Tales and sketches, illustrating the character, usages, traditions, sports and pastimes of the Irish peasantry . g but one before—neither more nor less. I remember thedeath of the child myself, and the making of its coffin, but Ithink that the story of the supernatural carpenter was notheard in the village for some months after its interment. Frank had every appearance of a hypochondriac about the time I saw him, he might be about thirty-four years ofage, but I do not think, from the debility of his frame and infirmhealth, that he has been ahve for several years. He was anobject of cons
Tales and sketches, illustrating the character, usages, traditions, sports and pastimes of the Irish peasantry . g but one before—neither more nor less. I remember thedeath of the child myself, and the making of its coffin, but Ithink that the story of the supernatural carpenter was notheard in the village for some months after its interment. Frank had every appearance of a hypochondriac about the time I saw him, he might be about thirty-four years ofage, but I do not think, from the debility of his frame and infirmhealth, that he has been ahve for several years. He was anobject of considerable interest and curiosity, and often have Ibeen present when he was pointed out to strangers as theman that could see the good people. With respect to hissolution of the supernatural noise, that is easily accounted superstition of the coffin-making is a common one, and toa man like him, whose mind was familiar with it, the illnessof the child would naturally suggest the probabihty of itsdeath, which he immediately associated with the imagery andagents to be found in his unhappy malady. >. 4 C-^ A LEGEND OF KNOCKMANY. 1)7 A LEGEND OF KNOCKMANY. AYhat Irish man, woman, or child, has not heard of our re-nowned Hibernian Hercules, the great and glorious FinMCoul? Not one, from Cape Clear to the Giants Causeway,nor from that back again to Cape Clear. And by the way,speaking of the Giants Causeway brings me at once to thebeginning of my story. Well, it so happened that Fin and hisgigantic relatives were all working at the Causeway, in orderto make a bridge, or what was still better, a good stout pad-road, across to Scotland; when Fin, who was very fond of hiswife Oonagh, took it into his head that he would go home andsee how the poor woman got on in his absence. To be sure,Fin was a true Irishman, and so the sorrow thing in hfebrought liim back, only to see that she was snug and comfort-able, and, above all things, that she got her rest well at night;for he knew t
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