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At the period of which we are writing, Father the great Earl of Tyrone-occupying the distinguished Mooney was Provincial of the Irish Franciscans, and place of page to the Infante in the court of Albert and Father Parcell taught belles lettres, philosophy, and Isabella at Brussels. Gratitude for benefits conferred theology to the small community, the first of whom had on the Irish Franciscans by the ancestors of those fallen been admitted to the noviciate in the year 1607. Next chieftains, nay, and the remembrance of the protection to his desire of beholding a spacious monastery erected which the latter extended to the Order during the reign for the Irish Franciscans in the old Flemish city, of Elizabeth, were of themselves sufficient motives for Father Mooney had nothing so much at heart as to leaving a lasting record of both-a record, too, which leave behind him a history of the houses of his own in all likelihood might advance the interests of the order in Ireland; but although thoroughly acquainted exiled nobles in the homes of their adoption, and secure with the annals that chronicled their foundation, and for them the esteem and veneration of their compahaving been a personal witness of the terrible calamities triots, should Heaven (ah! the delusive hope !) ever that befel most of them, he nevertheless felt himself in- restore them to their forfeited domains. competent to write anything like a succinct narrative of Influenced by such motives, Father Mooney spent their rise and fall. A history of the Irish Franciscan the greater part of the year 1608 visiting the various monasteries should be written in Latin, and Mooney's monasteries of his order in Ireland, collecting, as we imperfect knowledge of that language deterred him from have already observed, every waif and stray that related undertaking such a task. A man, the greater part to their early history, carefully treasuring the legends of whose early life had been spent amung kerne and pertaining to each of them; and what is still of greater galloglass, bivouacking in the glens of Aharlow, driving interest to us, faithfully chronicling the vicissitudes of preys, and making fierce inroads on the bawns of the those venerable institutions after the friars, or, as the English, when they were wresting the fair valleys of annalists term them, “the sons of life,” had been Munster from the followers of Desmond, had little time, obliged to emigrate and seek shelter either in the unfre. and perhaps less inclination, for the study of Thucy-quented glens of their own land, or in the hospitable dides or Tacitus. Nevertheless, from the moment he had asylums which were thrown open to them on the Conrenounced sparth and matchlock, and taken the cowl in tinent. Donegal, his mind was constantly set upon his cherished The memorabilia which he had thus gleaned and project, and be resolved to collect every available frag- rescued from oblivion needed some careful hand to give ment of the history of the Irish Franciscan monasteries, them shape and order; and to the end that such a work trusting that he might one day meet some member of might deserve a place in the library of the Irish convent his Order able to digest and fashion them into a readable of St. Antony at Louvain, then fast approaching comand interesting memoir.

pletion, Father Purcell, in obedience to his superior, This laudable ambition was stimulated by other con- undertook the task of digesting the valuable papers siderations. The great families of O'Neill and O'Donnell which were committed to his charge, and translating had long been the benefactors of the Irish Franciscans them into Latin. On the evening we have already in Ulster, nay, founders of their monasteries, and pro- specified, the two friars were seated together poring tectors of their Order at a time when English law pro- over the pages which Father Purcell had just then perscribed their very existence, and decreed the dissolution fected, and no sooner did Mooney's clear grey eye light of their time-honoured institutions.

During the entire upon the word “Donegal,” than the tears streamed hot of that war which those two princes waged against and fast down his channelled cheeks, and then, after a Elizabeth, and which did not terminate till the crown- moment's pause, he turned to his companion and said : ing victory at Kinsale, Father Mooney passed much “ Dear brother, read for me the history of that monasof his time in the camps of the chieftains, ministering tery I loved so well, aye, and that I love still, though to the wounded and dying on many a well-fought field, it is now a lonely, rifted ruin. From time to time you where their valour stemmed for a while the tide of

