propensities of those who are unable to rise above the rubbish which surrounds them, I cannot exactly agree with the writer in his conjecture, and am inclined to believe that he is better versed in antiquarian than in heraldic lore, and, therefore, has fallen into mistakes, out of which I may possibly extricate him. Being somewhat acquainted with heraldry, and having made antiquarian researches a part of my study, I venture to assert, that the monument in question is not the tomb of the Countess of Desmond, or any of her family, but that of Elizabeth, the daughter and heiress of Gerald, earl of Kildare, who was the first wife of James, the fourth earl of Ormond. This, indeed, removes all difficulties; all the escutcheons of arms are in perfect order and position. The royal arms of England show the descent of the Butlers from the Plantagenets; the Butler coat is on the husband's side; the Fitzgeralds on the wife's; the cross on the first escutcheon may be, and possibly was, intended to represent that of St. George. The lady to whom I assign this monument died about the year 1400. The architecture is of that period; and, as above stated, the heraldry tells the tale exactly. Is any further proof necessary?

I will merely add, in conclusion, that the haughty and powerful earl of Desmond was not likely to acknowledge by his own act the superiority of his wife's family, by placing her arms in the most honorable position, to the degradation of his own; nor was such a practice usual even where the disparity of rank was much greater than between the Desmonds and Ormonds.

Hoping that your useful Journal may be made the vehicle of much future antiquarian information, and wishing success to your exertions, I am, &c.

Stradbrook House.

WILLIAM BEtham.

As the elucidation of truth is at all times our paramount object, we have great pleasure in giving publicity to the above communication from our kind and worthy friend, the Ulster King-the most competent authority on such a question. In the age, which we were the first to assign to this

remarkable monument, Sir William concurs; he differs with us only as to the person for whom it was erected, who, he asserts, was not the daughter of James, the Second Earl of Ormond and Countess of Desmond, but the daughter and heiress of Gerald, Earl of Kildare, who was the first wife of James, the Fourth Earl of Ormond. To come to this conclusion, it is in the first place, obviously necessary to prove that the arms on the fourth shield, are those of Kildare and not of Desmond. It is on the admission of this premise that all Sir William's conclusions rest. But though he takes this for granted, we do not; as he has advanced no evidence to support this supposition; while, on the other hand, it is to be observed, that in the engraving of the tomb given in the year 1772, by O'Halloran, the arms are undoubtedly those of Desmond, and that in a recent etching, by Mr. D. Gurney, they appear also to be of that family. Secondly, even though we should concede this point to Sir William, his conclusions are not borne out by facts; for it appears by unquestionable historical evidences-first, that James, the Fourth Earl of Ormond, was not married before the year 1400, the period assigned by Sir William for his wife's death, or even of age in the year 1407, in which year his wardship was granted to Thomas, Duke of Lancaster, son of Henry IV. Secondly, though it is true that his first wife was, as Sir William states, the daughter of Gerald, Earl of Kildare, her name was not Elizabeth but Joan; and though this dif ference of name is of little consequence, it is certain that the Countess can have no claim to the monument in question, as we have evidence that she died in London, in the year 1430, and was buried there in the hospital of St. Thomas D'Acres, to which her husband had been a great benefactor. There was also at a later period, another intermarriage between the noble house of Ormond and Kildare, when in 1485, Pierce, the Eighth Earl of Ormond married the celebrated Lady Margaret, the daughter of Gerald, the Eighth Earl of Kildare; but the claim of this lady must, equally with that of her predecessor, be set aside, as it is certain that she was interred with her husband in the cathedral of Kilkenny, as appears from the inscription on their magnificent tomb, still remaining.

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ANCIENT BAPTISMAL FONT, ST. PETER'S, DROGHEDA. The font, of which the above is a representation, formerly occupied a conspicuous place in the Collegiate Church of Saint Peter at Drogheda-a building which, although long destroyed, in former days yielded to none in this kingdom in extent or magnificence-its precincts contained several chapels and oratories, erected and dedicated by the piety of individuals renowned in their day. At various times, within its walls, were held Synods for the regulation of the spiritual concerns of Ireland, over which, the venerable Primates of Armagh presided-and beneath its floor, reposed the ashes of those who, in this life, ruled and swayed the destinies of thousands.

