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"Notes" From: The Four Winds of Eirinn: Poems by Ethna Carbery. (Anna MacManus.), Complete Edition, Edited by Seumas MacManus. Dublin, Ireland: M. H. Gill and Son, Ltd. 1906. pp. 153-153.

Editor: Mary Mark 

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IN TIR NA'N OG.–The Land of Perpetual Youth. The Sidhe = the fairies.

CAROLL O'DALY.–In reading Stranza 4, verse 4, it will be recalled that Gráinne wooed Diarmuid. I note this, because I forsee that some casual readers will take who as meant for whom.

BRIAN THE BOY MAGEE.–The Massacre of Island Magee (1641), when the English and Scotch troops stationed in Carrickfergus sallied forth and put to the sword, in one night, nearly all the inhabitants of Island Magee, to the number of over two thousand. In Lord Clarendon's "Historical View of the Affairs of Ireland," the date is fixed early in November, 1641, and the number slain is given as three thousand.

ART THE LONELY.–Art the Lonely, son of Conn of the Hundred Battles, reigned thirty years High King of Ireland (according to Keating), from A. D. 152 to 182. He gained his soubriquet of the Lonely or the Melancholy because of the unceasing sorrow he displayed for the death of his two brothers, Connla and Crionna, who were slain by their paternal uncles. An ancient poem, quoted by Keating, contains the following reference to this:–

"Eoichaidh Fionn and Fiachadh Suidhe,
Brothers of Conn, the Hero of the Island,
Destroyed the Princes Connla and Crionna,
Brothers of Art, at whose unhappy fate
He grieved, and with continued sorrow pined,
And so was called the Melancholy Art."

Connla, however, is also the hero of a mythological romance, [Page 154]  Eachtra Condla, which has been preserved in the Book of the Dun Cow, and other ancient MSS. In it he is supposed to have been carried away to Fairyland, where his adventures are many and marvellous.

Art was killed at the Battle of Moy Mucroimhe, near Athenry in Galway, and was succeeded by his son Cormac, who, known to history as Cormac MacArt, was one of the most famous monarchs of Eirinn.

NIALL GLONDUBH TO GORMLAI.–Princess Gormlai, daughter of Flann, High King of Ireland, was betrothed to Cormac MacCullenan, the young King of Munster. He desired to take Holy Orders, and repudiated the arrangement. Gormlai was forced into a marriage with Cearbhall, King of Leinster. Flann and Cearbhall attacked Cormac in Kildare. After a furious battle Cormac was killed, and by Cearbhall's orders his body was mutilated on the field. Returned home, he boasted of his atrocious act in the presence of his wife and the ladies of the Court. Queen Gormlai remonstrated, whereupon he struck her to the ground with his foot. Her young kinsman, Niall Glondubh, Prince of Ulster, took up arms to avenge the insult, when her father, for political reasons, refused. The Queen, however, would not permit his interference, but insisted on leaving her husband and living with her father. Subsequently, after the death of Cearbhall, she married Niall.

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