The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1875-09-16

lsrgle IS very still; Il Is sentimental, not "
ay lachrymose, like most Of the more ce
,ra.pd Irish haHuts. One contlnuaiiy eA
Ne cts to hear rich voice, TOLL oil tears, wan
np. or a pIatutiSe voice that has epI nseN
,us co TO sneak, breathing the meiapcnoiy
refrain of one OF those delicious minor oai.
iads which have so much OF the color OF the
rou,,rv in them as has the tark's soEg tnat
If ,he English raesdow, or the nighnngaies
nS,fnt the tragic beauty OF q 0eserteo
Rowan villa. The burden OF the Dargle IS
sweet water aud sedgy banks, rocks, and
ariftvood in Summers rest, deep shadows
WITH their CLEANS of Sunshine stealing noise
iessly between them, end now aud then the
wbssr of birds wing fleeing from its nest,
aud the sharp cry OF the ieathered mate as II
darts from a green spray over head ana aus
appears in the noiseless woeE. At the top on
the Dargse Pat picks you up and you log on
to Powesscourt, country seat, where there
are lawns and deer, and sIell-kept hedges.
King George w. was entertained here when
he visited Ireland in ISL. The waterfall,
its'chef attraction, being iittle unre''soe'
W3sx at that time thoroughly revised ana en-
larged, a,deep tank was dug above u to'In'
sure complete success, end the whole was 10
be touched of, like the Crystal PataceIoAh-
tains, at the right moment; but the tEins'
for all this trouble, did not care TO visit tue
water.works. Had be done 80, II suppose az Z,
arch'wouId have been erected over the ia''
bearing this legend: "Under the patronage
of the Hing" lilo
Trottinc through county WicstoW'is IKE
OK oIoripp an inexbaustible nursery 'ot na-
ture. The variety of scenery, its beatty' us
amazinq fertility. its wonderful picturesque
ness never wearies YOU, nor does there seem
any limit to it. Deep valleys, high noun
tains. forests. meadows, streams; they are
continually repeated, but ever in ane" anu
cbarmineligbt. If you would have more OF
the Dlr9le business. and on somewhat
larger scale, YOU will get 1t in the Devlfs 5
Glen. but I won't trouble you with it. Let
us come TO Glendalough, the glen OF the TWO
lakes. at once. | looked for the seven
Churches the very moment we turned Tue
mouth OF the sombre green Valleys "a"
nothing but moist meadows WIN olaCh'
round tower like factory chimney ID !ne
centre, and on each side hlgh MOUNTAINS
that were sWathed in cloud ana misI.
II was solemn spot; not a sound was
heard in all its length; a few sheep
nibhIed the long grass that grew in TUFTS
among the rocks here and there in the moist
meadows the lazy cattle broused, and SPUR
rel ran I'D a tree by the roadside as we trotted
on toward a small village near the lower lake.
These seven churches are seven ruins, biack
with age, and some OF them nearly oBliterated
by time and the elements. The largest Is
scarcely bigger than country schooa-house.
| They are all Of the rudest order OF aren't
tocti,re. and the seven are so near together
that YOU see them at single glance When
vour eve has grown familiar With tie geogra-
nbv of the glen. Probably most men would
pass them without suspecting them OF beng
ANYTHING more than deserted cottages, over
grown with vines and ferns, and one or TWO
of them nearly hidden by the branches OF
trees that have grown out OF their rooness
walls. No one seems to know or care mucn
when these churches were built, but tradl
ton tells of q man who was born in 49S, was
baptized by S.. Cronan and who leda her.
NIT life in the lonely wilderness. These
churches were part OF seat OF learning he
founded. and the present dilapidated condl-
ton of that seat points moral or two. 81.
Kelvin, the extraordinary party above men
toned, lived to the age OF 120, and the day
of bis death is yet commemorated IN Glen
daloueb. He lived life of frigid pety.
When these queer little churches were 10
course of construction the laborerS took an
oath to "begin with the lark and lie down
with the lamb"; but many OF them died
from over-eXertiOn, for your lark Is an early
bird. So ST. Kelvin, rest his soul, prayed that
the ark's song might never again he heard in
Glepdalough, and to his honor the lark Is
minus quantity in that neighborhood. l
woHld it were not so, and see no practical
reason for the absurd demse Of the masons,
ipasmuch as they lie down with the lambs
aud, so help me, the lambs lie down good
part Of the day. ST. Kelvin was formen'ed
of a love--one kathleen-who prayed only
| TO look upon bis sbadoW-to hear not even
his voice, but its echo only. Yet she fol-
lowed him to bis hermit cell, in small cove
over one of the two brooks, and when he
awoke from his virtuous SlumberS katEern's
ewes were upon him, and kalhlcen's form
| filled the narrow entrance TO his private
apartments. That Is so like girl in love,
isn't it. What did he do with il: He
quietly but foIcibly tumDled her into the
lake below, where she sank forever; and
then the SAINTS heart relcnted, and he
prayed that no one might suffer so horr-
BILE fate in that lake again. The conse.
quenCe is that you can't drown there if you
want to ever so much. am assured of this
fact; for not very long ago foolish boy
| whose sweetheart was rude to him TIRE"
| himself into the water and floated about like
| cork. It's fact {; there be those who saw
him bobbing up and down in the rippIts, and
try ing bis best to dive: but be might aS we'll
have hoped to smother ia an asDhaltum side.
walk fact, bis chances would have been
better of hot day. There are plenty Of
people who climb into st. kevin's bed, a.
this small cave is called. Sir Walter Scott
aud Loc6hart, his son-in-law, have crept
into it; so has Lady Morgan aud II thousand
others. Tom Moore is 10 blame for all this.
He has set Ireland to music, and nOta spot in
her of beauty or Of interest but Tom has
chimed his silvery coupletS so dainlily that
bis words come TO your lips the very mOmcnt
the subject of his darling melodies heareS in
sight.
Glcndaloush, the gloomy wave
Soon was gentle Kathlecn's grave.
That is one of them, You know and when
I followed "lrish Pat" lank lad with the
brogue dripping from his tongue, he gave re-
citals under every bougb, and it was ever Il
verse Of Toms, and none other
Ia. that lake whose gloomy shore
SSylark never ,oabtteS DER,
Said Pat, though he meant MARBLE. with az
audible ar: and then Pat paused close
against the wall Of one of the Seven
Churches, and in 4 neglected and un-
weeded cemetery, where such stones as
were not originally laid on their backs
had long ago fallen on their face. Pat
| took a small rock INFO his hand and tossed
it into q Sunken grave over against the
wall. "There lies the best guide ever
W8s in Ireland,,5 said he: "Apd whom