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Spread white at morn her snowy sail, 



Or wooed at eve the freshening gale, 



Where many ' an isle of beauty ' lay 



Clad in verdant full array : 



And o'er those waves from time unknown 



Th' enchantress fair 



Whose name they bear 



Hath reigned on her crystal throne : 

 * There her fleet chariot wheels of old 



Over the glassy waters rolled. 



And legends say the gentle maid, 



In robes of purest white array'd, 



And crowned with diadem of gold, 



Still reins abreast three coal-black steeds. 



Still on her car of triumph speeds, 



In royal pride and radiant sheen, 



Around her native valleys green, 



And skims o'er the blue tide's surface cold." 

 Our proposed visit to Inismore or Church Island had to 

 be abandoned, and as a result I can only briefly touch on it 

 here. I was, however, by the kindness of Colonel Wood- 

 Martin, able to visit the island before I left Sligo, and to 

 investigate and survey what remains of the ancient ecclesias- 

 tical settlement. I place the plan of the church on the screen, 

 as it is of interest in many ways, but especially on account of 

 its possessing a room for a library and a pair of " squints" — 

 a feature rarely found, but always insuring a large amount of 

 interest. This church suffered severely from fire in 1416, but 

 is now conserved under the Board of Works. The rest of the 

 day was spent on the shores where good work was done, and 

 after the usual cup of tea, the boats were again boarded, 

 and the wind being in our favour our voyage home was 

 quick, easy and pleasant. 



Nine o'clock on Friday morning, 15th July, saw all the 

 party once again well mounted and driving merrily along 

 the well-kept roads north of the town of Sligo, and we soon 

 approached the valley of Glencar, whose entrance seems to 



