When it has brought the balm,
Of the applauding palm,
She shares it with the supers, and
She gives the chill to thee!
[THE GIRL OF CASTLEBAR]
T HE sun was setting in a gloam of purple and gold, as I basked in the grass on the Staball hill one autumn evening, the stirring tuck of the tattoo rolled up the slope from the adjacent barracks; it affected me like a tonic, my blood circulated quicker, the spirit of an amateur ghostly seer took possession of me! I felt as one inspired.