His ancestral acres have been turned over for cultivation to Mr.Stacpoole.His house, a large fine building, apparently of the time of James II., containing, I am told, some good pictures and old furniture, is shut up, as are the model stables, ample enough for a great stud; and so another centre of local industry and activity is made sterile.
Near the ruins of Killone is a curious ancient shrine of St.John, beside a spring known as the Holy Well.

All about the rude little altar in the open air simple votive offerings were displayed, and Mrs.
Stacpoole tells me pilgrims come here from Galway and Connemara to climb the hill upon their knees, and drink of the water.

Last year for the first time within the memory of man the well went dry.

Such was the distress caused in Ennis by this news, that on the eve of St.John certain pious persons came out from the town, drew water from the lake, and poured it into the well! As we walked away one of the party pointed to a rabbit fleeing swiftly into a hole in one of the graves.

"I was on this hill," he said, "one day not very long ago when a funeral train came out from Ennis.