We have strong evidence to prove this church was rich in ornament and decoration; and that the various arts then in use for the enrichment of ecclesiastical edifices were put in requisition for its embellishment. In " Giul. lim's Display of Heraldry," page 327, (printed A.D. 1660) the following example occurs:-" He beareth argent, a cheuron engrailed between three trumpets sable, by the name of Thunder; this coat of armour standeth in a glass

window, in St. Peter's Church, in Drogheda, in Ireland ;' and we have record in Harris's Collections, vol. 2d, as quoted by Archdall, that "the steeple of this church, supposed to be the highest then in the world, was thrown down by a violent tempest, about midnight of the 27th Jan. 1548." This steeple was subsequently replaced by one of wood, which continued until 1649, when Cromwell, like a destroying angel, swept the land with the besom of destruction;-after forcing an entrance into this devoted town, he caused this "church to be fired," and in it he acknowledges "above 2000 persons were put to the sword, flying thither for safety." See the 36th number of the Journal.

The ancient church of St. Peter never recovered this visitation: that it was partially repaired, is evident from a view of the town, engraved in 1692, in possession of the writer, in which it is represented as having a steeple; but in the year 1740, it was entirely removed, and the present beautiful edifice, of Grecian architecture, erected on its site.

Among the ornaments in the original church, the sub

ject of this notice must have been conspicuous: it presents a very beautiful specimen of ancient art; and being composed of lime stone, the produce of the neighbouring quarries, is evidently the work of a native artist.

In form, it is an octagon-a figure usually employed by the ancient Christian Irish in the construction of baptistories; examples of which we have at Mellifont Abbey, County of Louth, St. Doulagh's, County of Dublin, &c. The entire outer surface is elaborately carved; the front facet, contains an escutcheon, empaled baron and femme, supported by two angels in a kneeling posture, the bodies and limbs of which are represented as covered with plumage; three of the compartments are destroyed, but probably correspond with three of those that remain, which are each divided into two circular-headed niches deeply recessed; each niche containing the figure of an apostle, distinguished by his peculiar badge: thus, St. Andrew with his cross; St. Paul with a sword, and so on; the remaining division is occupied by a representation of the baptism of Christ. The soffetts are each filled by the figure of a demi-angel, with wings displayed, supporting a plain scroll; in the corners of the soffetts are the rose and shamrock; the angels of the entire font are ornamented by a continuous wreathing or chain work, which is also continued round, and forms the outline of the arched niches. There are neither dates or inscriptions; and the base is finished by a roped member.

you. Are ye ignorant of the worth of knowledge, or deficient in zeal for its acquisition? No! But peculiar circumstances have interfered with your best interests— the glorious principle of universal CHARITY has not presided over the literature of the country. Yet that nation will not ascend to the highest region of intellectual being, which knows no literature but what is subservient to strife and division, whose authorship drags religion from her holy seclusion, and disturbs her calm serenity by the shouting of hostile war-cries. Never, never, will the charities of social life abound, nor the inalienable right of freedom of thought, and word, and action, prevail, until the humanising influence of the arts and sciences is felt over the entire community, until men learn to think freely and to differ with good-will, until the voice of reason can charm the power of prejudice, until men's minds are in some measure isolated, so that a look of jealousy or a touch of suspicion will not run electrically through the mass, until religious and political considerations are assigned their proper station, and philosophy is rescued from its bondage to sectarianism.

