Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1888-10-27

sailed lazily as upon mountain-walled lake past
the far-famed GiAnt's causeway, and the stately
% t or t InS whole Su1 Of paI
until the weird and romantic Skerries were
reached And In the interests OF truth may the
shades OF magazine writer's forgive me for bit Of
healthy iconoclasm concerning this spot, which
has been written, illustrated and illuminated"
into one Of the worlds wonders. 1t Is not one
Only In q geologic sense can 1t be thus classed.
From end to another Of the entire pilared coast
there Is not lofty beight-tne Pieaskin alone
grand scenic formation. From the sea it has the
appearance OF dtngy honey-comb, set nat against
the water, its wsxy. dreary level top an abrupt
insult to throbhing Irish sky. have stumbled
for days about the crumbling bases OF the
LITTLE, MIDDLE, AND GRAND cAUsEwAYs;
loitered about the Giants Gateway and Loom;
tried to imagine with the fertile-brained guide
book makers the musical Giants seated at the
Giants organ; wandered up and down the Shep-
herds Path; fingered with fond nope of awed In
spiration In the Giants Amphitheater; endeavored
TO realize the appropriateness OF appelation In the
Giants Chimney Tops; wandered In tortuous ways
about the really nne (and that is ally Pleaskin;
skirmished with fmportunate guides; traversed
the mazes OF diplomacy with curio- peddlars; Qu-
gars; humbly paid awful penance for an instant 8
glimpse within hotels; realized the inevitable at
the hands OF instantaneous photographers who
jaws: and at last, leisurely and earnestly studied
the entire rock-palisaded shore, under the best
aSey IN saVaT a aers SEA- o ana nave no
OF Irish coast from Malin Head to Bantry Bay, and
from Cape Clear TO Bengore Head, that does not
and feature which, In scenic marvel charms the
eye thrills the heart, and exalts and exultS the
SOUL The Giants Causeway is simply and
ONLY GEOLOGICAL CURIOSITY;
presenting occasionally Interesting effects to the
eye, but never in a single instance inspiring the
mind Of one wholly in his right mind with awe
and wonder; any more than should many crystals
OF sand, many blades OF grass, or many cubes OF
coal Without It's mrth- prov oking legends OF Fin
Mac Coul and the rest OF the giants, it would be
TO all, save those who profit by IL with more saw
age pertlnacity than like bandit at Niagara, q
weary and dreary place indeed. And because OF
TINS needed, though perhaps unwelcome light on
dark place, In leaving 1t and the Skerres, as we
sail around the wilder North, let me sing as best
may one OF those whispered, sunny legends when
silent valleys OF the Inishowen hills:
In long ages ago. when the frs OF Sieve snaght
We're no bigger nor better than boilin' OF greens,
Had fali-Cut with all Of old scotia's shebeens.
An, he roared: Il would asily give the whole world
'ie wouldy" says the devil smoke he upwhiried
by my troth" says the King. as his eyes brighter
'Then its done!!" says Old Nick. Lave the world
For Yer sowi (sSe potesnD ye'n have oceans-the
Heaven bless for that an, we're welcome to boot"
"D'ye mind" says the EVIL One pointing towards
Those mountains beyond. hid in mists ever gray?
And heavens own dew tails by night and by day.
BY this token. IN smash those bold headlands 30
The great Causeway uprose in whisk, fairy made
With bound the KingGiant had gone from his side;
And Oid NICK (wno was ScotchO feeling shame for
Ever since stays home While the King in bis pride
With the byes on the heights, and with life ever
Sings: Luck to ye Nick wild my sowl in yer hide!
Id fair Doncgal's crags III brew aye my goteen!"
EDGAR L. WAkENAN.