drop of the blessed liquid would the heretic be permitted to carry, it stole out of the pail as it would out of a sieve: at length of a sudden dimness came over the man's eyes, and it would make you laugh to see Johnny M'Clure wandering about the bogs as blind as a beetle, tumbling into the bog-holes, rolling and weltering in the mud. At length fear came on the man, and the grace of God gave him a good thought, and he vowed to the blessed Mary and the Saints, that if he recovered his sight he would go to Mass on next Sunday. The moment he said this he saw his eyesight come; up he bounced, ran to the well and took a hearty drink, and he became as good a Catholic and as happy a man as ever you saw; immediately he took up the pail, lifted it full of water, which the pail now carried as staunch as need be, and a Catholic neighbour making the sign of the cross while he washed the horses with the water, in a hand's turn (as I may say,) they became as clean and sound as a trout, and Jack M'Clure went home, his cattle cured, and he a good Catholic, which he remained to his dying day." This story Tony O'Donnel told with all the unction of perfect faith-I verily believe he placed a full reliance on the truth of what he narrated. This well is in the highest odour of credit in this vicinity-its efficacy is notorious in sundry ways--one virtue it has for which its fame deserves to extend beyond this mountain district-good housewives use it as a sovereign and certain alexipharmick against infidelity in husbands; nothing need be done but keep a bottle of this sacred water well corked under the bed's head, and the good man of the house remains as he should be, true and faithful. A valuable well is not this? and highly to be prized this anti-jealousy water-pity it is so little known beyond these hills; even Protestant ladies are known to rely on and to experience the full efficacy of this simple remedy against a very troublesome evil. The water keeps well; it is, (as emblematical of the purity it provides for,) incapable of corruption; it might be forwarded to all parts of the world; and I trust that Paris and London may yet derive ample trade in, and derive important advantages from this too-long neglected water. While I was there I observed sundry pilgrims going round the holy well on their naked knees; they trudged along upon stones set in the miry puddle, and it was curious to observe the countenances of these people, as with intense eagerness and abstracted looks they proceeded repeating in low and suppressed tones sundry Paters and Aves. There are sundry peculiar Station-days, on which the crowds resorting hither are immense; hither the sick and healthy flock, the sick to obtain health-the healthy to merit grace. The resort to this blessed well not only cures complaints, but it procures marriages; and it is ascertained much to the satisfaction of his Reverence the Parish Priest, that after these Stations, weddings are rife, and therefore approaches to this well are crowded on such occasions with the young and the healthy, the gay and the welldressed; and as much conviviality and merrymaking is mixed up here, with the superstitions of the devotioners of the Church of Rome, as is usual in all quarters of the globe. There is one accompaniment to this blessed well, which is found to help the efficacy of its waters not a little, and that more especially since they have been found effectual in the cure of human maladies, I mean a snug comfortable little cabin, just under the Old Rock and close to the well, in which pilgrims can get at a reasonable rate a drop of the "Poteen;" and a dash of this elixir illegalis through a bottle of water, has been found to further its sanative effects in no small degree and measure. A few days after our walk to Doune Rock, we set out on an excursion to an Alpine lake, some miles off, embosomed in the midst of wild and lofty mountains. The valley in which this lake lies is called Glen Veagh. On our way to it, we went along a road parrallel to the River Lennan, and after about |