmeorum, Veni,¡± and remember God visitetall, glimmering queen, come near, and let me see again thy dim hair. ¡°AND FAIR, FIERCE WOMEN¡± One day a I knoo face y, t beauty o age, a beauty s, since t decadence voluptuous beauty in its place. Sanding at to Knocknarea o be buried, ravelling rigain and straigo ed up in e, . Srong, but not is, not cruel. t, and ¡°to t epped out so soldierly¡±; ¡°sately lady of t somac and broad in t ty.¡± tion old me, because s to find out if t s. I asked t te different, like te dresses, but t dresses, so t you can see t up to ter some careful questioning I found t t mig on, ¡°tains ed over and over, ¡°tioned,¡± or t Queen is a nice, pleasant-looking s like makes me ttle of t I see none as ts. ¡°tle c kno t. Is it t call t all.¡± tioned an old old t ¡°Queen Maive can be got. You mig,¡± but s not to be talking about it. Best leave it bet t some scandal about Fergus son of Roy and Maive in her head. Queen Victoria. And I myself met once from er en ation t could only remember t it y of all beauties.¡± 1902. ENCHANTED WOODS Last summer, ain roomy en meet an old countryman, and talk to to o me, all c and t muc tural and supernatural creatures of ting like a Cian,¡± and is certain t eals apples by rolling about under an apple tree until ticking to every quill. ain too t ts, of s, and to cats at time of some great c is o meddle it mige you in a poison in you, and t ¡¯s tootimes o s, and tails; but ts are not ten cats, s are no talks of all ures except squirrels¡ª seems an affectionate interest, t times ting a rahem. I am not certain t inguisural and supernatural very clearly. old me t foxes and cats like, above all, to be in ter nigainly pass from some story about a fox to a story about a spirit o speak about a marten cat¡ªa rare beast no o sleep in a garden- full of apples, and all nigtling plates and knives and forks over . Once, at any rate, be in time I cutting timber over in Inc eig ts, all and not simple, and o the word clean as we would use words like fresh or comely. Otoo s in ted oods. A labourer told us of is called S he weed. ed from La a. And t a candle t able. An¡¯ old me t o Stle fello as of t, and at last it brougo t vanis him.¡± A old me of a sig sain deep pool in tile from t blast of rees and broken and fell into ter out of it up to t myself I only sating trees fell. Dark clothes he had on, and he was headless.¡± A man told me t one day, o catcain field, full of boulders and bus is o t a button t if I fling a pebble on to t bus ay on it,¡± meaning t tted t be able to go t. So ook up ¡°a pebble of co t of it t beautiful music t ever it he bush.¡± I often entangle myself in argument more complicated to rue nature of apparitions, but at otimes I say as Socrates said ure is full of people some of tesque, and some iful beyond any one far a places. Even at any moment I mig kno times explore every little nook of some poor coppice anxious footsteps, so deep a ion upon me. You too meet ion, doubtless, someurn driving you to t may be, to t of a certainty believe t t, tle moving as noty is not a gate of t aken in at our birt long be beauty, and better to sit at ten a lazy body or to run to look at t s ligo myself, t of argument, t ty nor times o t te lives not far off, as I t keep our natures simple and passionate. May it not even be t deate us to all romance, and t some day in ts. MIRACULOUS CREATURES ten cats and badgers and foxes in ted oods, but tainty migures, and t neit nor fine can take. tures are of te stag t flits in and out of tales of Art sle follos t are about tes of Deat in t used to be stealing rods. ting by t ts feet on t of a deer. And t still only old me out on t, and one of t it into ter, and it someted and to carry of t to land, and fis terrible creatures, so common in lakes, times by subtle encers to ces of our spirits doo ter ance range moods Of ecstasy and po it may be to t of t to outface and perrange images full of a more po may be t fear ure, t is death. 1902. ARISTOTLE OF THE BOOKS ARIStOtLE OF thE BOOKS t tter to talk more readily to anybody else lately to see tage not far from talk as ime so talk of Goban, t said presently, ¡°Aristotle of too, did not t tter of ed to knoter part of a fortnigc see t. t and put it over t to see. But o t all covered it ; and ly kilt till t time surely!¡± 1902. THE SWINE OF THE GODS thE GODS A feold me of somet o drilling Fenians. t a car-full, and drove along a il to a quiet place. t t furt, and to follo as a joke t it o run to keep up too, and presently, error became real terror, and t to t as possible, but till follo up o fire, but urned a corner and came to a village. told t ook pitc along to drive turned t find anything. 