White wings, a yachting romance . ^slope to the ruins of this solitary little chapel. There was an air of repose and silence about these crumbling. A SUNDAY IX FAR SOLITUDES. 227 walls and rusted gates that was in consonance with a habitationof the dead. And first of all, outside, we came upon an uprightlona-cross, elaborately carved with strange figures of men andbeasts. But inside the small building, lying prostrate among thegrass and weeds, there was a collection of those memorials thatwould have made an antiquarians heart leap for joy. It is to befeared that our guesses about the meaning o
White wings, a yachting romance . ^slope to the ruins of this solitary little chapel. There was an air of repose and silence about these crumbling. A SUNDAY IX FAR SOLITUDES. 227 walls and rusted gates that was in consonance with a habitationof the dead. And first of all, outside, we came upon an uprightlona-cross, elaborately carved with strange figures of men andbeasts. But inside the small building, lying prostrate among thegrass and weeds, there was a collection of those memorials thatwould have made an antiquarians heart leap for joy. It is to befeared that our guesses about the meaning of the emblems on thetombstones were of a crude and superficial character. Were theseIrish chiefs, those stone figures with the long sword and the harpbeside them ? Was the recurrent shamrock a national or relig-ious emblem ? And why was the efiigy of this ancient worthyaccompanied by a pair of pincers, an object that looked like atooth-comb, and a winged griffin ? Again, outside, but still with-in the sacred walls, we came upon still further tombs of warriors,most of them hidden among the long grass; and here and therewe tried to brush the w
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