Incidentally a group of persons huddled together in a far corner rose out of the dim light, and flapping huge wings, flew over my head and out of the window above the altar.

This I took to be the Flight of the Earls, and the terror of it awoke me.

Whatever my parish duties may be in the future, at least they cannot be any more dreadful and disorderly than the dream." "I don't know which is more to blame, the seed that I sowed, or the soil on which it fell," said Salemina, laughing heartily at Francesca's whimsical nightmares; "but as I said, this is an anniversary.

The famous battle of Clontarf was fought here in Dublin on this very day eight hundred years ago, and Brian Boru routed the Danes in what was the last struggle between Christianity and heathenism.

The greatest slaughter took place on the streets along which we drove yesterday from Ballybough Bridge to the Four Courts.