Gothic fiction; Ireland -- History -- Rebellion of 1798 -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Romans à clef
The party at the castle had postponed their visit to St. Alvin Priory
till the feast of St. Kathereen and St. Mary, which in that neighbourhood
was always celebrated with much observance. A fair was held upon the
downs, in honour of these two martyrs. The rocks near which the ruins
of the convent stood, were called the Black Sisters, and it was there,
and in the Wizzard’s Glen, which stretched from the top to the foot of
the mountain, that the meetings of the discontented had been held. The
day proved fair; and at an early hour the carriages and horses were in
attendance. Mrs. Seymour and many others declined being of the party;
but Lady Margaret took Gondimar’s arm with a smile of good humour, which
she could at times put on. Buchanan drove Calantha in his barouch. Sir
Everard rode by Calantha’s side on a lowly white palfrey, as if to protect
her. Lady Mandeville was with her; and Lady Trelawney took Sophia and
Lady Augusta Selwyn in her carriage. The rest of the gentlemen were some
on horseback and some in curricles.
The whole country smiled around. There were ringers, and pipers, and
hurlers upon the down. The cliff, towards the sea, was covered with
booths and tents. Flocks, herds and horses had been brought from far
for sale, ornamented with ribbands; green being the favourite colour.
Scarcely ever was witnessed a scene more gay. This, and the vessels
laden with fish, crowding into the harbour below, and the high mountains
beyond, struck even the Italian, whose eyes had been accustomed to all
that nature can produce of picturesque and majestic. The beauty of the
girls, with their long blue mantles thrown aside from their shoulders,
their dark hair fastened behind with a knot of ribband, was the subject
of discussion. Comparisons of the difference of form between one nation
and another arose. All descended from their carriages and horses. Lady
Mandeville repeated poetry; Gondimar became sentimental; Buchanan looked
at the horses, enquired their prices, and soon joined the hurlers, in
whose combat he grew so much interested, that no one could draw him from
thence until the moment when they left the fair, where they had remained
till they were all much fatigued.
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