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rocks to a ruined bridge. Had he seen the 

 moon shining along it, the resemblance 

 would have been stronger. Hence the legend. 

 Had there been no such resemblance, there 

 would have been no such legend : had that 

 resemblance existed in this lake, the legend 

 would have been of a darker and gloomier 

 character." 



" This lake has its legends, I suppose?" 

 said the Captain. 



" Of course it has," said the Parson ; 

 " and of course they take their tone from its 

 scenery. I will tell you one that is peculiarly 

 characteristic ; it is called ■ the March of 

 the Dead Maguires.' The lake is, as you 

 see, of a rounder form than most lakes ; and 

 whether it is from that cause, or whether 

 there is anything peculiar in the shape of 

 the hills that surround it, I do not know, 

 but in certain winds there is a heavy roller of 

 a wave that runs along its shores, and looks 

 as if it were sweeping round and round the 

 lake, setting all the reeds and bulrushes in 

 motion, and dragging, as it were, the great 

 beds of lake-weed after it. 



" Now the legend is, that the great 

 Maguire, of whom I told you last night, 



