gh the breadth of the ocean say's betune us. More power to your
elbow! May your life be aisy, and may the heavens be your bed!

Penelope O'Connor Beresford.

Part Third--Ulster.

Chapter XVII. The Glens of Antrim.

'Silent, O Moyle, [*] be the roar of thy water;
Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose;
While murmuring mournfully, Lir's lovely daughter
Tells to the night-star her tale of woes.'
Thomas Moore.

* The sea between Erin and Alban (Ireland and Scotland) was
called in the olden time the Sea of Moyle, from the Moyle,
or Mull, of Cantire.

Sorley Boy Hotel,

Glens of Antrim.

We are here for a week, in the neighbourhood of Cushendun, just to see
a bit of the north-eastern corner of Erin, where, at the end of
the nineteenth century, as at the beginning of the seventeenth, the
population is almost exclusively Catholic and Celtic. The Gaelic
Sorley Boy is, in Irish state papers, Carolus Flavus--yellow-haired
Charles--the most famous of the Macdonnell fighters; the one who, when
recognised by Elizabeth as Lord of the Route, and given a patent for his
estates, burned the document before his retainers, swearing that
what had been won by the sword should never be held by the sheepskin.
Cushendun was one of the places in our literary pilgrimage, because of
its association with that charming Irish poetess and good glenswoman who
calls herself 'Moira O'Neill.'

This country of the Glens, east of the river Bann, escaped 'plantation,'
and that accounts for its Celtic character. When the grand Ulster
chieftains, the O'Donnells and the O'Neills of Donegal, went under, the
third great house of Ulster, the 'Macdonnells of the Isles,' was more
fortunate, and, thanks to its Scots blood, found favour with James I.
It was a Macdonnell who was created first Earl of Antrim, and given a
'grant of the Glens and the Route, from the Curran of Larne to the Cutts
of Coleraine.' Ballycastle is our nearest large town, and its great days
were all under the Macdonnells, where, in the Franciscan abbey across
the bay, it is said the ground 'literally heaves with Clandonnell dust.'
Here are buried those of the clan who perished at the hands of Shane
O'Neill--Shane the Proud, who signed himself 'Myself O'Neill,' and who
has been called 'the