1902. A VOICE One day I of marso Inc, all of a sudden, and only for a second, an emotion of Cian mysticism. t over me a sense of personal Being some of mine ion, for I nige, for no otisfy ts after to see t people I , cut like old Greek raiment, anding at my bedside. I looked at ticed t o a kind of co some kind of stiff embroidery iful, as feiful, but it t is in desire or in ion. It ain pools at evening, so peaceful t it tle sad. I t for a moment t s be t ed, alluring, al cless s whem I shall never know. 1902. KIDNAPPERS A little norto above te square in tone. No mortal ouc . to t is t it sroop rus. All nigo and fro across to all, unless perle¡± place¡ªDrumcliff or Drum-a-capped ors may be t from to see o trained eyes and ears tted riders, and tling, as an ancient Scottis from talk of t, like trologer, capped ¡°doctors¡± roop do not alurn empty-imes a neo tains; to be doomed to melt out at t judgment like brig live sorrow. te stone, and t land ly t peasants in these sad chronicles of mine. Some century appeared at tern corner of Market Street, Sligo, s¡¯s Lamia, but an apotain unaccountable Dr. Opendon. eriously sick. tors could make not o Dr. Opendon. So t ting straig time to see t t, and to say to must be tle bottle in return. time. Mean one day a ricient died, and cat, or all vanis after. In a year t sure try¡± ing and called on tor¡± at Cairnsfoot. As soon as ale, betering, muttering, muttering-making spells. ime also. But after a ime, and a so Cairnsfoot, and out tor betering, but soon old was no use¡ª er when she spoke of him Mrs. Ormsby s in ory eit a log of be so bec it seemed the dead body of her husband. S many still living remember ime a servant or else a kind of pensioner of some relations of my own. Sometimes ter many years¡ª seven usually¡ªa final glimpse of t ime in a o see o t mind almost over t iful son, started aime reets of Glasgo last doing, and ? and table; but srying to cast on s keep o his people in Sligo. Some five miles soutree-bordered pond, a great gater-fos form, t Lake. It is ed by stranger t of te square stone in Ben Bulben, issues an uneartroop. Once men began to drain it; suddenly one of t urned round, and every man ttage burning. to find it faery glamour. to trenc of ty. A little iful and mournful ory of faery kidnapping. I from a little old o th. A young man going at nigo t married bride, met in tolen o als. fearful lest be s t of to t bloodless dim nation, il ely arted up, and kne t jolly company melted into s. o to ime before eless Gaelic poet o a forgotten ballad, some odd verses of we-capped friend remembered and sang for me. Sometimes one olen people acting as good genii to tale, ed pond, of Jole . t stories, and believed to be ts of a man and a spirit. ty, and I t Lord Cloncurry ribe. I it t t Castle , ts t, and able for beauty. I imagine t ts. It may all tories taken together in her cauldron. Jo evening, as abling put stable to-nigook able do day to ride as ime came round. At t moment ted, saying, ¡°If I strike if in my rig all you are old me tale, ¡°t arm is good for not go on making t, and all t, come Cmas, and a Bans broom.¡± ell, truck t . can I do for you notage on your land-tole me from to c no ill follo you will never see me more.¡± it he made himself air, and vanished. Sometimes animals are carried off¡ªapparently droold me, lived a poor s calf. to ts o a red-o be old o take to tcold o loer a old, tail. A at a great pace across cill to a royalty (a name for ttle circular ditcs, t Ireland is covered imes). tting all t of ime. A ting on t to o mind old uck o t broke to turn forget take took one, and to the widow. tainside ell you of some one pillaged from amongst t Lake lives an old . Se stone door in Ben Bulben olen away. It is far easier to be sensible in cities try places I could tell you of. evening by ted elder-buse cottages, c mountains gatoo readily discovers, beyond tures, te square stone door to t Lake in th. THE UNTIRING ONES It is one of t troubles of life t ions. t t is tanglement of moods as t groo be long-lived like t until t day tiring joys and sorro ever be one-ion. Love ars tire out t. ts remember t full of t nigell stories about it t it may not be forgotten. A s tle creatures, one like a young man, one like a young o a farmer¡¯s t sting all tidy. t nig all ture up-stairs into one room, and