must refresh my memory out of the pages which owe English conquest. In fact, he witnessed all their fitful so much to your graceful Latinity; but mind that you triumphs on the Blackwater, in Tyrone, as well as in the read slowly, for my comprehension is growing dull, and, passes of the Curlew mountains in Connaught, and he -if you can,—without that Italian pronunciation, to finally beheld the French brigantine sailing away from which these aged ears are but ill accustomed.” Lough Swilly, freighted with the chief families of the Fatber Purcell crossed his arms on his breast, bowed old Celtic nobility, whose banishment and ruin involved reverently to his superior, and then opening the volume that of his entire Order. At the time when he con. at the place indicated, read in the original Latin, (of ceived the idea of writing a history of the Franciscan which we give a faithful version) the following history monasteries in Ireland, most of those chieftains were of the monastery of Donegal:lying in their foreign graves, one, the greatest of It was in the year 1474, when the Franciscans them all, in Valladolid, and the others in the crypts of were holding a provincial chapter in the monastery of the Janiculum at Rome; but their representatives Rosriel,* that Nuala O'Connor, daughter of O'Connor were still living on the precarious bounty of the Spanish Faily, one of the most potent of the Lagenian princes, government, some serving in the armies and fleets of that Power, and one in particular-Bernard, the son of

* Near Tuam.

and wife of Hugh Roe O'Donnell, came accompanied by a brilliant following of high - born ladies, and a goodly escort of kerne and galloglass, to present an humble memorial to the assembled fathers. When the latter had duly considered the prayer of the Lady Nuala's memorial, they deputed the Provincial to inform her that they could not comply with her request at that moment, but that at some future time they would cheerfully send a colony of Franciscans to the principality of Tirconnell. “What!” replied the princess, sorely pained by the refusal, “I have j vurneyed fully a hundred miles to accomplish the object that has long been dearest 10 my heart, and will you now venture to spurn my prayer ? If you do, beware of God's wrath; for I will app:al to his throne, and charge you with the loss of all the souls, which your reluctance may cause to perish in the territory of Tirconnell !” Earnest and energetic was the lady's pleading; so much so, indeed, that she ultimately overcame the hesitation of the friars, some of whom professed themselves ready to accompany her to Tirconnell

. Proud of her success, the Lady Nuala then set out on her journcy homewards, followed by a goodly number of Franciscans, who, when they arrived in the barony of Tir-Hugh, immediately commenced building the farfamed monastery at the bead of the lovely bay of Donegal. Indeed the site was happily chosen, and nothing could excel the beauty of the prospect which it commanded. Hard by the windows of the refectory was the wharf, where foreign ships took in their cargoes of hides, fish, wool, linen cloth and falding; and there, too, came the galleons of Spain, laden with wine in exchange for the merchandise which the Lords of Tirconnell sent annually to the Brabant marts, then the great emporiums for the north of Europe. In sooth it was a lovely site, and sweetly suggestive of boly meditations. In the calm days of summer, when the broad expanse of the estuary lay still and unruffled, mirroring in its blue depths the over-canopying heaven, was it not a fair image of the unbroken tranquillity and peace to which the hearts of the recluses aspired? And in the gloomy winter nights, when the great crested waves rolled iu majestic fury against the granitic headlands, would not the driving storm, wreck, and unavailing ery of drowning mariners remind the inmate of that monastery that he had chosen the safer part by abandoning a world where the tempest of the passions wreaks destruction far more appalling! But the Lady Nuala died before the building was finished, and good reason had the friars to cherish lasting remembrance of her piety and munificence. Her remains were interred in a vault which her widowed lord caused to be constructed almost under the grand altar, and he also determined that thenceforth his entire posterity should repose in the same crypt.

In the course of that year (1474), Hugh Roe O'Donnell took to his second wife, Fingalla, daughter of Conor O'Brien, king of Thomond; and this lady, emulating the virtues of her predecessor, spared no pains in forwarding the work, till at length she saw the monastery, with its church, cloisters, chapter-house, refectory, library, and other appurtenances, entirely completed.

The dedication of the sacred edifice took place in the same year, and a more solemn spectacle was never before witnessed in Tir-Hugh, nay not even in the days of blessed Columba—that greatest of all church-builders. The munificence of O'Donnell and his wife Fingalla to our friars was unbounded; for not satisfied with presenting rich altar furniture to the church, they also bestowed some cantreds of fertile glebe on the monastery, and, furthermore, gave the friars a perpetual right to fish for salmon, nay, and authorised them to build a weir just where the Esk empties its silvery waters into the bay. This was matter of great convenience to the monastery during the Lenten and other fasts which the rule of St. Francis prescribes; and indeed so much did salmon abound in the waters of the bay, that I myself, in the time of my noviciate, have often seen the friars taking, right under the windows of the infirmary, multitudes of this delicious fish at one haul of the net.

