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save for a white girdling loin-cloth hanging in folds 

 and golden at the edges ; His wounded side 

 ensanguined, as also where the cruel nails are driven 

 into separated feet and hands. On one side there 

 is a figure of the Yigin Mother in light-blue robes 

 and pale-green hood golden at the edges, hands 

 crossed ; a fair, most lovely face looking out of the 

 hood. On the other side that disciple whom Jesus 

 loved, in chocolate-and-green robes gilt at the 

 edges, his hands clasped, head uncovered and 

 turned towards the cross, but looking down in deep 

 reflection and dejection; an aureola at the head of 

 both figures. I never saw anything more touching. 



The same afternoon, having a letter of introduction 

 to Archdeacon Wynne, I called upon him ; and, at 

 the end of a very pleasant interview, he recommended 

 me to see Courtenay, the great, authority upon fish- 

 ing matters in Killarney. I did so, and was quite 

 discouraged to learn that, although there was plenty 

 of good fishing in the lakes or neighbourhood, there 

 was not much available dry-fly fishyig pure and 

 simple, to suit my fastidious tastes, that he thought 

 it worth my while to stay for, but he strongly 

 advised me to go on to Killaloe, a long way off. 



On the morning of the 4th I went with a party 

 on an Irish car to some of the lake views, but half 

 way down the mountains were swathed in clouds,, 

 and a mist was rising at their bases ; thus all 



