Visions and Beliefs in the West of Ireland, First Series
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Visions and Beliefs in the West of Ireland, First Series
Atlantic Coast (Ireland) -- Social life and customs; Folklore -- Ireland; Ireland -- Social life and customs
The dead are often seen among them, and will give help in danger to
comrade or brother or friend. Sometimes they have a penance to work
out, and will come and ask the living for help, for prayers, for the
payment of a debt. They may wander in some strange shape, or be bound
in the one place, or go through the air as birds. When the Sidhe pass
by in a blast of wind we should say some words of blessing, for there
may be among them some of our own dead. The dead are of the nature
of the Saints, mortals who have put on immortality, who have known
the troubles of the world. The Sidhe have been, like the Angels, from
before the making of the earth. In the old times in Ireland they were
called gods or the children of gods; now it is laid down they are
those Angels who were cast out of heaven, being proud.
This is the news I have been given of the people of the Sidhe by many
who have seen them and some who have known their power.
A. G.
COOLE, February, 1916.
CONTENTS
PAGE
I.--SEA-STORIES 3
II.--SEERS AND HEALERS 35
BIDDY EARLY 35
MRS. SHERIDAN 70
MR. SAGGARTON 92
"A GREAT WARRIOR IN THE BUSINESS" 103
OLD DERUANE 112
III.--THE EVIL EYE--THE TOUCH--THE PENALTY 127
IV.--AWAY 169
WITCHES AND WIZARDS AND IRISH FOLK-LORE 247
NOTES 265
I
SEA-STORIES
I
SEA-STORIES
_"The Celtic Twilight" was the first book of Mr. Yeats's that I read,
and even before I met him, a little time later, I had begun looking
for news of the invisible world; for his stories were of Sligo and
I felt jealous for Galway. This beginning of knowledge was a great
excitement to me, for though I had heard all my life some talk of
the faeries and the banshee_ (_having indeed reason to believe in
this last_), _I had never thought of giving heed to what I, in common
with my class, looked on as fancy or superstition. It was certainly
because of this unbelief that I had been told so little about them.
Even when I began to gather these stories, I cared less for the
evidence given in them than for the beautiful rhythmic sentences in
which they were told. I had no theories, no case to prove, I but
"held up a clean mirror to tradition."_
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