In the year 1505, Hugh O'Donnell, who at the instance of his first and second wife, conferred so many benefits on the Franciscans of Donegal, died in the castle which he had erected within bow-shot of the monastery, and was buried with great solemnity in the sepulchre that he caused to be built for his last restingplace. After his demise the lordship of Tirconnell devolved on his son, Hugh Oge, who was duly inaugurated at Kilmacrenan. As soon as his mother saw him in undisputed possession of his rights, she abandoned all the pomp and state of a princess, and caused a small residence to be erected for her near the monastery, and there passed the remainder of her days in prayer, almsgiving, and penitential austerities, till she was finally laid in the same tomb with her husband. He, indeed, was a full moon of hospitality, and during his reign such was the security for life and property in all the borders of Tirconnell, that the people only closed their doors to keep out the wind !

In the person of his successor the Donegal monastery had a faithful friend and zealous patron, who desired nothing so much as to have the vacancies caused by the decease of its early colonists, most of whom came from Connaught, filled up by natives of his own principality. And, indeed, his wish was ultimately realised, nor was it long till he saw a community of forty Franciscans, mostly his own native - born subjects, domiciled in Donegal

In 1510 this Hugh Oge set out on a pilgrimage to Rome, where he spent two years, and on his way back to Ireland tarried sixteen weeks at the court of Henry VIII., who received bim as an independent potentate. The career of this prince was singularly fortunate; for during his reign the seasons, and the sea itself, were favourable to the people of Tirconnell. As for the Franciscans, he was their constant benefactor, so much 80, that when a general chapter of the Order met in the monastery of Donegal, be generously supplied that large assemblage with food and Spanish wines. Always triumphant in the field, he achieved the still grander victory over self, by taking the habit of St. Francis in

our monastery where he died and was buried in 1537. Two and twenty years previous to that period, Menelaus Mac Carmagan, Bishop of Raphoe, took our habit, and was buried in the same monastery ; and in the year 1550, Rory O'Donnell, Bishop of Derry, feeling death approach, requested to be clothed in our coarse serge, and ordered that his remains should be laid in our cloister. Nor was it as å resting-place after their earthly race was run that the great and high-born desired our peaceful solitude : far otherwise indeed, for many a valiant chieftain, tired of life's transient glories, and many a poble of the oldest lineage, famed in bardic lay or chronicled in history, severing every tie that bound him to the world, came to Donegal, and there cast away sword, scutcheon, and all worldly vanities, for our poor habit and holy conversation. Long before the great emperor Charles abdicated an empire for the solitude of St. Just, princes of Conal Gulban's line might be seen in the cluistered shades of Donegal, enjoying that peace which nor he nor they could ever find in mundane glories.

Iudeed during the one hundred and twenty seven years of its existence, no house of our Order, at home or abroad, could boast of men more distinguished for their virtues. But to anticipate all accidents of time, and rescue from oblivion the memory of one of our brotherhood whose wonderful sanctity shed lustre on the monastery of Donegal, I deem it my duty to record in these pages what I have learned of him from the lips of those who were living witnesses of his holy life; for, indeed, he was singularly blessed with the gift of miracles.

Father Bernard Gray,-surnamed “Pauper,” from lis unparalleled love of holy poverty—was a native of the ancient city of Clogher, where his opulent parents bestowed sedulous pains on his early education. Even from his infancy the child was the admiration of all who came in contact with him, and as he grew up, his virtues were the theme of every tongue. Arrived at man's estate, a powerful chieftain of Fermanagh offered liim the hand, heart, and wide domaius of his fair daughter; but the proposal was hardly made when Bernard disappeared from the scene of his childhood, and entered on bis noviciate in the monastery of Donegal. During the entire of the probationary period his whole life was a practical com nentary on the rules of our saiuted founder, whose self-denial, and above all, love of poverty, were the constant subjects of his meditations. After completing his studies, and receiv. iug the order of priesthood, Father Bernard's eminent virtues shone out, if possible, still more conspicuously, his love of retirement and total seclusion from the world, potwithstanding. Faithful in the discharge of all the monastic duties--always the first in the choir, when the midnight bell called the friars from their hard pallets, and glorying in the coarse habit for which he had cheerfully exchanged purple and fine linen; he, to all appearances, seemed to have inherited the glowing fervoar, and profound humility for which holy Francis was celebrated during his mortal term.

