Show 19 t S I t C f rt rI r l' l f i be L' L tm r cLe tr c y Ll erminie templeton of O H and nd e lP S tm gl up b by every ono that PatrIck T of oC the tho bells Was tho most wonderful I I saint that ever lived for Cor working miracles mir mir- acles and the ono one I am going to tell you about now ow was the tho greatest mIracle ot of them all Long ago and a vcr very long time ago entirely en- en lIrely It was when Finn lull ernd the warriors ot of the tho Flanna ruled from their kings dun clun at over the pleasant province of oC ster Three score captains there were of oC the tho Ianna Flanna and live o score champIons followed d ever every captain when lie went to the wars And the tho like of oC them for heroes the world has never seen before or since Seven feet feel tall tull was the smallest malle t of oC them all and the handle or of his spear was just a young oung ash tree By that thul you mn may know what the tho others were ere like the fine song has been made mado up about them h by the ancient bards of oC Ireland For grace gravo and courtesy for strength In battle for or swiftness In hunting for tor skill In makIng melodious melodious music there WAS not the like or of the Fianna In all Ireland Ire Ire- land and Ir if not In Ireland why wh then or of course never by un any chance chanco at all In an any other country or of the tho world And as Its It's one above the tho others there must always always al- al ways be whenever three men come together so among the Flanna next In favor and In merit to the tho gre great t chief Finn there thoro was always standing comely Olsin of the strong hand Son or of FInn himself was ho he and of oC the goddess daughter ot of the fled Great was the tho beauty of Olsin and his fame famo was over the four kingdoms of Ireland lIe could jump over a branch as high ns as forehead and stoop under one as low as his knee lenee and he running run run- ning at full speed and anel he could pluck a thorn out of the heel of his foot at the same time without hindrance hin- hin drance to his flight On a dB day at the court of In the presence of oC the tho four kings and the four queens of oC Ireland the three caskets of honor were given ghen without lessening I to Olsin b by Cormac the high king The first casket held the five sliver lilies of oC courtesy which meant kindness kind kind- rye ness to the conquered hospitality to the stranger charity for the poor and distressed gentleness to old men and children and white homage to women Second casket contained the five bronze nuts or of learning which signified Skill In fighting sleight In wrestling swiftness In hunting caution In chess playing play play- In ing and sweet cunning In the making of oC melodious 4 i songs And the third casket heM held three golden apples apple which sIgnified courage In danger faith In n friendship and truth In n sp speaking Arid d no other man before or since ever got those three caskets at one time without lessening ng So no wonder at all It was that of the golden hall hair who was the daughter dl of the tho king or of the Country of oC the Youn Young fell Into conceit wIth the great fame of and journeyed aU all the thc way to Ireland Ireland Ire Ire- land for Cor love of oC him And no sooner did Olsin set eyes oyes on of the golden hall hair than he loved her with ever every vein of his bod body and Its it's what he saId to her From this day out 1 will wUl have neither ease easo of mind nor peace of heart until your our life liCe Is the same as my life and for Cor me theres there's no other woman In the world orld but you 0 woman or of the deep shining eyes For an answer bent down from Crom the white whitehorse horse on which she rode and kissed him on the forehead fore Core head and on the tho eyes and It Is what she said There Is man many a kings king's son who has paid court to me 0 Oisin of the cornel comely brows but Its It's to you I give m my heart and to no other And Its it's to take you OU hack back with mo to my fathers father's country countr I have ha come bringing the white horse of oC magic for Cor our journey And nd if IC you lovo me as you OU say you ou will como come up now and sit It behInd me hero here So he did that and the great white horse hIs faro faco to the western sea and th the pe people ot of the k kr Fianna saw them no more And they went their way wa of oC magIc over o the high together on the white horse i tossIng sell sea and u under der the tho dark runnIng waves until i r fit at length and at last they came camo to the tho beautiful coun- coun I r try ot of the young oung and were given sn an hundred thousand l' l welcomes In the tho pala palace of tho king Itself W Some or of the were vere saying that It was as years that l lived ed with bea tl ul Ife r Ir l r other Po pacts t used used- h bA a saying that It was wa GOO years ears that thal he remained there But however long it was ono things Is sure that he didn't 1 i iv v q 1 y t 11 OUN On the White Horse of Magic reel the tho time passing n nor r did he dream how long ho he had hod been awa away from his own land For In the country or of the young thore thero IB s neither ago nor sickness nor wasting nor dying but always feasting and music and hunting and warriors contending one with the oth ether r But one day as Olein Oisin and hI young men were ero coming