Morning herald., 1839-12-23

ntellieib old manuscript, bar that which IS trans
errea from generation 70 generation learned by the
infant from its mothers lips, believed as faith which
Z were a sin to doubt; written on the hearts and
lwined in the minds of the children OF Erin, with
their earliest ideas.
II was III the spring Of the year 1888 that had oc
aston 10 visit the south Of Ireand and my business
led me 10 the little town Of Clonacarty in the County
Of Cork. During my stay, fell IN with the quon
dam schoolmastsr Of the parish, who haa fornerly
g taught the young idea how to Shoot" beneath the
shelter Of STOUT hawthorn hedge unil tho march of
in elIec and national school had fairly robbed him
OF his vocation. Why will people be SO much wiser
than their fathers? verify believe that many Of his
old pupils, under their new lights, would have gone
near TO dssbt the truth OF the tale which follows
He related it 10 me HIMSELF one fine summer noon,
as sat on green knoll and overlooked the seine
Of the story.
ct is long ago since here was house here; be
fore my time, there was Mt stone OF II left upon
another; bat not wlthsrandln, there was wanst a
dacent house stood convaynlent TO this, jst beyant
the crate ash trees IT was called the farm OF Klla
vain, and was burned in the CRATE rebellion; but that
is nothing to The purpose.
son this farm lived one Dick Donovan, and his
oaly child, vry purity girl, callea sloynn. wish
l.could paint you the likeness Of Ioyna Oonevan;--
sure she was haadsomer than an angel itsei; so at
lafte, nay father iowd me,--the saints be good
TO his sew for iver and lver, amen! Sne was about
sixteen years old; snail ard Eght made, her eyes
blue as the skies above, and her black as The
ravens wing. These are ould sayings lut
| can't find newer better in spakin Of Moy-
M. Jist round the fut of yoRder hill, lived the
landlod of all these fields and farms atost, one
VI Isiher Doyne, or, as be generally was called,
Mister Walter. A daceht ntleman he was; lived on
his the year rouad, Darn ccasona visit TO
the city of Cork and was altogether as merry heart.
ed, oper handed, free spoken yeal as you'd see OF
a summers day. Long and well had he loved
Moyna Donovan, and often had he vowed TO make
her his wife; but crops faliln', and nnants run
MIN away. and one thing or another came across
him, and he forced 10 put of marryin, TILL his
nfials were put bit snathier. With Walter
Doyne lived one of his relations; taat is he had
score or two of them about his place, but only one,
for wonder, whe ate aud dhrank wG himself,
and was looked on asineary his qu. Whether nc
was his uncle or his cousin, or some friend OF his
fathers, nobody could rightly tell; bat he never win'
amongst high or low, by any name but Unce Jack.
He was jolly, stout little man, about forty years old,
w:d good tempered face, and hearty laugh; re
markable for nothing but wonderful dislike TO dong
hands turn for himself. But, give him his due, he
ready enough TO mend all the broken spades ard
fnshin tackle, and 90 nuttln' with the byes and
girls, and tache The chldher TO make bows an ar
rows, or TO do any thing in life for neighbour. Now,
Think YOU have the plcklur Of all parues consarncd
in this story, except Jerry Maeue and Nelly Malone.
Jerry was the finest specimlnt OF Kerry man, that
iver you seen. tall, raw boned crathur, wid red
cheeks rownd face wild bHe eyes, an while teeth,
which you TO If you looked in his face,
he was so apt at smilin at you. Nelly Malone was
purity fair haired colleen, who waited on Moyno the
cows, and the chickens. .NV
"At the time spake of yonder little green spot,
which you see the pl0ughmen have taken care 10
leave unbroken, was the favore meeting place of the
good people, as they call em; bad md to EN- for what
they done to purity Mona Donovan, as you shall hear
in proper time. Well; the good or bad people kept
fore you come TO Dick Donovan's farm, that is
when the farm was init They could have seen thin
janksun' from the very windys, If the ash trees had
not stood betwane, and spilled The prospect. ltwas
e.. -ks
was walking from The fair of Conacarty W d Walter
Doyne. should tell you, she was thought 10 have
the purtest fut and anclc and to be the best dancer
in all Munster. They had st passed through the
jokin' way, was spakin Of Moyna's dancin, and she
blushin' like rose, an frewnin', and cryin' Non
sense and thin turnn away her head that he should
zee .a hsr % dd s y6 S Bale ESXnS al S
out the two Srllvans that themselves mp for he
honh Of eentilily, and Miss Rose Flaherty, that
taches, and Nsthress Newenhsm, an all! b'hevs
yoa'd bate the fairies themselves, only theyd net
dare to thry wild ysu wild thin purty htils feet Of
yorr own, siz he ookin down AT thin, ms they elan
ced in and out from beneath her white gown, IN the
moonlight,
"Wbat Moyna answered do not know; any way,
she almost believed all Walter Doyne had been say
in, partly because he said n, and partly because
PLACED her. Somehow, she was restless IN her Ripd
that night. May be she has overheated wild the
dancln, and the walk home; may be she did not
Doyne gone, she walked out into the garden,
and then into the field. She had not gone far, when
she heard the sonnd of music, but low and soft she
would have thought it was only coming on tho wings
Of the wind from the town of Clonacarty, # every
note had nt been heard as clear as If il was 81 be-
side her. Some way, the thought Of the fairies come
into her head, an oil that Walter Doyne had been
say;n and she almost wished she could have struv
wld the fares; for Moyna, small blame to her, was
a little taste proud Of her dancin. Well, the mus e
founded and nearer; and just u,nin round by
the ash trees, beyant the green ring, Moyna came
upon the whole fairy court, the midst Of their meT
rymakn'. They were dancn' away to the music
Moyna had heard in the best OF time, and light
q feather. Some of thin were standln' by, and
Moyna. half pleased, half frightened, stood watching
them tos But in a minnet, her fear overcame her
wish to stay, and che was hoping 10 slip away, and
get home unknownst, when one ofthe little crnihurs
who had been cuttin capers and snappn his fingers
over his head like mad, daaced up to her, an, wd
low bow. movna Donovan, siz he, will you take a
dance wid met
ss'Now Moyna, though she was but a woman. hal
a true Irish womans heart in her bosom; and, what
ever she felt wosd have scoracd To seem afraid; so
she cursied in reply and danced forrits. Thin began
such danen match these fields Hiver saw before
or since. At rsi all the advantage was on Meynas
side; she light and slight and knew all the steps
and figures which never so muck as heard Of IN
fairy land She shot hither and thither up and down
slow and quick, now swimmin along as II she was
goln 10 falat now kurstin into light quick step, |
enough to ele ctrify you TO IT, while the fairy
spectators capped their hands, and laughed for