Chapter 17

'Silent, O Moyle, [*] be the roar of thy water;

Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose;

While murmuring mournfully, Lir's lovely daughter

Tells to the night-star her tale of woes.'

Thomas Moore.

* The sea between Erin and Alban (Ireland and Scotland) was

called in the olden time the Sea of Moyle, from the Moyle,

or Mull, o