round ter grandeur it seems, to dance. t by, and all try-side came to look at t still t never tired. t dare to live at er to stand it no more, and and told t t tle creatures o try, and t as long as ts of t is until God sh a kiss. But it is not merely faeries ment, tained, per of ts, an even more t seems t ars, t, pertle sadly, and given ts best. Sucal a village in t by rocking to be t t as it ardour of ed o take t of t in t remained unconsumed. ty, and married to niger seven ead and married tiful peasant girl in urn; and after anotead, and so on until s last one day t of told so t s to blame, and told t straig and dug until , and t, and sian, and everybody oo all over to droo ting up a cairn of stones last s er in ttle Lougop of tain at Sligo. Doubtless Clooting Lougain of toryteller¡¯s mispronunciation of Loughs. ttle creatures may rammelled e and unmixed love, and angled t of ¡°maybe¡± and ¡°per ook to themselves. EARTH, FIRE AND WATER Some Frencer t I read into t of t t remember by o be even yet tructible c it may ts ter uries of pious observance ttle of its nature; and I am certain t ter, ter of t and rain, made ter its image. Images form tually as if ted in some pool. e gave ourselves up in old times to mytalked to to face, and tories of t communion are so many t I tnumber all tories of all t of Europe. Even to-day our country people speak and deated people pass great difficulty into tion of quiet t is tion of vision. e can make our minds so like still er t beings gat us t t may be, t . Did not t all souls come to be born because of er, and t ¡°even tion of images in ter¡±?<u>£è£ôtp://£÷£÷£÷.£¹£¹l£é£â.£îe£ô</u> 1902. THE OLD TOWN I fell, one nigeen years ago, into he power of faery. I er¡ªfriends and relations of my oo pick stories out of an old countryman; and ions ed by ories of apparitions, and t us, unknoo us, to t ion of trees t made t lig see anytil oes, so far as I can recollect, looking over tones and brambles and elder-bus lig seemed, mounting up sloo lige or t last a brigorc all in suc seems all so unreal, t I ten of it until no my recollections of ty be untrustalked it over meagre recollections sense of unreality day I able as s, and any emotion of unreality, and I remember t distinctness and confidence. tting reading under a large old-fasing a couple of yards a it I ly, ing beside my er t for some days came ots and sounds, not to me but to ts. No ters of fire t vanis in ty ures orees w lig? 1902. THE MAN AND HIS BOOTS tS ter in Donegal, and s or s ed as long as man could remember, and tory of tter of to ted a fire in ted one, and took off s and set tretc and tle very dark, one of s began to move. It got up off to did ter t t boot jumped again. And t struck t an invisible being into s, and s reac up-stairs sloramp, tramp round ted room over es passed, and airs, and after t in tside, and t t it and came in too. to il t of t of t by s, and Donegal s doubter. It is not recorded tastic nature of t of fantasy. A COWARD One day I trong farmer, to be disliked by ted me, for some ake to be co men and em too finely made for t t no, t pink-and-rong body y. After a little old me ory. il one day, t nig ly urned and ran. stop till o a cottage nearly a mile do t and fell upon t day , upon t to avoid it; nor could, tiest girl in try¡± persuade o see er a party if t. THE THREE O¡¯BYRNES AND THE EVIL FAERIES In t abundance of all excellent treasure to fulfil t no old and fallen into decay. ry and pilfer treasures of t other kingdom! A friend a village near Sleive League. One day raying about a rat o turned to a peasant er ory: A great quantity of treasure imes, and a number of evil faeries set to guard it; but some day it o be found and belong to the O¡¯Byrnes. Before t day t find it and die. t last a glimpse of tone coffin t contained it, but immediately a tain and tore o pieces. t morning treasure o til ed t t moment, and raving mad and soon died. treasure again sank out of sig errible reasure, but t they were of old. A peasant of treasure. ook it up; t; o bring a spade, but o t find t w. DRUMCLIFF AND ROSSES Drumcliff and Rosses er time, and t of Ben Bulben, tain in nigo loose the world. t St. Columba ains on one notable day to get near tle sea-dividing, sandy plain, covered grass, like a green tableclot for Benbulben and Knocknarea Many a poor sailor¡¯d be cast ahe rhyme goes. At ttle promontory of sand and rocks and grass: a mournful, ed place. No s lo to t by mounds of sand, a long cave goes t beautiful parlours and dra, a dog strayed in, and s or ratory ot. Once elligent and ¡°reading¡± peasant side, knelt doimid voice, ¡°Are you all rigtle whe dog. No ray cottages. One nig all flaming, and ran to, but to a fence, cross-legged, and commenced beating it ick, for all nig on t ry. In till beating on for to tle later a farmer tried to level t. rouble overtook useless o th.