which is supposed to be Connor, then the regal palace of the O'Neills." Tura" is our Carrickfergus; "Carmona," our Carnmony; "The Heath of Lena," is that range of mountains that runs from the Cave-hill in a south-west direction, and after running as far as the western boundary of that beautiful valley through which the river Lagan flows, declines above Lough Neagh, near Crumlin; "The Misty Cromleagh" is supposed to be the Cave-hill itself; "The Reedy Lego," the river Lagan; "The Lake of Roes," Lough Neagh; "Labar's Gleaming Stream," the Six-mile Water; and the little streamlet, now known by the name of the Kells Water, near whose banks the Marquis of Donegall has erected the beautiful villa, called Fisherwick Lodge, was Ossian's "Lavath, rolling through the still vale of Deer."-(Data of the Map-Ossian's Poems.)

That our renowned hero and matchless bard were Irishmen, we can have very little doubt, if we believe our native historians, some of whom are as well entitled to belief as any other country's chroniclers who write on subjects connected with so dark and so distant a period, and none more to be credited than the pious and learned Doctor Keating, to whom I am indebted for almost all the infor

mation on the subject of this note.

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NOTE 5, PAGE 94, STANZA XIV.

Majestic mount-whose beauty, size and shape,
Resemble the famed Table of the Cape!

LURGEDON is said, by many who have seen them, to bear a strong resemblance to the table mountain at the Cape of Good Hope: but I believe my love for it can only account for the poetic license I have taken, in making it equal to the table mountain in size, as I have been informed that it is scarcely more than a miniature of its prototype.

NOTE 6, PAGE 97, STANZA XX.

And thought I heard the hermit's angry prayer,
That nought should live that ever enter'd there.

It is a very remarkable circumstance, and a positive fact, that there are no fish in any of the rivers in the parish of Ardclinus, which extends along the Shore in a narrow stripe, from the village of Carnalough up one side of Glenarriff. This is attributed to many causes; and in this, as in almost all other similar and extraordinary instances, the lower classes of my countrymen, who possess a fertile imagination to a very considerable degree, are ever ready, with some marvellous or monkish tale, to account for the strangest and most uncommon circumstances.

They

therefore account for this phenomenon by the following legend :

A hermit, who resided in a cell of an old monastery, (the remains of which are still to be seen in the middle of an old burying ground, between Ardclinus Bridge and the point of Garron, close to the sea shore,) was in the daily habit of wandering by these mountain streams in the exercise of his devotions, which were frequently disturbed by boys who resorted there to fish; this was a constant source of annoyance to the anchorite, who, in order to get rid of it, and enjoy the luxury of his solitude, at length cursed all the rivers in the parish, and the effect was, that no fish have ever since been seen in any of them. This I heard from many of the people, who believe it implicitly. Others think it owing to the waters being strongly impregnated with mineral substances, destructive to animal life. But I believe the chief cause arises from the beds of these streams being very precipitous, abounding with steep and perpendicular falls, which present impassible barriers to the fish getting up, and in summer their being perfectly dry.

NOTE 7, PAGE 97, STANZA XXI.

Here it rolls on its wild impetuous course,
'Till check'd a moment by proud Esna's head.

THIS waterfall, which is known by the name of Esna Croube, which means the "Crooked Leap," is not the first check the river meets in its course from the mountains; it is the first, however, the explorers of the beauties of Glenarriff meet after leaving the road, going up the left branch of the river. There are many others also higher up the river, each possessing its own peculiar beauty, but Esna Croube is by far the most picturesque and beautiful of them all. There is one at the extreme end of the glen, over which the river tumbles from the mountains; and from the savage grandeur that characterizes it, and the contrast it forms to its lower and more highly favoured neighbours, but particularly if viewed in a mountain torrent, cannot fail to strike its beholders with awe and delight, with its wild and rude magnificence.

I have seen precipitated over its height, (which is about eighty feet,) upwards of sixty hogsheads of water in a minute. I have also viewed it under two other influences, frost and drought, which I have attempted to describe in the 25th, 26th, 27th, and 28th Stanzas of this Canto.

The whole of this glen is magnificent; but all above the upper bridge, (the townland is called Clough Corr, the property of Conway Dobbs, Esq.,) presents a scene truly romantic and beautiful.

NOTE 8, PAGE 101, STANZA XXIX.

O'er beds of jasper, porphyry, whin and loam.

THROUGH different parts of this country rich veins of porphyry are to be found. The mountain of Lurgedon is based on a bed of the same beautiful material, of various colours. The Ballyemon river, in many places, runs over beds of porphyry, between a reddish and a purplish colour; and in the romantic vale of Glenarriff, porphyry is to be met with containing veins of jasper. The beautiful bathing lodge of the Honourable Major-General O'Neill, at Cushendun, stands on a bed of mica slate, beautifully diversified with rich veins of dark red porphyry, strongly mixed with jasper, and other curious and brilliant specimens of crystallization.