I have been thus hurried on by the train of my thoughts, without observing much of order or methodical arrangement. As my object is, however, the elucidation of truth,--not idle display, or vainglorious exhibition,--I am sure my readers will scarce murmur at the course by which I shall have led them to that end; in a question, moreover, where so many adventurers have so miserably miscarried. So much the rather, thou celestial light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate. There plant eyes; all mist from thence Purge and disperse; that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.[59] CHAPTER IV. Having thus disposed of the word “Cloic-teach,” which Dr. Ledwich so relied upon, as determining the character of these antique remains, I take leave, evermore, to discard the misnomer, and draw attention to a name which I have never seen noticed as applied to any of those pyramidal edifices. That which I allude to is “Cathoir ghall,” which means the “Cathedral or temple of brightness” (“and _delight_”[60]); not, I must premise, from any external daubing with which modern Vandalism may have thought proper to incrust it,--as happened to that at Swords,--but in evident reference to the solar and lunar light--the sources of life and generation--therein contemplated, at once, and interchangeably venerated. The particular Tower to which this epithet had been assigned--and which it obtained, by way of eminence, for its colossal superiority--is not now standing.[61] It rose about half a mile distant from the old castle of Bally Carbery, in the barony of Iveragh, and county of Kerry; a place where one would hope that the true designation of such phenomena would be preserved most pure, being aloof from the influence of exotic refinements, and, thus far, free from that maudlin _scepticism_ and laboured _doubt_ which a “little learning” too frequently superinduces. “Dear, lovely bowers of innocence and ease,-- Seats of my youth, when ev’ry sport could please,-- How often have I loiter’d o’er thy green, When humble happiness endear’d each scene! How often have I paused on every charm,-- The shelter’d cot, the cultivated farm! While all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree.”[62]