When the questions which divide classes of men are felt by them to be vitally important, affecting their equality and rights in this world, and their existence as immortal beings in the next, and when there is a fierce struggle between the rival parties, each striving for the mastership, then every minor subject connected with the arts, The arms in the escutcheon are, first—Azure, a bend with literature, and with science, is merged into the greater voided argent in chief, a star of the second; secondly—and paramount matters of debate, or they receive a Argent, three lions rampant azure; the latter coat is that chromatic glow, deceptive and illusory. But when the belonging to the name of Mildmay, it also appertains, storm is high, when the winds are whistling wildly, will with a change of tincture, to the family of Fynes, of the sweet and plaintive tones of music be heard in the Fynestown castle, near Navan, County of Meath. Of gale-when men's passions are roused, will the quiet and the first coat I have not been able to find an appropria-gentle accents of peace find their way to the heart? No! tion, but have discovered it with the bearing reversed (a there must be calmness, there must be repose, the feeling sign of illegitimacy) empaled with that of Dardis, in St. of exasperation must have passed away, the sense of inPeter's churchyard. The carving is in bold relief and feriority and superiority must be subdued, ere the attenskilfully executed; a good deal of tasteful design is ma- tion will be given to the more abstract considerations of nifested in the disposition of the drapery of the first figure intellectual life: but when the causes of exacerbation are in each compartment. The other figures are clothed in removing, when men, whose opinions had rendered them close plaited tunics; the sharpness of the engraving is individually repulsive, are drawing near, and perceiving worn off by time and abuse, and the features defaced, but that each possess human hearts and human sympathies, the tonsured head and peaked beard are still discernible; when the power of prejudice is gradually, though slowly, on the whole, it has been well worthy of occupying the melting away, is there not glorious hope of a resurrection prominent situation it undoubtedly formerly held; but of genius and of taste, a dawning of a better day, when the now-what a reverse-part of it, as before observed, is hurricane of passion will have abated, and the gentler destroyed, probably by the sacrilegious hands of Crom- feelings of humanity rejoice in the light and warmth of well's fanatic soldiers-and this venerable relic of the the morning sun? taste and munificence of our ancestors, is now consigned to oblivion, and lies neglected and unknown in the yard of the Sexton's house.

Britain is

Ireland stands precisely in such a position. free, in a great measure, from the causes which obstruct the progress of literature in this country, and therefore is she proceeding with majestic step. Public taste and knowledge are rapidly improving and widely extending:

THE PROSPECTS AND DUTY OF IRISHMEN and an inhabitant of England or Scotland, unacquainted

IN REFERENCE TO THE ACQUISITION OF
USEFUL KNOWLEDGE.

CAN it be an enthusiast's dream, that a better day is dawning upon this long-distracted country? Is IRELAND ever to remain THE LAND OF IRE, the region of the storm and the whirlwind, the homestead of strife and contention? Or are peace and concord about to re-establish their reign, and bring with them the blessings which follow wherever their influence is felt?

It may be a dream that Ireland is undergoing such a change-yet we will indulge it. It may be an illusion that the storm is passing away, that its violence and fury have been checked, that the light of intellect is beginning to stream over the land, that our country men are about to vindicate their characters as a rational and intelligent people in the face of the nations of the earth. It may be a dream that men of all parties are drawing nearer to each other, that strong political prejudices are melting away, that party feeling is merging into a desire for national improvement, and national union. It may be all poetry, it may be all romance-yet what we wish for, we most willingly believe. Oh, that our feeble accents could be heard echoing along every valley of this green and fertile land! People of Ireland! we would appeal to

with the manifold springs of bitterness which have flowed so long in Ireland, forms strange and distorted ideas of the genius and disposition of the inhabitants of an island not untruly characterised as being "blessed by God, and cursed by man." It would be the fondness of folly to affirm that the acerbities of strife are softened down, and that all classes already hail each other with affectionate joy. It would be an affectation to say that at our approach all classes, however jealous at other times and on other subjects, receive us with unhesitating cordiality, and that in our Journal the eagle eye of party has never detected a pictorial illustration to mean more than met the view, or a traitorous phrase which did not contain beneath it a lurking poison-no! we cannot breathe so freely yet in Ireland. But that we have done much- VERY MUCH-to effectuate so great a good, it is our right and our privilege to say, nor will the dread of the imputation of egotism deter us from affirming it on all proper occasions, for there are times when reiterated declarations of purity of motive indicates not personal vanity, but earnestness of purpose. And our very hearts are set on the delightful though frequently thankless and ungracious task of clearing away the rank weeds which pester our fields of literature; we desire to spread a table at which all may sit down; to draw towards a common platform those who differ, and teach our countrymen that there are

enjoyments which they can participate together, and intellectual treasures which they can mutually share.

greater pleasure than to see what we have often seen in the sister country, a numerous assemblage of intelligent men, the smith from the forge, the carpenter from his bench, and the shopkeeper from the counter, night after night listening patiently and attentively to a course of lectures on chemical and mechanical philosophy. The Royal Dublin Society have done a good deal in this way without much success or encouragement. Whatever may be the cause, let it not be attributed to the genius and disposition of the people.