¡± A fe covered ty years ago a brig to ced midnigting on a stone at t. t croo see t tures had gone. to t tery. ryands at tains and t far: because norte square door s sundoian riders ruse Lady, wless Maive cap of Knocknarea. t s a e Lady? S t of ouched him. ¡° ttle stitc join ther. One nig eating Mrs. old me a longisory, muc of all I o our oo tell of, for tures, to repeat t any rate tory-tellers do. ¡°In times ravel by to Mullingar to iff and fatigued I er t. So on till opped to joke er a it in come to t round talking. After a me, loato stir from to eat. t on took t out and put it on a plate, and told me to eat only t t came off ten, t out, and I did not see t greill sat, loato leave ter a o tting t, ¡®urn t? Says t of t and turn t.¡¯ I came out all of a tremble, and began turning t. ¡®Mic, ¡®if you let it burn you on t instead¡¯; and on t t out. I sat trembling and turning till to, and t . But over it, t time; and, sitting by t: ¡®Micell me a story?¡¯ ¡®Divil a one,¡¯ said I. On me out like a s. It nig ever came out of t knooucell a story noting me by tory but t I ting on t, and set me turning it.¡¯ ¡®t in the middle of a green field!¡± ¡°Drumcliff¡± is a great place for omens. Before a prosperous fis of a storm-cloud; and at a place called Columkille¡¯s Strand, a place of mars boat, . Columba ing in from sea on a moonlig: a portent of a brave ing. tents too. Some fe s under s boscage, and enjoy tion of Cucional troubles. Drumcliff and Rosses are cs. By bog, road, ratongued ling seals, and so on. A graveyard. ters a soldier named Denad Drumcliff.¡± Not very long ago an old urning to go into t nigo pray, saanding before he race of Con,¡± says local ill keeping c piety, over tom is still common s of sprinkling tep o ts from too gats. to cut your one on going into a fort is said to be very dangerous. t in Drumcliff or Rosses t. t I kno reasons I do not say aining tes. It ain. t said not daring to face ted suicide in mid-ocean. Sly after. At any rate, strange sounds en seen by till alive out in t t times. to tion of a noands by itself, for no one dare put spade or pruning-knife about it. As to trange sounds and voices, t cease till a feer and aroubled g, say te-finder last dislodged. My forebears and relations ranger, and can find notories of te stone fort¡ªone of tone ones in Ireland¡ªunder t is dangerous to talk of tures. Only friendsious tongues. My friend, ¡°t ring¡± (I give no more tubbornest , but ted Gaelic magician ury, and ive rigo ell of all kind of otures. t relations of age of magicians be true. THE THICK SKULL OF THE FORTUNATE Once a number of Icelandic peasantry found a very tery s great tain it man, doubtless of Egil o be doubly sure t it on a got break, and t it rut, and ries. In some of our mountainous and barren places, and in our seaboard villages, ill test eacested tom from t Danises, ell me still remember every field and o to describe Rosses itself as ive. trict kno ever on foot. I a boat-race fall foul of eacer mucrike each oars. t boat of ting out t from passing, only to give tory to tried in Sligo for breaking a skull in a ro unkno some be responsible for turned e contempt toor little felloo it .¡± I e all t of muce places. I may tle to lean upon. 1902. THE RELIGION OF A SAILOR A sea captain from God and about t all t t orm and darkness must needs took my supper ain Moran on board t, t into a ern river from I kno y, as is talked in he hard energy of his calling. ¡°Sur,¡± said ell of tain¡¯s prayer?¡± ¡°No,¡± said I; ¡°?¡± ¡°It is,¡± iff upper lip.¡¯¡± ¡°And mean?¡± ¡°It means,¡± I make a fool o¡¯ meself. lantic, and I standin¡¯ on te comes up to me looking mortial bad. Says ain, all¡¯s up you knoain percentage go doo go down?¡¯ ¡®Yes, sur,¡¯ says o you!¡±¡¯ CONCERNING THE NEARNESS TOGETHER OF HEAVEN, EARTH, In Ireland to after deat far apart. I t ree and many years in t my o t. er, and er. It is ted over ing under it for ser. I don¡¯t believe it, but t pass by it at nigimes it seems as if our earttels railing petticoat upon ure s. ¡°It yonder ticoat up to four days?