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Irish Druids and Old Irish Religions

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2 86 <strong>Old</strong> <strong>Irish</strong> <strong>Religions</strong>.<br />

at the period when Christianity dawned on Britain." He<br />

deemed it probable that the early clerics of Christianity,<br />

" the cultores deorum, the worshippars of the gods, gradually<br />

merged into cultores Dei, worshippers of the true God."<br />

So it might be that, as HIggins wrote, '' The Culdees<br />

were the last remains of the <strong>Druids</strong>."<br />

THE FUTURE LIFE, OR LAND OF THE WEST.<br />

No more touching or inspiring belief was there among<br />

the ancient <strong>Irish</strong>, than in the hope of another life beyond<br />

the grave. Nature restored the dead forest of winter to<br />

the wealth of foliage In spring ;<br />

why should not the breathless<br />

form of man once more find joy in life this<br />

.'*<br />

happy thought, with our Isl<strong>and</strong>ers, was associated with two<br />

things—the sea-wave <strong>and</strong> the western sunset.<br />

The soul of the Maori, it was said, took Its flight to the<br />

Reinga, the northernmost promontory of New Zeal<strong>and</strong>, <strong>and</strong>,<br />

from the branch of an overhanging tree, dropped into the<br />

ocean In search of Its subaqueous home.<br />

The <strong>Irish</strong>, In like<br />

manner, knew that his next tenement would be beneath<br />

the flood.<br />

The dying Egyptian beheld with the eye of faith his<br />

spirit following the setting sun. The <strong>Irish</strong> looked forward<br />

to the West as the place to'which his ethereal nature would<br />

take its flight. The roar of the Atlantic was music to his<br />

ears, for It was but the echo of the voices of his forefathers,<br />

<strong>and</strong> departed loved ones, in the western L<strong>and</strong> of the Blest.<br />

Pindar sang<br />

" Where mortals easiest pass the careless hour ;<br />

No lingering winter there, nor snow, nor shower ;<br />

But ocean ever, to refresh mankind,<br />

Breathes the cool spirit of the western wind."

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