This land was associated in the minds of the peasantry with traditions of Edenic happiness and beauty. Miss Eleanor C. Donnelly, of Philadelphia, has referred to it in her poem, "The Sleeper's Sail," where the starving boy dreams of the pleasant and plentiful land: "'Mother, I've been on the cliffs out yonder, Straining my eyes o'er the breakers free To the lovely spot where the sun was setting, Setting and sinking into the sea. "'The sky was full of the fairest colors Pink and purple and paly green, With great soft masses of gray and amber, And great bright rifts of gold between. "'And all the birds that way were flying, Heron and curlew overhead, With a mighty eagle westward floating, Every plume in their pinions red. "'And then I saw it, the fairy city, Far away o'er the waters deep; Towers and castles and chapels glowing Like blesséd dreams that we see in sleep. "'What is its name?' 'Be still, acushla (Thy hair is wet with the mists, my boy); Thou hast looked perchance on the Tir-na-n'oge, Land of eternal youth and joy! "'Out of the sea, when the sun is setting, It rises, golden and fair to view; No trace of ruin, or change of sorrow, No sign of age where all is new. "'Forever sunny, forever blooming, Nor cloud nor frost can touch that spot, Where the happy people are ever roaming, The bitter pangs of the past forgot.' This is the Greek story of Elysion; these are the Elysian Fields of the Egyptians; these are the Gardens of the Hesperides; this is the region in the West to which the peasant of Brittany looks from the shores of Cape Raz; this is Atlantis. The starving child seeks to reach this blessed land in a boat and is drowned. "High on the cliffs the light-house keeper Caught the sound of a piercing scream; Low in her hut the lonely widow Moaned in the maze of a troubled dream; "And saw in her sleep a seaman ghostly, With sea-weeds clinging in his hair, Into her room, all wet and dripping, A drownéd boy on his bosom bear. "Over Death Sea on a bridge of silver The child to his Father's arms had passed! Heaven was nearer than Tir-na-n'oge, And the golden city was reached at last." CHAPTER VIII. THE OLDEST SON OF NOAH. That eminent authority, Dr. Max Müller, says, in his "Lectures on the Science of Religion,"