DRUMCLIFF AND ROSSES Drumcliff and Rosses were, are, and ever shall be, please Heaven!

DRUMCLIFF AND ROSSES Drumcliff and Rosses were, are, and ever shall be, please Heaven!

Rosses is a little sea-dividing, sandy plain, covered with short grass, like a green tablecloth, and lying in the foam midway between the round cairn-headed Knocknarea and "Ben Bulben, famous for hawks":

At the northern corner of Rosses is a little promontory of sand and rocks and grass: a mournful, haunted place.

These forts or raths, made before modern history had begun, cover all Rosses and all Columkille.

" A few hundred yards southwards of the northern angle of Rosses is another angle having also its cave, though this one is not covered with sand.

One night as I sat eating Mrs. H-'s soda-bread, her husband told me a longish story, much the best of all I heard in Rosses.

Drumcliff and Rosses are chokeful of ghosts.

There is no more curious ghost in Drumcliff or Rosses than the snipe- ghost.

There is a bush behind a house in a village that I know well: for excellent reasons I do not say whether in Drumcliff or Rosses or on the slope of Ben Bulben, or even on the plain round Knocknarea.

My forebears and relations have lived near Rosses and Drumcliff these many years.

We may have acquired the custom from those ancient Danish pirates, whose descendants the people of Rosses tell me still remember every field and hillock in Ireland which once belonged to their forebears, and are able to describe Rosses itself as well as any native.

We may have acquired the custom from those ancient Danish pirates, whose descendants the people of Rosses tell me still remember every field and hillock in Ireland which once belonged to their forebears, and are able to describe Rosses itself as well as any native.

Arthur did not want to get up where Ross was seated in such elegant state; he wanted to tear Ross, all the Rosses down.

He caused many of the ancient monuments of the Albinis and the Rosses to be removed from the priory churches of Belvoir and Croxton to that of Bottesford.

"Paddy Gallagher up in Dungloe in the Rosses will give you an idea of the poverty of the Irish countryside, of the extent that the poverty is due to the gombeen men, 'the bosses of the Rosses,' and of the ability of the co-operative society to develop and create industry even in such a locality.

"Paddy Gallagher up in Dungloe in the Rosses will give you an idea of the poverty of the Irish countryside, of the extent that the poverty is due to the gombeen men, 'the bosses of the Rosses,' and of the ability of the co-operative society to develop and create industry even in such a locality.

With a bridge of white mist Columbkill he crosses, On his stately journeys From Sliveleague to Rosses; Or going up with music On cold starry nights, To sup with the Queen Of the gay northern lights.