Part 24 (1/2)

It is said that there were two quite different kinds of people in Ireland: one set of people with long dark hair and dark eyes, called Foolden bronze when they fought--and another race of people ere golden-haired and blue-eyed, and who carried short, blunt, heavy spears of dull reat chieftain as also a kind of high priest, as called the Dagda And this Dagda had a wonderful hty in size, old and jewels; and it had wonderful da could call out When the ic harp and sweep his hand across the strings, and a war song would ring out which would make every warrior buckle on his arht!” Then, when the da would take his harp and strike a few chords, and as the ot his weariness and the sht of the honor he had won, and of the comrade who had died beside hi would swell out louder, and every warrior would re; and each reat tables his cup in his hand, and shout ”Long live the King!”

There caolden-haired reat battle, while the Dagda's hall was not so well guarded as usual, soreat harp fro, and fled aith it

Their wives and children and some few of their soldiers ith theht, until they were a long way froht they were safe, and they turned aside into a vacant castle, by the road, and sat down to a banquet, hanging the stolen harp on the wall

The Dagda, with two or three of his warriors, had followed hard on their track And while they were in the , the door was suddenly burst open, and the Dagda stood there, with histo their feet, but before any of theda called out to his harp on the wall, ”Conized itsthrough the hall, sweeping aside and killing theto its da took his harp and swept his hand across the strings in three great, soleic Music of Tears As the wailing harmony smote upon the air, the women of the Fo men turned their faces aside, and the little children sobbed

Again the Dagda touched the strings, and this tiic Music of Mirth leaped fro warriors of the Fohed till the cups fell frorasp, and the spears dropped from their hands, while the wine flowed frohed until their lida touched his harp, but very, very softly And now a music stole forth as soft as dreaic Music of Sleep When they heard that, gently, gently, the Fomorian women bowed their heads in slumber; the little children crept to theirwarriors drooped in their seats and closed their eyes: one after another all the Fomorians sank into sleep

When they were all deep in sluolden-haired warriors stole softly away, and caain

THE TAILOR AND THE THREE BEASTS[1]

[1] Frolas Hyde (David Nutt, London)

There was once a tailor in Galway, and he started out on a journey to go to the king's court at Dublin

He had not gone far till he met a white horse, and he saluted him

”God save you,” said the tailor

”God save you,” said the horse ”Where are you going?”

”I a to Dublin,” said the tailor, ”to build a court for the king and to get a lady for a wife, if I ahter and a great lot of money to any one who should be able to build up his court The trouble was, that three giants lived in the wood near the court, and every night they came out of the wood and thren all that was built by day So nobody could get the court built

”Would you o a-hiding whenever the people are for bringing me to the mill or the kiln, so that they won't seework for them”

”I'll do that, indeed,” said the tailor, ”and welcoht his spade and shovel, and he o down into it till he would see if it would fit him The white horse went down into the hole, but when he tried to coain, he was not able

”Make a place for me now,” said the white horse, ”by which I'll cory”

”I will not,” said the tailor; ”remain where you are until I come back, and I'll lift you up”

The tailor went forward next day, and the fox met him

”God save you,” said the fox

”God save you,” said the tailor

”Where are you going,” said the fox

”I' to Dublin, to try will I be able to ”