MacCarthy more, or, The fortunes of an Irish chief in the reign of ...

68 MacCartiiy Moke; ob,
CHArTER lY.
The following morning, after the early brea) rast
of those days, Lady Ellen, weary of the still, n ono-
tonous life within doors, and longing, as young iaid«
ens will, when skies are briojht and breezes are '/land,
for a stroll in the open air,—took Una with h ^sT, and
wrapped in a cloak, the hood of which coveLf»d her
head, left the castle unobserved by any save Ihe por-
ter at the gate, and went down to the rirer side.
There, seating herself on a bank which coijucanded
a view of the picturesque rapids, where t? >€ ourplua
waters of the Lower Lake run out, throuifl" tl.e chan-
nel of the river's bed, to join that arm of t'lC Atlantic
called Court MeSherry Bay. ListlespJ / her eyes
wandered over the lovely scones amicf which her
young life had pussed, and not evfi. the bright
sheen of the dancing waters, or the lirathery spray
she had so often admired, could th