home from the tho hunt a great red cloud of DruM Druid mist settled on the sIde sIde- Qt of the hill before them and out ot of the middle or of the cloud a Nw sweet et soun sound ling InS harp began playing and the tho heart hearl of oc Olsin Oishi stood still for Cor he knew It to ho bo son of who was In It playing and the song that sang was the lament for rOI the death or of Oscar And a sudden tarnishing famishing for a sight of the tho wide green hills or of Ireland and a hungry yearning yearnIng yearn yearn- Ing for a sound Bound of oC the long forgotten voices took the ho strength from Crom Olsin's lImbs and the tho enchantment fell from his eyes When ho came up to Its it's what bat bathe he said 0 Queen with the sw sweet et voice my breast Js Is like an empty plovers ers nest for lor the heart henrt that was II d o 1 70 I fH T 7 4 4 Lr L- L j r v A i IA VI III Y r nt y r n Lm l r rl t k w III c r l J 7 k ki i f 7 U UV V ru t p Y tl jY A J 4 1 I 1 IT I I n J l. l J. 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I i If k I ii it Y I f 11 g r I l t. t JV I t He Sat There Mourning In It t has flown over the tho seas sens to Ireland and I think I shall shaH die now ot of the lonesome sickness that Is on me for Cor a sight ht or of my people And sho answered him and she sa said III Ah then Its It's the tho sorrowful word youre you're brIngIng to mo me thIs day da husband ot of m my hart rt h going awa away that WILY way and its it's maybe mabo never ne coming back to me Ha ont we still 10 o white horse or of magIc ho said to brIng mo me ba k safe safo again to you The Tho thought of oC my people s 8 like a burnIng coal In the middle or of In my braIn And Its It's what she said There Is grief before beCore you ou where you are arc go o g comely Olsin for Ol not one you ever Yer CRr cared d for Is tt p ho this day to w l me you yu back to green Creen Ireland Great Grent Finn and hIs cham champions champions are arc lying lying- under heavy stones these hundreds ot n J a tH there ie years the v ts-ott ts b vo Jonc A stranger Clont Rom tl U b and dk t tU U bell l bell has cd ad them and the Cae ac of C the hula are cold colli and strange But Dut I give Ive y u leavO leav to SO go for when whon the tho home longing comes Int a mans man's heart all the waters of the World will not qu Its burning Great Groot distress canto camo over Olsin's mind at those words and Its It's what he Id IIo He took his queen up In his arms an strove stroye to comfort her and its it's she that cried her fill all Rut But b by and by she sho spoke and this Is the warning he gave to him then It If once you leave tb t horses horse's back or touch hand handor or foot Coot to the ground e O. O Ireland from that moment out your magIc youth wl wt I 1 ran fall from you ou and you willbe will he be old and shrunken an ant sightless and there thore will be beno no strength In your limbs and tho blood In your veins will turn to water and deaths death's hand will lie 60 on your our shoulder houlder rone ma my grief and my woe its it's well I know you will never come back to us When Olsin fronted the white horse of magic to the san sand gave a great grea cry or of sorrow and wired he leaped leape Into tho waves It Is kneeling on the shor behind him she was beating the palms or of her hands hands- and keening bitterly like one crying over the face ot of till tile dead ead And that thal is 18 hoJ ho it H happened that hal a mortal brought the tho first sorrow the or of the the- ho Young Youns- Olsin never looked back but wont went as swIft as they the wind over the thO high h tossing sea sen and under the dark running waves un till he be ta came e to his own fair Calr country or of lr lami And when hp he came Intro Into that land there was gr at won wonder er op him for the duns of the kings and of the U had hatI disappeared altogether and the pen pen- pit had dwindled In size till the tho tallest man or of them walk walle upright under arm And the they I rd nl at him with ro round nd eyes and the women gathered gath- gath en ered their children and ran from him BS as Ir if he were a ay y id and It were from the the do de he was oming ng Ind nd ht he asked a man of them where Is Finn hunting the tho day And t Its It's what the man said he the theonder wonder onder There is 15 no such man In Ireland now But hundreds or of years ago there was n a great champion named FInn and ho was the head chief I or of the Fianna And tho poets have songs and they do be saying that he was the tho greatest hero that ever lived ed In Ireland And a cold dread came on Olsin and Its It's what ho said And tee he had a son named Olsin 7 AntI And the pot poets do bl be singing of oC him too the tho man said of bC how ho he went with the golden haired across the tho seas to the Country of the tho Young and how ho he never came back But Bul I dont don't be giving heed to o those old for I dont don't think tho they can bo be true Then Oisin asked about C and and Goll and son but the man only stared and made mado a swift crossing sign on his forehead and walked Quickly away And the tho p fled ever every one l leaving a the groat strange man and the white horse Standing on on tho roadside Anti nt a blast of oC loneliness fierce as a sweep of storm from the thu ocean smote moto Oishi so that for n. n time hu ho