. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . Where went they?--fanning the air with unseen wings, leaving thetrail of their brightness above the dark morass-—while in u moment,oblivious of the past, the cleft-crown of ifangcrton and the crags of theKeeks—mingled in dim obscurity Avith lingering clouds. The tini(^-lionoured arch of Mucross cast its shadow lightly ovr Cormacs new-madegrave, spanning it as with a blessing! It swelled beside his motlier,.stately tomb, marked ]»y a simple urn—recording, in compliance with liis A FAUiY TALK OF LOVE. 255 latest wish, the phiin iuscripti
. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . Where went they?--fanning the air with unseen wings, leaving thetrail of their brightness above the dark morass-—while in u moment,oblivious of the past, the cleft-crown of ifangcrton and the crags of theKeeks—mingled in dim obscurity Avith lingering clouds. The tini(^-lionoured arch of Mucross cast its shadow lightly ovr Cormacs new-madegrave, spanning it as with a blessing! It swelled beside his motlier,.stately tomb, marked ]»y a simple urn—recording, in compliance with liis A FAUiY TALK OF LOVE. 255 latest wish, the phiin iuscription that preserves his name. The Castleof Eoss and the Island of Inisfallen, faded in the vapours of the Lake,and the Eagles Nest mingled with the Toomies and Gleua! In brief time,they would resume their proper characters ; for morning moved noiselesslyand joyfully onward ; it had not yet darted a single beam into the thickets. that shaded the Dovecote liom the summers sun and the winters \\iud , but when it entered the long avenue of Patrician trees, that led to the stately mansion, it shone upon many scattered groups that were waiting, joyfully and hopefully, to welcome home the lord of Ard-Flesk. Against the green bench of the cottage, known to all who have thus far watched Evas footsteps in the pathways of life, reclined the form of an aged man; his arm was so placed that his head rested upon it, and his long white hair fell around his throat; his limbs were rather shrouded than clothed, so loosely did his garments hang upon them. Suddenly a bright light flashed upon his face—a lark, rising from the grass, warbled forth her matin song, beating the air in time to her own wild melody. Before this song commenced, the mans countenance had 256 MIDSUMMER EVE been troubled; the features disturbed; the lines of age and sufferingbroken by the tromulousness of a wandering yet tender nature. So aged,within a scor
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