Harding, the Englishman I saw awaiting his trial yesterday, became bail for Lloyd.
In the afternoon we took a delightful walk to Killone Abbey, a pile of monastic ruins on a lovely site near a very picturesque lake.

The ruins have been used as a quarry by all the country, and are now by no means extensive.

But the precincts are used as a graveyard, not only by the people of Ennis, but by the farmers and villagers for many miles around.
Nothing can be imagined more painful than the appearance of these precincts.

The graves are, for the most part, shallow, and closely huddled together.

The cemetery, in truth, is a ghastly slum, a "tenement-house" of the dead.