¡± I ory of a tory burned ry expect to ce re, nor s any time empty of good milk and butter. But no or a gauger eous. 1892 and 1902. THE EATERS OF PRECIOUS STONES Sometimes erests, and tle forgotten to be restless, I get and serial . or vivid, to alter in any o its commands. One day I saly an immense pit of blackness, round , and on t sat innumerable apes eating precious stones out of tones glittered green and crimson, and tiable I saic ist, and t all er beautiful and oo avid a t, lost peace and form and became so oter, ted, but t undone, of certain invisible s I could not see t ity of demons of all kinds of s-like, ape-like, and dog-like sitting about a black pit suc in my oion of t. OUR LADY OF THE HILLS say at sucance from t-office, or so far from tc measured to God and to o t days. e ly surprised t of an angel among te musains, for ernal mood,--but no is about our feet. A feant girl, ily dressed in blue and ain muster of elling a troop of cion of t sa after a little ot t up and folloly stood still and tle girl to t o¡¯ ture!¡± ¡°No,¡± said anot of the foxglove grown big.¡± t t sestant ly troubled, and s to sit do ried to explain ion. Finding explanation of no avail, s? ¡°Yes,¡± said one; ¡°but like for tell o be good to me,¡± me near out a third. Salked to time about C and tles, but errupted by an elderly ick, urous er for converts, drove te tion t Queen of o ain and be kind to t on cs,¡± for ¡°ladies als.¡± ts¡± fallen, but a fees later jumped docty Protestant o sassels of er sain, but t called o¡¯ ture, and saassels t last year, C.¡± ¡°No, you are not! no, you are not! no, you are not!¡± e reply. And after all, it my pretty Protestant, but Mary, Star of till y upon many a mountain and by many a s tassels at t of t is indeed fitting t man pray to y, to leave t a little o do good and evil in, and to cime telling tars. THE GOLDEN AGE A ting near Sligo. t time I roubling me, and I ever t ts. t I sainctness a black animal, op of a stone ly te belief about ting day and niged by t omen. But no it, for a man got into to play on a fiddle made apparently of an old blacking-box, and te unmusical trangest emotions. I seemed to ation out of t told me t , incomplete, and no more like a beautiful like a bundle of cords knotted togeto a comer. It said t t and kindly, and t still t ed, but buried like a mass of roses under many spadefuls of eart of ts d , and lamented over our fallen ation of tossed reeds, in t cry of t said t iful are not clever and t beautiful, and t t of our moments are marred by a little vulgarity, or by a pin-prick out of sad recollection, and t t ever lament about it all. It said t if only t be ill; but alas! alas! t sing and il ternal gates swing open. e ting into terminus, and t ahe door and was gone. A REMONSTRANCE WITH ¡£¡£¡£ A REMONStRANCE ItSMEN FOR ION OF tS AND FAERIES Not only in Ireland is faery belief still extant. It tis t of ed by a er-, and dragged ts, and tried to pump it empty. It erms ure. For in Ireland timid affection bets. treat eacs to s beyond reat a captured faery as did tells of. a kelpie, and tied by driving an ao o a river, and sless, fearing to cross ter. Again o , ¡°Pierce me keep t slender, of me.¡± to an inn. urned t of a lantern on ely sar, and co a lump of jelly. Sreat treated in an old tle co cut turf at t out ed knife. to cut turf did not take long, t last to c tle cake from it turf , taps on t of tc to t is recorded, reache child. In Scotland you are too too gloomy. You er?¡± o tc came out in trial. You all tc to be sure, ty¡± knocked out tump on t of Marco ty¡± is tish. You o be pagan and o rate. In Ireland als ttles, and turn aug skill ted some feo unes. Carolan slept upon a faery rater tunes ran in musician land you . In Ireland tted by ts to consult tate of ts t t vapour at t day; but more in sadness t. to keep on good terms s neighbours. t try tes and goblins. For t go to Ireland; for terror to Scotland. Our Iriserrors t strays into an enced o turn a corpse all nig before t feel anxious; . In Scotland it is altoget. You urally excellent disposition of gs and goblins. to a sea cavern, playing loudly, and follo ruggle. time by, and t of tely flayed, too o of tale of to a lake to be. coffer of iron. Close to ter, urn tanders, le ed up, reddening ter. No man ever sa of his body. ter-goblins and er-monsters are common in Scottisoo, but take tales turn all to favour and to prettiness, or ures. A ed by one of ters. ly believed in by many, but t does not prevent try playing , and surrounding it asies. er urning eel on my s, ail s a fisance. I began a tale of an immense conger, times larger t had broken my line and escaped. ¡°t ones for t comes up to are you after?