Let us then be thankful that at least-THE GOOD WORK IS BEGUN ! And in pointing out the duty of Irishmen in reference to the acquisition of useful knowledge at this era in the history of the literature of the country, we wish to set ourselves right with the readers of the Journal respecting some observations in the former paper in No. 41, which seemed to depreciate Classical Learning. No man of any intelligence will depreciate the study of the classics-no man who knows that the English lan- We are thus appealing to the self-interests of the workguage is itself an olla podrida compounded from the ing class in urging them to the acquisition of useful and Greek, Latin, French, Teutonic, Celtic, &c. would deli- beneficial knowledge. It is not merely the pleasure, but berately be contented with the stream, when he might the actual profit which will accrue, that ought to excite ascend to the fountains from which it was supplied. But them. It is for their own sake as men, for their country's we were addressing that great body whose first and princi- reputation as a nation, that they ought to be persuaded. pal object in life is to make provision for their daily | Out upon the infatuation, or rather the depravity, which wants-those whose lot is, as it were, marked out, and spends its leisure time in dissipation, stupifying the brain, who have a far better prospect of making themselves re- and fevering the blood—a dissipation which fetters the spectable IN their different professions than of rising our wretched mechanic with a poverty that galls, and withers, of them and above them. It is to be deplored that the and curses his prospects and hopes! Away with the foolish reverence which in Ireland is thrown about the bigotry which would prevent men of different religious character of "the Poor Scholar" has tended, in a great persuasions from meeting together to acquire the truths of measure, to exclude useful knowledge from the minds of philosophy! Ah! how little, since the world began, the people, by substituting in its place a love for un- has the voice of reason prevailed over the power of premeaning verbiage. With what delight do the peasantry judice! But we do not despair, either for Ireland, or the assamble to hear two village schoolmasters "sack" and world. Let the scorner laugh-mind will yet triumph, "bog" each other! On these occasions the most egre- knowledge will walk abroad, and though there may be gious pedantry is frequently substituted for true learning, fitful intervals of light and darkness, though the sun of and frivolous disputations inflate the mind, but cannot intellect, like the sun in the heavens, may seem to set on substantially fill it. What have carpenters or masons to one hemisphere, while it is rising on the other, yet science do with the classics? Teach them mechanical philoso- and literature must and will obtain dominion, and manphy-teach them how to estimate the strength of timber, kind at large rise from savage and semi-barbarous condiof walls, of arches-show them that there are certain fixed tions, and take their proper station as enlightened and principles on which they can go to work-and thus give intelligent beings. What a glorious thought! Man has them the power of rising in their own professions. Why been progressing painfully and slowly for several thousand is there such a reproach yet lying upon the handicraft- years. Many of his motions have been retrograde-fire, work and practical ingenuity of Irishmen? How comes and sword have defaced some of its fairest memorials, and it that if an intelligent engineer, or a practical chemist, or the crafty tyrant or the subtle chief has led human beings an experienced agriculturist, are wanted for responsible in troops, to ravage the earth, to spoil its verdure and its situations, they are rarely to be found amongst the bulk beauty, habituating them to blood and rapine, aud unof the people, and have, consequently, to be imported? hinging civil society, while out of its disorganization have Take Dublin, for an instance, and we will venture fear- arisen systems and forms of government which have too lessly to assert, that nine-tenths of the young men who often not contributed to the happiness of the race. belong to the mechanical departments are ignorant of the the elements of order seem to be forming new combina simplest details of science. Ask any one of them to give tions. There may be doubt and hesitation in many minds you a rude idea of the working of the steam engine-of as to the probable result: but he whose mental vision can the nature of colours-of the refraction of light-of the pierce the surrounding atmosphere, sees in every new delaws which regulate the motions of fluids and the truth velopment and every fresh change, cause for rejoicing, of the assertion will be borne out. There are intelligent and looks forward to the hour when every waste on the mechanics in Dublin, and we are proud to acknowledge surface of the globe shall be peopled with rational and it; but they are comparatively few in number. We wish intelligent creatures-when the arts shall flourish on the to stimulate their brethren to imitate their laudable ex-burning plains of Africa, and literature gladden the Paciample, to seize on the opportunities which the diffusion of knowledge now presents, and by becoming acquainted with the principles of science, become more skilful, ex. pert, and useful in their different arts, and instead of working by rote, learn to work by rule, and thus so elevate the character of their respective professions, that journeymen smiths, carpenters, masons, dyers, bleachers, &c. &c. may no longer be mere agents in the hands of builders, engineers, and chemists, but intelligent workmen who comprehend what they are about, and feel an interest in having it creditably finished.

