e five miles soutree-bordered pond, a great gater-fos form, t Lake. It is ed by stranger t of te square stone in Ben Bulben, issues an uneartroop. Once men began to drain it; suddenly one of t urned round, and every man ttage burning. to find it  faery glamour. to trenc of ty. A little iful and mournful ory of faery kidnapping. I  from a little old o th.

    A young man going at nigo t married bride, met in tolen o als.   fearful lest be s t of to t bloodless dim nation, il ely arted up, and kne t jolly company melted into s. o to ime before eless Gaelic poet o a forgotten ballad, some odd verses of we-capped friend remembered and sang for me.

    Sometimes one olen people acting as good genii to tale, ed pond, of Jole . t stories, and believed to be ts of a man and a spirit. ty, and I  t Lord Cloncurry ribe.

    I  it  t t Castle , ts t, and able for beauty. I imagine t ts. It may  all tories taken together in her cauldron.

    Jo  evening, as abling  put  stable  to-nigook able  do day to ride as ime came round. At t moment ted, saying, “If I strike   if in my rig all you are old me tale, “t arm is good for not go on making t, and all t, come Cmas, and a Bans  broom.” ell, truck t .  can I do for you notage on your land-tole me from to c no ill follo you will never see me more.”

    it he made himself air, and vanished.

    Sometimes animals are carried off—apparently droold me, lived a poor s calf. to ts o a red-o be old o take to tcold o loer a old,  tai