¡¯ ¡®Stones, sur,¡¯ says you tter be going?¡¯ ¡®Yes, sur,¡¯ says ¡¯s t¡¯s not true.¡± You¡ªyou erms s of fire and earter. You ies he world beyond. WAR a poor Sligo I kno of a letter I France seems inclined to take tence. ly from radition of t terest, for s many people in London, and sed district.¡± ¡°too many over one anotting tired of t is killed t to be. It ter; but sure t not peace and quietness. t mind t be quarters in o say t it on bayonets, and I kneions of t rebellion. Sly, ¡°I never kne tle t liked to speak of it after. told me o be sitting over talking of t randed and covered imes t s s, ¡°Never imes. I aying, and in time I er t nigo tc on tied t o t alk of o ttle of to tle bet to me an Armageddon o sayings about to tion after you,¡¯ and t is wion.¡± 1902. THE QUEEN AND THE FOOL I cor, oucouc of all,¡± and spoke of used to be going about try.¡± Since tories of oo, in tting by ttage of an old miller not far from old t ories t my friend o go to faery in ell. It I kno Amadan of Ballylee, go a nig o tcor on ttle by spells, said, ¡°t do. I can¡¯t a stroke from t saime, and sian. I never sa one , and s, ¡®ter me.¡¯ So , t a t, for s no rong man, s is all s I am a cousin of y-one years.¡± t is said tly good neig troke of t t gets t is gone. tartan, and is very poor, said, ¡°It is true enougroke of tape, and ell ime, ¡® mont?¡¯ and I said, ¡®t is not,¡¯ t¡¯s t troke!¡¯ t smart. I kneime got a great frig , and o t man I elling about, t ape, and a Mass said over and ain Regan said, ¡®t of people, mig touc any t gets touc¡¯s true enoug it¡¯s in t likely to give touc got it, and old me about it old me t one nigleman came to ed o fig troops of troop oo, and to fig fig tter of troop on s, and about ter t ting bus it beer broke noise, and of it, er, and used to tell us many t s n¡¯t o beat to be afraid somettle knoimes er, and t of beasts, trying to give touco be. I said of late , but I t would be o s him.¡± I kneo bring before ry and ecstasy, self ¡°Aengus¡¯ messenger.¡± And I kneruly great seer, ead of leaves, and flo opened to stle e fool ouc anotime a ting by a pool and smiling and cing up from the pool. else can deat ty? and foolis t many sment or oo poal brains in ¡°every is natural, too, t to every one stle of to t ion of our knoen in tions of , and of a certainty, glimpses of muc sanctity finds at ts painful journey. te fool said of a certain a peasant erest a peasant ries of an unearty, and o be busy about ly an or cured . isdom and beauty and poimes, as I to t be like tories keep . t t oes or t or any ots of t our dreams lose trees, and t our dreams can make trees one ing of t blind eyes can see more ty, or lovers come into t understand t t s relsy? t t tasy? er to th? 1901. THE FRIENDS OF THE PEOPLE OF FAERY t see t often, and so of ten very poor, but often, too, t to rengt of man, as trance, to t ers whe and become young again. tin Roland, of Gort, old me a fe ¡°t let nig old o buy a flute, and play on it o play on t out into to play. , and made a noise, but knoo sit up on it and play on t to see tle time ago, for s ¡°told o die. er aken,¡± I suppose) to some other place,¡± because ¡°too cold for ter hings. certain t tain t ¡¯s all in believe in , and never got on ly in sure y years ago t s, like young slips of girls oget took atle girl.¡± And sold tle girl a as silver,¡± o a fort ly in ood in t nig never stops,¡¯ to make ime, and one of ter bringing out a little flute, and it¡¯s on it o t ting and playing, ed up stones, and I could not ed wrong.¡± A friend me from Ulster an account of one rue friends aken doely, for my friend, ime before I , got o tell it over again, and e it out at once. Selling t s like being in ts and fairies; and to be frig in faeries, miss. Many¡¯s time I talked to a , and no less and more tal anyo come about your grandfat is¡ªin my young days. But you¡¯ll s a long time before, and sed to on, ¡°ell dear, t time ever I to to , to overlook t t o a cottage t ions , and tones lying about, but t come yet; and one day I anding t o us. I of a girl at time, playing about and sporting myself, but I mind o imes.¡± My friend asked, ¡° all tall as you y, broy, your grandmoter, and Betty , not like your grandmotake any man; and o say t tty¡ª ook off before so , and for t selling. time sraigo o te!¡¯¡ªordering ¡ª¡®Go over to tell Josep cion of to is o be built, if o y, so do elling ye te.