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Account Of A Tour To Killarney, &C.
elapsed without our hearing any musical sound , we concluded he . had been guilty of disobedience ; but whilst admiring the romantic beauty of the scenery around us , we were suddenly surprized with music , more dulcet than can be conceived ; the report of our artillery was very loud , and afforded several pleasing reverberations . Passing the Islands of the Man of War and Kniht of Kerry on the left , and Fisher ' s
g Island on our right hand , by eleven o ' clock we entered the Upper Lake , at a narrow passage called Coleman ' s Eye . Our next stop was opposite the Purple Mountains , which are probably called so from their being covered with a species of heath of a dark purple colour . Here the echoes from the sound of French horns were exquisitelfineexceeding all we had before heardeither at
y , , Glena or the Eagle ' s Nest . Sometimes the sound died away in one p lace , and then immediately revived again in another , until traversing the four points of Heaven they encircled us with extatic harmony . The echoes and reverberations which several vollies from our cannon produced were also surprizing , for the East , the West , the North , and the South alternately produced thunder , at once correspondent and
awful ; but it is impossible for me to describe the different sensations which affected us in this place , because that which produced them exceeded every thing which the liveliest imagination can form , or the most descriptive language express . Pursuing our voyage , we came to McCarthy's Island , where we had also a very musical but distant echo . Ronayne's Island was the last we visited ; but , situated at the termination of the Upper Lakewe rowed round itand made a short stay at the
, , extent of a voyage that afforded us abundant pleasure . On our passage we had been entertained with the pleasing appearance of nature in different dresses , and of the variety of sound , it may be truly said , Echo is here no solitary maid , Who only haunts the close impervious shade , But every where the vocal Nymph is nigh
, To mock the noisy laugh , or sorter sigh ; Sometimes her answer comes by slow degrees , j Then quickly mounting , wantons in the breeze ; Now , scarcely heard , it creeps along the ground , Then rising , Earth and Air and Heaven resound .
On our return we went on shore both at Eagle and Oak Hand ; the latter is a good object to view at a distance , rising on a pretty base as if mechanically formed . About two o ' clock we arrived a second time at the Eagle ' s Nest , where the boatmen ' s imitating the Irish Funeral Cry afforded us considerable entertainment ; it was first echoed from the Eagle ' s majestic cliff above us ; and after a short silence ,
repeated as if upon a mountain at a great distance . 1 have now ( perhaps ) -mentioned a matter but little known in England , and therefore I shall briefly inform you , that the Irish Funeral Cry is a loud and deliberate utterance of the -word Pullilloo , which I do not find has any precise meaning , but is merely an exclamation of grief , as the interjection O ! is used in our language . The whole company attending a funeral join in the acclamation , which by a mix-
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Account Of A Tour To Killarney, &C.
elapsed without our hearing any musical sound , we concluded he . had been guilty of disobedience ; but whilst admiring the romantic beauty of the scenery around us , we were suddenly surprized with music , more dulcet than can be conceived ; the report of our artillery was very loud , and afforded several pleasing reverberations . Passing the Islands of the Man of War and Kniht of Kerry on the left , and Fisher ' s
g Island on our right hand , by eleven o ' clock we entered the Upper Lake , at a narrow passage called Coleman ' s Eye . Our next stop was opposite the Purple Mountains , which are probably called so from their being covered with a species of heath of a dark purple colour . Here the echoes from the sound of French horns were exquisitelfineexceeding all we had before heardeither at
y , , Glena or the Eagle ' s Nest . Sometimes the sound died away in one p lace , and then immediately revived again in another , until traversing the four points of Heaven they encircled us with extatic harmony . The echoes and reverberations which several vollies from our cannon produced were also surprizing , for the East , the West , the North , and the South alternately produced thunder , at once correspondent and
awful ; but it is impossible for me to describe the different sensations which affected us in this place , because that which produced them exceeded every thing which the liveliest imagination can form , or the most descriptive language express . Pursuing our voyage , we came to McCarthy's Island , where we had also a very musical but distant echo . Ronayne's Island was the last we visited ; but , situated at the termination of the Upper Lakewe rowed round itand made a short stay at the
, , extent of a voyage that afforded us abundant pleasure . On our passage we had been entertained with the pleasing appearance of nature in different dresses , and of the variety of sound , it may be truly said , Echo is here no solitary maid , Who only haunts the close impervious shade , But every where the vocal Nymph is nigh
, To mock the noisy laugh , or sorter sigh ; Sometimes her answer comes by slow degrees , j Then quickly mounting , wantons in the breeze ; Now , scarcely heard , it creeps along the ground , Then rising , Earth and Air and Heaven resound .
On our return we went on shore both at Eagle and Oak Hand ; the latter is a good object to view at a distance , rising on a pretty base as if mechanically formed . About two o ' clock we arrived a second time at the Eagle ' s Nest , where the boatmen ' s imitating the Irish Funeral Cry afforded us considerable entertainment ; it was first echoed from the Eagle ' s majestic cliff above us ; and after a short silence ,
repeated as if upon a mountain at a great distance . 1 have now ( perhaps ) -mentioned a matter but little known in England , and therefore I shall briefly inform you , that the Irish Funeral Cry is a loud and deliberate utterance of the -word Pullilloo , which I do not find has any precise meaning , but is merely an exclamation of grief , as the interjection O ! is used in our language . The whole company attending a funeral join in the acclamation , which by a mix-