The fame of this man's sanctity and wisdom soon

sped beyond the borders of Tirconnell, and reached the ears of Gerald, Earl of Kildare, who was then lorddeputy.* Desirous of ascertaining what credit he should give to the marvellous anecdotes related of Father Bernard, the earl summoned him to Drogheda to preach in the presence of his entire court. Bernard obeyed; and so charmed was Kildare with his eloquence and piety, that he not only invited him to dine at his table, but gave him precedence of all his nobles. After dinner, Kildare requested him to entertain the company by narrating some passages in the life of St. Francis, and proving, at the same time, that God had bestowed the choicest privileges on this holy personage. Bernard did as he was told, and when he came to speak of the singular privileges with which God invested our holy founder, he pithily remarked : “Were there no evidence of the transcendent honour with which the Lord has crowned blessed Francis, I think that what you have witnessed here to-day should be amply sufficient. Surely, my lord, when you treat with such deference a man wearing this poor habit, nay, and give him precedence of all your nobles, it must be manifest that God has exalted St. Francis to the highest place in the heavenly court." “I agree with you,” replied the earl; "and I now proclaim to this noble company that you have read my inmost thoughts. I summoned you hither in order to test you in person, and when I gave you the most distinguished place at my board, I was actually thinking of the honour with which your holy founder has been received at the banquet of the heavenly court. I am now convinced that you are a special favourite of the Most High.” Next day the earl craved his blessing, and dismissed him with many presents for the convent of Donegal.

As a complete narrative of the miracles wrought through the instrumentality of Father Bernard would till many a goodly page, I will mention only a few of them here. One night in Lent, when it was his turn to serve the brethren at supper, the guardian playfully remarked that the fish was very bad, and that the salmon seemed to have deserted the weir which prince O'Donnell built for the benefit of our community. “The Cistertians of Ashro,'t said the guardian, “ have salmon in abundance, and surely the Esk was ever fishful a river as Saimers of the blue streams. How comes it, then, Father Bernard, that we take no salmon in our weir?” “I know not,' replied the latter. "Well, then,” continued the guardian, “I command you to bless the weir in the name of him, at whose word Simon's net was filled with fish till the meshes snapped asunder in the Lough of Genesareth. I know that you are a special instrument in the Almighty's hands; do then as I tell you." Bernard obeyed, and thenceforth the weir of our monastery never more lacked abundance of salmon and trout. On another

* A.D. 1532.

† Ballyshannon, where the O'Cananans founded the Cistertian monastery in 1184.

| The old name of the Erne, which falls into the sea a short distance below Ballyshannon.

occasion a creaght,* who used to receive alms for our wherewithal to tempt the cupidity of the sacrilegious, monastery, came to tell him that a fatal distemper were such to be found among the clansmen of Tyrone was destroying his sheep and cows. Bernard pitied or Tirconnell. Quite the contrary; for many years afterthe poor man, and gave him a vessel of water which wards, when I was sacristan, no monastery in the land he had blessed, telling him to sprinkle his flocks with could make a goodlier show of gold and silver than it in the name of the Trinity. “ Avoid,” said he, ours. During the time I held that office I had in my “the spells and incantations of wicked people calling custody forty suits of vestments, many of them of cloth themselves fairy-men, but recite the credo and an- of gold and silver—3ome interwoven and brocaded with gelic salutation." The creaght hastened home, did gold—the remainder silk. We had also sixteen silver as he was directed, and lo! his sheep recovered, and chalices, all of which, two excepted, were washed with his cows, ever afterwards, gave more than the usual gold; nor should I forget two splendid ciboria inlaid with quantity of milk. In gratitude to God and Father

precious stones, and every other requisite for the altars. Bernard, the man erected a mound of stones on the This rich furniture was the gist of the princes of Tir. summit of Drombearr,† to commemorate such signal connell, and, as I said before, no matter what preys mercy, and even to this day that mound is called the Tironians might lift off O'Donnell's lands, there Brian's Cairn.