had no care to live But Dut presently from Crom the Moor Moora a begun began calling and the birds bird's note put a thought ol of the great marsh about the dun at AIm Alm- luin Into him and Its It's to lc ho he said I will go up Into I will go up to the dun of oC my father at t With that he the bridle reIn over the neck or of the white horse of 01 magic and they wont like the wind without stopping until they came camo to and to the hill or of And when they came to the kill hill or of it IL was n a sorrowful woeful sight that Ja lay before him for tho broad hillside was bare the tho walls o of the great dun had been leveled to the ground and the tho tall lall weeds were blowing and nodding above the scattered stones That Is how he found tIC tre home of oC his people But Dut Its it's when he came to the Ide bare spot where the feasting hall used to be standing and to the great black hearth stones long grown cold that the wild grief overwhelmed him and he struck himself on the breast with clinched fists and Its it's what he said 0 Isn't It the tho sorrowful da day FInn ot of the open hand for your own son to be this wa way a str stranger nger above your our empty empt hearth stone atone And you Goll and and or th Call women and my own son Oscar Is there never r one of oC you WIll rise up to bid me welcome 0 O. O where shall I 1 turn my face Caco and who will cover me In my wide gravel gravelAnd And as he sat there his head drooped so low that the long yellow hall hair of oC him streamed upon the thu white mane of the horse two red foxes came out of oC a hole bolo and began fighting one with the tho other before him So when Oisin saw that tho great sign of loneliness and desolation In the house of his father Cather the weakness of oC sorrow melted his bones and no sank from Crom the top of oC the tho horse and Its it's how lie he lay with his lips to the ground his arms stretched wide and he was the tho same as the dead Now Jt it chanced at al that hour that Patrick of oC the bells son of with two of oC ids his clerIcs w was s on his way to Ath to preach the tho now new faith to the people And some ono one told Patrick or of the tho strange beautiful man who looked a god or of the tho de and who had ju just t gone riding on a wonderful wonder wonder- tul ful horse up the tho hill or of and who was now lying ns as one dead upon the tho ground But when Patrick went to that place he saw no wonderful horse and there was In Jt it no god od ot of the de but only n a tall old man and lie lying moaning and mourning among the tho stones For as had Core foretold told the instant foot Coot touched the ground the horse vanished and the chill ot of the tho ages aes crept Into his bones boneN and Into his heart and he was a withered oM old man Even the mind In him was old oM After Oisin told his wonderful stor story to the tiro clerics Patrick took hIm b by thi tho hand and led him the tho ways to Ath where for tor three days das Oisin listened to Patrick of oC the hens hells preaching to the princes and to the tho people And ever every night t through 1 the long hours till between the crowing or of the cock nn and the full light of day would be telling Patrick and his clerics In the monastery the tho story of oC the Fianna and or of the tho wonderful Count Country of the Young And the they would never I be tired listening to him On the fourth day or of the preaching when whon Patrick Pat Pat- rIck was getting ready to baptize the people Its it's what lie he said sull to Olsin Come Como out now with wILh Ute the others son of Finn till tillI I baptize you OU and save y you u from irom the tho torments of hell heH Cor or i m aro no tlC bai O oti n n r o 1 1 f tit Ul tell f ll me m first r k kr of r t the white ji book where are the tho try son O Oscar car o or the strokes Art the vi son or of Ronan and Finn my father ere they n y your ur heaven No answered Patrick Patrick theIr likes would not be let Into heaven the died un The They are prisoners In deep hell suffering the torments ot of fire A spot of red anger anger- burned on either olther cheek of of Olsin and its it's what he answered vered I Then keep your our heaven for yourself 0 Patrick or of the tho crooked staff and r the tho likes or of these lit Ill singing sing sing- Ing clerics ns as for myself I want none of it IL I wilt will go to this hen hell you speak about to be with Inn Finn my father and my son Os Oscan and the friends of my youth OU th t AntI And Patrick was so sore sorry orry to hear this for Cor he loved greatly the high loy 10 and the tho whito honor of the old FenIan still he could not keep back n 11 quick surge sur e of oC wrath so he said 0 0 witless old man if you had been given gl but the quick peep of ono one e air c Into the place where the Illanna Flanna are confined It Is t dIfferent sort or of w wish sh plat that you would he be speaking nor and its humble and fright fright- coed enough you OU would b beat Qt the same time lIm The Olsin striving ln bard to keep le anger asked or of Patrick But how big I to this bell ot of which yeti ou all are re so much afraid 0 son of oC And Patrick was obliged to answer him I do not know how big the place is Ij but ll Il Is wide enough and deep enough and strong enough to hold forever the sInful Flanna Fianna or of Ireland Then rhen Oisin burst |