¡¯ t on ¡®tions, t didn¡¯t bring it exactly to t come to a room to turn rig so us, ¡® do as I bid ime, and if s t of s er; and many and many a time s not to do if s I used to be glad co my moto be ing to, and elling lies and talking foolisting by talking to my mot to t to see ting at talking to mot . ¡®take t no t noo see me. No man body ever seen me, and none ever anyway, w. tle rembling like. ¡®Don¡¯t let me enougime.¡¯ Anotime, all tin to sell off, in steps to my mot a sort of a in, and t ing take t in , and no .¡¯ My motakes t to ,¡¯ and t on tin, my fat as bad a frig in it rig anyened of ter ime s believe me,¡¯ s far enoug.¡¯ time sold o t illiam is dead, and Bible cer ever ser. ¡®Go,¡¯ sell to read t t class meeting, and t I er t ter and ing as t. One day sanding talking, and s sometty in all ¡¯s time for me to be off.¡¯ And s, and raises up in t airs s up, only far ser. S up and up, till s time t music I ever day to t a poetry, lovely poetry, and me and my motands gaping up, and all of a tremble. ¡® is s all, mot an angel s?¡¯ it up come Miss Letty, t Miss Letty so see us gaping up t ill me and my motold . S on gay-dressed t queer y in all o ry s, or to see whom dying? ¡°It er dark s daylig , and t o pass my h you,¡¯ says she. ¡®t¡¯s rigo s by tell you ye as by table and eat of us?¡¯ ¡®Do . I¡¯ll eat ts e of duck and some apples, o our supper and so in, and te a bit ate of eacion, and she clean gone!¡± 1897. DREAMS THAT HAVE NO MORAL t Maive and tick to tcer,¡± s t to talk. A man left ted black pig one nigter poet. One ery, ¡° tain ¡°t you and in to listen to Callanan.¡± Presently an old man began to tell my friend a story, and all listened deliging into laugory, ell just as it old, ales, in its natural simplicity. tell of a time o life again ouco look exactly like your brot go to bed tle quarrel afteroo, if everytened us une, rong enougo fling t of ts shoulders. time because at last to consult ¡¯s easy enougell you. Let you send some one,¡± says o suco catc in, give it to to eat.¡± So t as old, and t and broug to t it before t to be careful , and not to let any blob or blister rise on it. But it is impossible to cook a fis t rising in some place or ot to smoot do o o cool it, and so s a taste of t up to te it, and of it into te ts t . And before a year , two pups. And t out for a o be cared, and I can kno, and s to t like to be giving ting and drinking to to my o is easy to kno,¡± said tell you. Go you outside, and stand at t the cook¡¯s son will only laugh.¡± So s, and a mark on sting at ter t, so Jack, t is time for you to go a of t my son.¡± And send brot Jack said, ¡°I my o.¡± And for all Bill could say to stop. But before , t o Bill, ¡°If o me, t er on top of ter below will be honey.¡± took one of ter ting t er catc t ill o a o on till o a king¡¯s in at to ask, ¡°Did a servant?¡± ¡°All I ,¡± said t to t nigo be milked.¡± ¡°I for you,¡± said Jack; so the king engaged him. In t out y coold to drive to a blade of grass in it for t ones. So Jack looked about for some place er a belonging to a giant. So of t up o an apple-tree and began to eat t came into the field. ¡°Fee-faw-fum,¡± says ree,¡± oo big for one moutoo small for t kno grind you up and make snuff for my nose.¡± ¡°As you are strong, be merciful,¡± says Jack up in tree. ¡°Come do of t, you little d, ¡°or I¡¯ll tear you and tree asunder.¡± So Jack came doo one anots,¡± said t, ¡°or o at y feet . t t all tting t last a little bird came and sat on to Jack, ¡°If you don¡¯t make an end of , out rengt t do gifts.¡± ¡° are t notand against, and a suit t on, you er to be found?¡± said Jack. ¡°In t red door you see t and got t. ¡°ry try it on t ugly black stump of a tree,¡± says t. ¡°I see not roke, and cut off t¡¯s it into t it on t is join to strike it off again.¡± ¡°I did not give you t,¡± said Jack. And a suit h him. So t evening, and every one all t nigting at dinner er, and t, o-nighree.¡± t morning Jack out again t t t came time ogettle bird came and spoke to Jack as before. And do is t?¡± says Jack. ¡°It¡¯s a suit t you can put on, and you no one can see you.¡± ¡°?¡± said Jack. ¡°It¡¯s inside t little red door at t and broug t. And t off t¡¯s t ime to join the body. t nig all t could be found were filled up. t morning Jack out again, and all time old o go to a little blue door in t a pair of s er the wind. t nig t vessels enougo , and it o tenants and to poor people passing t at t a drink of it. t nigo Jack, ¡° to any ot,¡± said Jack, ¡°but I ick, and ill or lie do, t tones and ditc¡¯s to make coy of milk.¡± And t nig t all.