was no one impious enough to desecrate or spoil oor Singularly remarkable were the circumstances of sacred treasure. We fed the poor, comforted them this holy man's death; for when worn down by in their sorrows, educated the scions of the princely penitential austerities, Heaven forewarned him of the house to whom we owed everything; chronicled the very hour of his dissolution. One evening, after ves- achievements of their race, prayed for the souls of our pers, the friars hastened to the infirmary, for they knew founders and benefactors, chanted the divine offices day that he was in his last agony, and when they knelt round and night with great solemnity, and while thus en. his poor pallet, after the supper-bell had rung, he raised gaged, the tide of war swept haruless by our hallowed himself up, and told them to go to the refectory. “Go, walls. go,” said he," for my soul shall leave earth to-night, But it was not heaven's will that our peaceful domiin company with that of the chanter of Armagh Cathe- cile should always be exempted from outrage and invadral.” The friars obeyed his command, and on their sion, for, alas, the mad dissensions of the native princes return they found him kneeling, though dead, his sight-precipitated their own ruin, which involved ours. The less eyeballs turned heavenwards, and his rigid arms O'Donnell who then ruled the principality had grown outstretched in attitude of prayer. This occurred in old and imbecile ; and were it not for the energy of May, 1549, and the guardian lost no time in sending his wife, who possessed the heart of a hero and the messengers to Armagh, to ascertain if Bernard's friend mind of a warrior, her younger son Donnell would bave was still living. On their arrival they learned that the wrested the wand of chieftaincy from the feeble grasp chanter had died at the very moment of Bernard's de- of his boary parent. The latter, it is true, had been parture, and after telling those about him that on that valiant in his day; but his wars against Turlogh O'Neill, same night a sanctified soul should leave Donegal then the ally of Queen Elizabeth, and the blood and Monastery for the kingdom of the just.

treasure he lavished io defeating domestic treason, ren• For fully half a century after the decease of this dered him unable to repel the encroachments of the venerable brother, our monastery continued to flourish English. To add to his miseries, his eldest son Hagh in peace and happiness under the fostering protection had been captured by the deputy Perrott, and recomof the princes of Tirconpell. In the interval, countless mitted to the dungeon of Dublia Castle, after an unafugitives from the Pale came with strange tidiugs to vailing effort to baffle his pursuers. A second attempt, our friars, telling them how King Henry of England however, proved successful; for when the avaricious had decreed the spoliation of the religious houses, and Fitzwilliam replaced his attainted predecessor, the forhow his immediate successor, and his wicked counsellors, mer, for a bribe of a thousand pounds, given, as was had laid sacrilegious hands on the gold and silver of said, by the Baron of Dunganuon, connived at the flight many a time-hallowed sanctuary. The Franciscans of the illustrious captive, who, after tarrying ten days pitied their plundered brethren of the Pale, but they in the fastnesses of Glenmalure, spurred hard across never dreamt that similar borrors were one day to over- the English Pale, and finally reached his father's castle take themselves. Wars, fierce and bloody, it is true, of Ballyshannon. harried Tirconnell, when Shane O'Neill, in his mad am- Good reason had the people of Tirconnell to rejoice bition, strove to reduce all Ulster to his

sway ;

but at the escape of Hugh Roe; for during his imprisonalthough the fields of Tir-Hugh were desolated by fire ment the entire principality was plundered by Fitzwiland sword, and the prince and princess of Tirconnell liam’s sheriffs and captains to whom he sold the lay fettered in the stronghold of Shane the Proud, still

appointments. The more remote the shire and the no faggot reached our roof-tree, and no hand profaned more Irish, the larger the sum paid. One Boen, for our altars. Nor is it to be supposed that we lacked example, obtained a captaincy for a bribe of two gold

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chains which he gave to the sordid deputy's wife, and bidding of Deputy Fitzwilliam. He died full of years, another named Willis, got a similar preferment for sixty and we buried him, clothed in our habit, in the tomb pounds. These unserupulous marauders pillaged the of the lords, his predecessors. country and held the heads of families in their gripe And lest it might be thought that the Franciscans till ransomed, some for two hundred, others for three were uncharitable to the enemies of O'Donnell, I will hundred, cows; and when the cattle were not forthcom- now state a fact which clears them of such an impuing, they tortured their prisoners by frying the soles of tation. When Morrogh, Lord Inchiquin, was slain by their feet in seething butter and brimstone. As for our our prince's troops at the ford of Ballyshannon,f Burfriars, they were obliged to betake themselves with their rogh, the defeated deputy, had the body interred in the muniments and altar. plate to the fastnesses of the Cistercian church of that place. Three months aftermountains, to avoid Willis and his brigands, who, wards, our friars claimed the remains; and when O'Dona few months before Hugh Roe's return, swooped down nell and two bishops decided the controversy in favour on Donegal in the dead of night, killing thirty of the of us, we exhumed the corse, and buried it with great inhabitants

