We entered the beautiful chapel of the Abbey, and ascended the gallery while vespers were sung.

We were alone on the gallery, and had an opportunity of changing our stockings and wiping the blood from our feet.

We remained upwards of an hour, and then set out, but little refreshed.

We hoped to find refreshments in a small publichouse, on the road leading from Clogheen to Lismore.

I entered the house rather hurriedly, and the first object that met my view was a policeman.