But

fic i-les-when genius shall wave its magic wand, and silvery toned eloquence utter its inspiring sounds-when peace, with its olive branch, shall preside at the feast of reason, and men know no other discord than that freedom which consists in agreeing to differ.

Now, if any man will say, that the design and drift of this paper is to set a value upon mere literature far above the more sacred duties which devolve on man in reference to his Creator, we tell him that he is altogether mistaken. All we wish to do, is to vindicate for literature her claim to that toleration which is her undoubted privilege, to But not only would the acquisition of the principles of shield her from the intrusion of ideas which have their natural philosophy be useful to the mechanics and artizans own peculiar place, to free her from connexion with the of Ireland, but the great mass of those who may be sup- irritable spirit of party. A union of literary feeling and posed a grade above them would reap positive benefit by sentiment is the great desideratum in Ireland: our coun the study. In the metropolis, and the other large towns, trymen have too long hunted in packs. Let them banish there are a numerous body of respectable young men, the unsocial spirit-let them no longer shut their eyes employed as shopkeepers, clerks, &c. who, to their shame be and their ears to the sights and the sounds around-for it spoken, are more versed in the little arts of imitative" Nature never did betray the heart that loved her." gentility than in the manly and noble details of science. Yet these very individuals live by the extended trade and commerce which the improvements in the arts and sciences have created-improvements suggested by the new and varied applications of the mechanic powers, and the results of chemical combinations. We call upon this class to set the example in forming associations for the spread of useful knowledge-for nothing would give us

What! no interest, no pleasure, no excitement, in the earth, in the ocean, in the sky? We cannot believe it; there is a desire, an eager desire in the minds of all classes of our countrymen, for useful and improving knowledge; and in contributing our humble aid to bring about the new era which is opening on the literature of Ireland, we will rest satisfied in the consciousness of having honestly done our duty.

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POPULAR LEGENDS OF THE SOUTH-No. III.

ST. LATEEKIN.

"When the slua-shee appear in lonely dell,
And revels are rife when mortals dream,
And wizards behold-but dare not tell

The spells that are wrought by haunted stream:
When the shee-geehyt rolls its boding cloud,
And arrows unseen in vengeance fly;
When the voice of the keener is wild and loud
O'er the maiden that died by the evil eye:
"When the art of the midwife fails to save

The young mother doom'd to fairy fort;
When the traveller's lur'd beneath the wave,
Where Donall na Geela keeps his court:
"What saves in the hour of faery,

When goblins awake and gnomes have sway?
What scatters the ranks of the dread slua-shee,
That circle the midnight traveller's way?
"Supreme o'er the spirits of earth and sea,

When blessed Lateerin's name is spoken,-
The Druid enchantments fade and flee,

And the spell of the midnight hour is broken.
"Thro' regions remote extends her fame,
And many a clime and age can tell,
What pilgrims invoking her holy name,

Drauk health at the flow of her sainted well!"

These lines are a literal translation of the fragment of a song, which rose to a wild and melancholy air amid the tombs and gravestones of Cullin, as I passed through that The abrupt little village on a fine evening in autumn. and irregular spirit of the original Irish, which I have vainly endeavoured to preserve in these stanzas, the stillness of the evening air, the echoes of the holy ruins around, the voice where strength and wild sweetness blended, and which to a fanciful mind, would seem that of some supernatural being, (for this singer among the tombs remained unseen,)-all conveyed an impulse to my heart which the boasted art of a Catalini would fail of communicating. Alighting from my horse, I clambered over the stile into the churchyard, towards the quarter whence the voice proceeded, and discovered my supernatural vocalist in the person of a wild looking country fellow of twenty-two, wearing a broad-brimmed hat made of that particular grass called thraneen, and equipped in a tight pair of sheepskin inexpressibles. He was stretched at full length along a grass-grown monument, and beat time with a formidable cligh-alpeen, to the music of his wild song on the timeworn slab that surmounted this ancient tomb.