¡± t morning, tc to see o t a stick, and began to batter t t leaping and jumping over stones, and c Jack said,¡± said then. No serpent at t time used to come every seven years, and o get a kines daugo eat, unless so fig to be given to it t time, and t t of everyto be ready to fig. And out, and to t t did to tie to a tree, t o sold it, and . But no aken from t giant, and s knoied to a tree?¡± said Jack. ¡°It is not, indeed,¡± said sold o take me sleep for a up and foug, and drove it back into the sea. And t t fastened a of tree, and to o come and fig to-day, imorous after being so long s up underground, but I¡¯ll do ting myself to-morrow.¡± t day t out again, and tied up t could come at up o ree. t on t aken from t, and , and t knohe day before. And to t anoto fig day. t day s doo t many people gato see t t o bring ter a of clot a, and s kno off a piece of tle packet of it and put it a was on . And t in a no more king¡¯s daugook out t from t, and it in at t¡¯s neck, ter came spouting out t for fifty miles inland, and made an end of to to is -er t. But ook out t of tc, and s s fit t sried to put on t so mucoe go into it, and as to didn¡¯t matc all to t of from t saved her. So t ball, to bring all try togeto try any of to carpenters and joiners getting bits of t cut off to try could t it one of t it on. t to could o give anotime to poor as well as rich.¡± So to it, but t fit any one of them. And t belongs to t t minds t like o be coming up here.¡± Jack time, and t and got airs to strike off t t kept te met airs before to ted to top of tairs and to his arms. And tried t fitted co t off. So t feast s. And at t time, one morning tside t, and t called out, ¡°, up and took ing t on all t fell it into a into ter it, and all in, and t ting over t,¡± says s it¡¯s too late noo be follo you stop t ie t out and tied up to kill you noing t of it. ¡°, t t to deat, t t to tigo deatside the door. to go back noo Bill. in took a look at t did ter at top into to a second meal at table, or sleep a second nigill I know w is o Jack.¡± So ook t off, over t last o t in, tter treatment t time you came in to me,¡± for s it o . t on till o t tairs, and said, ¡°elcome to you back again.¡± And all t is a er your marriage, and to stop so long a nig it was ime. And in t, ¡°t is smen and t up and got ill to t tting by top t tie Bill tier t out, o tly. , and t, ¡° squeeze, I¡¯m in t, I¡¯m in t eet ell you ?¡± said Bill. ¡°Do you see t rod over take it doside tones, and strike to life again.¡± ¡°I I¡¯ll make a green stone of you first,¡± said Bill, and off h his sword. t out and struck tones, and sure enougriking otones around, and men came from t urned to stones, hem. t out for on te or some argument toget o t angry, and ruck Jack urned o a green stone. And t back t o life, and ter, and tful, and t by time myself, and tea. 1902. BY THE ROADSIDE Last nig to a artan road to listen to some Irised for t t country beauty no must turn its s ears to listen. Presently a score of men and boys and girls, rees to listen. Somebody sang Sa Muirnin Diles, and tor, mournful songs of separation, of deatood up and began to dance, o, and t glad song of meeting to under tain I looked at every day ted into trees, and oo melted aions of men. No titude of mind, an emotional form, t o older verses, or even to forgotten myt it o one of t under to ts of trees of knoory tages t s to carry one as far, for t a little of t, one kno ties to t is, indeed, t of tocracies of t, and because it refuses rivial, tty, as certainly as t o itself t and most unforgetable ts of tions, it is t art is rooted. is spoken by tel, appreciation of ts t a single mind gives unity and design to, spreads quickly ws hour is come. In a society t out imaginative tradition, only a fe of millions¡ªfavoured by ters and by ance, and only ter mucanding of imaginative t ¡°tion is the man himself.¡± ts into tood t in broken does not fall silent. And so it o me t radition by making old songs live again, or by gatories into books, take part in t a feual poverty, take part also. t is cried out, ¡°If t t not Caesar¡¯s friend.¡± 1901. INTO THE TWILIGHT Out-ime out-worn, Come clear of ts of ; Laug, again in t; Sig, again in the morn. ther Eire is always young, De gray, thee or love decay Burning in fires of a slanderous tongue. Come, , where hill is heaped upon hill, For tical brotherhood Of he hilly wood And t their will. And God stands winding his lonely horn; And time and orld are ever in flight, And love is less kind t, And he morn.