asked him into her parlour and told him it was no fit life for a
fine young man to be a priest, always saying Mass for poor people,
and that he would have a right to give up his Latin and get married
to herself. He refused her offers and went back to his college. When
he was gone she went to the justice in great anger, and swore an
oath against him that he had seduced her and left her with child. He
was brought back for his trial, and he was in risk to be degraded
and hanged, when a man rode up on a horse and said it was himself
was the lover of the lady, and the father of her child.

Then they told me about an old man of eighty years, who is going to
spend the winter alone on Inishvickillaun, an island six miles from
this village. His son is making canoes and doing other carpenter's
jobs on this island, and the other children have scattered also;
but the old man refuses to leave the island he has spent his life
on, so they have left him with a goat, and a bag of flour and stack
of turf.

I have just been to the weaver's, looking at his loom and
appliances. The host took me down to his cottage over the brow of
the village, where some young men were finishing the skeleton of a
canoe; and we found his family crowded round a low table on green
stools with rope seats, finishing their dinner of potatoes. A little
later the old weaver, who looks pale and sickly compared with the
other islanders, took me into a sort of outhouse with a damp feeling
in the air, where his loom was set up. He showed me how it was
worked, and then brought out some pieces of stuff that he had woven.
At first I was puzzled by the fine brown colour of some of the
material; but they explained it was from selected wools of the
black or mottled sheep that are common here, and are so variegated