I had travelled across the steep mountains, along the course of the river Ariglin, and was anxious to procure the assistance of a smith, the horse on which I rode having left a fore-shoe in one of the deep swamps of Pobble "have the kindness to O'Keeffe " Hillo, friend!" said I, direct me to the next smith's forge." He ceased his song at the sound of my voice, and seeing a well-dressed person before him, mechanically as it were, started on his legs and took off his broad-leafed hat. I always detest that prostration of spirit, which our peasantry too frequently betray, by doffing the caubeen to broad cloth without reference to the merit of the wearer, so I bid him be covered, with a rather bitter remark upon his meanness of deportment, that sent the glow of sensibility to tinge his deeply embrowned cheek.

"Bless your sowl, Sir," said he, upon repeating my interrogation respecting the smith's forge," from whince did you come to enquire for a forge at Cullin? Sure every body knows that all the coals in Cork, and the bellowses o' Munster wouldn't hate iron after the curse of blessed Lateerin."

curse ?"

"Who is blessed Lateerin, and why did she give the
"O! its myself knows all about it,-often an' many's

• Slua-shee-Fairy host.
Shee-geehy-Fairy tempest-those whirling eddies hich
raise dust, straws, &c., and are supposed by the country peo-
ple to be caused by the fairies.

the time I heerd the Deerhogh tell it to the strangers that ped rounds at the well forninst you there; but sure a poor spalpeen like me, saving your presence, a'nt fit to talk to a dacint jantleman about blessed saints, an' sich things."

I took my seat on the old tomb, and bidding him sit beside me, encouraged him to proceed.

“Why, Sir, long ago, whin saints an' monasteries were in vogue, three blessed sisters lived in this country, the eldest at Kilmeen, the other at Drumtarif, and Lateerin, the youngest, at Cullin. She kept in a skalp here where the ould walls of the church are, an' her business night an' day was praying to God, and curing all the sick that were brought to her far an' near."

Here he called my attention to a clear spring in a small meadow, contiguous to the churchyard. It was shaded by an ancient whitethorn, which presented a strange appearance, every part of it being covered with threads of various colours, which were fastened to the branches by the numerous crowds that had fulfilled their votive pilgrimages to the well.

"That well, they say, sprung up to give her water; and when she wanted to cook the dinner, for she couldn't always be fasting an' praying, she would bring the seed of the fire in the fould of her petticoat from the smith's forge, for the houses were very scarce at Cullin thin, by all accounts. The three blessed sisters visited each other reg'lar wance a week; and the holy angels of heaven, honour an' praise be to 'em, made a fine road one night from Kilmeen to Cullin through Drumtarif, because the poor ladies wint barefooted, and the passage was full of wild brakes and deep quagmires.+ After Lateerin wint to heaven, this blessed well got great vartue from God in the cure of all disorders. The 24th of July is her pathern day, and, ma vrone, thin the blind and the lame get their walk an' seeing here ;-sure it was only the last pathern that a poor disabled crather left thim crutches there at the well behind him, and galloped home on two good legs like a May"But about the curseboy."

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"O! is it the curse you mane? Musha, you're right, Sir, didn't I tell you afore; I have no gumption, and am mere omedhaun at telling a story.

'Lateerin, Sir, was the youngest of her sisters, as I said a while agone; and, as they say, was a purty, tidy woman, considering a saint, and when she wanted a spark of fire, she always put the coal in her petticoat. The smith could not forbear noticing her legs, that for all her fasting were as smooth and as white as ivory, but respect for the blessed saint kept him silent a long time. But one day as she put the living coal into her petticoat as usual to light her fire, the smith said, 'Lateerin, you have a beautiful pair of legs.' The poor saint who never thought of her beauty afore, looked down to see if the smith spoke truth, whin, God bless us! the petticoat caught fire, and her garments blazed about her. In her grief and lamentation for this fault, she prayed that Cullin might never again have a smith to tempt the innocent to sin, and though many made the attempt, no iron would redden in all the townland from that day to this."

I arose and pursued my way towards Mill-street, and have only to add, that I made close inquiry respecting this strange opinion, and found that though the place is well situated for a smithy, being a country village, and a place of much resort, having a chapel, a burying ground, and some public houses; it is said that every attempt to carry on the smith's trade at Cullin has proved ineffectual, nor E. W. has any forge been seen there within living memory.

• A Deerhogh is an old woman that takes care of the well, and shows others the manner of paying the rounds.—She is supported by the donations of the pilgrims.

The remains of an ancient paved way may be traced be tween the places-it extends to the distance of ten English miles.

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