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least that it was intended to receive such. The cross is 

 thirteen feet high, and three feet eight inches across the 

 arms, and contains some scriptural subjects cut in relief, but 

 in no case representing life did the Irish artists achieve per- 

 fection, or an3rthing approaching it — ^that was reserved for 

 a son of the nineteenth century, in the person of John Foley, 

 The '' Annals of the Four Masters " states that in 871 a.d., the 

 lord of Carbury (a barony of Sligo) died, and was buried under 

 " the hazel cross of Drumclifif." 



The remnant of the round tower is interesting. It is 

 only forty feet high, but may at one time have reached an 

 altitude of one hundred feet. A time-honoured legend clings 

 to this old tower — that when the wisest man passes it will 

 fall on him and kill him. It is worth recording that all our 

 party got safely past it. It is also worthy of mention that 

 these monuments of the dawn of early Christianity all bear 

 evidence of kindly care and protection in their old age. We 

 wish we could say the same of all the other sacred stones of 

 Ireland. 



Passing on from here, we made for our rendezvous at the 

 old fortified mansion (now a ruin) of Ardtermon — once the 

 home of the Gore-Booth family. Fortified mansions were by 

 no means uncommon in Ireland, and some of them remain 

 as occupied dwellings to the present day. I believe I am 

 correct in saying that the Waring's house at Waringstown, 

 Co. Down, is one of these; and that there is the ruin of one 

 at Whitehouse. The plan was simply to build with great 

 strength in the form of a rectangle, and throw out bastions 

 well loopholed so as to command all the exterior approaches, 

 and the outer faces of the walls. 



On our return journey a halt was called at Lissadill, the 

 seat of Sir Jossyln Gore-Booth, Bart., and a pleasant hour 

 or two was spent in the " veritable old-fashioned garden," 

 which called forth more rapturous praise and genuine admi- 

 ration than we ever heard bestowed on the prim attractions 

 of the " carpet " gardens of the cultured age we live in. 



Thursday, 14th July. — The morning proved rough, and 