, and occupying the monastery as a garrison. solemnity in the cloister of Donegal. Inchiquin But the day of deliverance was nigh, for Hugh Roe had was the foeman of our liege lord, but the O'Briens were hardly been inaugurated at Kilmacrenan, when he always buried in Franciscan churches ; and was not marched with his trusty clansmen on Donegal, and this Morrogh a scion of the race of the noble lady wlio laid siege to the monastery into which Willis and his did so much for the Franciscans when they first setrabble had driven three hundred head of cattle. Sen- tled in Tir-Hugh? sible of the straits to which he was reduced, Willis In 1601 our community consisted of forty friars, threatened to fire the buildings, but the young prince, and in that same year so memorable for direst calamities, anxious to preserve the sacred edifice, suffered him and the English government landed a large force of horse his people to depart unharmed. The friars returned im- and foot under the command of Dowkra, on the shores mediately afterwards, and O'Donnell (for such was now of Lough Foyle. This General was instructed to sow his name and title) seeing the poverty of the district dissensions among the Irish by setting up chieftain swept so bare by the English-offered to support the against chieftain, and holding out every bribe that might community and repair the buildings out of his own re- induce officers and men to abandon the standard of their venues, if we would forego our usage of questing from liege lord. The scheme prospered, and, alas, that I door to door. The proposal, however, was declined,

should have to record it, Nial Garv, our prince's brotherand the people, their scant means notwithstanding, in-law, went over to the enemy with a thousand of his shared their last morsel with us.

followers. The perfidious wretch stipulated that he For fully nine years after the inauguration of Hugh should have all Tirconnel as a reward for his treason, Roe, the monastery of Donegal enjoyed uninterrupted which placed Derry, Lifford, and many other strong happiness, for indeed the young prince, or as he was places in the hands of the English. O'Donnell was in more generally styled, “the son of prophecy,"* ever Thomond when the news of the revolt reached him, and proved himself our special benefactor. After joining he lost not a moment in hastening homewards to inflict his forces with O'Neill's, these two great princes defeated summary vengeance on his faithless kinsman, who comQueen Elizabeth's armies on many a hard-fought field; bined the venom of a serpent with the impetuosity of nay, and so routed them, that her craftiest depu- a lion. Having had timely notice that Nial, with ties and bravest marshals were often fain to sue for truce the revolted Irish and his English auxiliaries, were and

peace, no matter how humiliating the conditions. marching on Donegal, we placed all our sacred furRight heartily did the friars of Donegal pray for the niture in a ship, and removed it to a place of safety. success of their prince, for the repose of the clansmen I myself was the last to go on board that vessel ; and who fell in his cause; and oh! how their jubilant voices as for the rest of the brotherhood they fled to the woody made vault and cloister ring when forty throats pealed out country, where they awaited the issue of the impending “Te Deum” for the defeat of Norris at Clontibret, Bag- contest. On the tenth of August, the feast of St. Laurence dal, on the field of the Yellow Ford, and Clifford, in the martyr, Nial's troops took possession of our monastery passes of the Curlew mountains ! The father of Hugh and of another belonging to the Franciscans of the third Poe always assisted at those grand solemnities ; for, Order, that lay close to it at Magharabeg. I Assisted after resigning the name and title of O'Donnell, he by engineers from au English war ship at anchor in the lived almost constantly among us, preparing himself for bay, the traitor threw up earthworks before the two the better life, and doing penance for bis sins, the weigh- monasteries, strengthened the castle of Donegal, then tiest of which was a cruel raid on the wrecked Spaniards considerably dilapidated, and made every preparation of the Armada, whom he slew in Innishowen, at the for a vigorous defence. Meanwhile O'Donnell arrived,

pitched his camp at Carrig, within two thousand paces * The prediction that when two Hughs should succeed of Donegal, and resolved to give Nial and his followers each other as O'Donnells, frightened even Deputy FitzwilLam; for writing to Burghley, June, 1593, he suggests that the matter should be referred to Dr. Daniel, a Protestant † A.D. 1597.--Athcoolowing, on the Erne, between Bel. divine, who was afterwards Archbishop of Tuam, and trans- leek and Ballyshannon. lated the New Testament into Irish.

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