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       [7] Ceól-sidhe—i.e., fairy music.

JAMIE FREEL AND THE YOUNG LADY.

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A Donegal Tale.

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MISS LETITIA MACLINTOCK.

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      Down in Fannet, in times gone by, lived Jamie Freel and his mother. Jamie was the widow's sole support; his strong arm worked for her untiringly, and as each Saturday night came round, he poured his wages into her lap, thanking her dutifully for the halfpence which she returned him for tobacco.

      He was extolled by his neighbours as the best son ever known or heard of. But he had neighbours, of whose opinion he was ignorant—neighbours who lived pretty close to him, whom he had never seen, who are, indeed, rarely seen by mortals, except on May eves and Halloweens.

      An old ruined castle, about a quarter of a mile from his cabin, was said to be the abode of the "wee folk." Every Halloween were the ancient windows lighted up, and passers-by saw little figures flitting to and fro inside the building, while they heard the music of pipes and flutes.

      It was well known that fairy revels took place; but nobody had the courage to intrude on them.

      Jamie had often watched the little figures from a distance, and listened to the charming music, wondering what the inside of the castle was like; but one Halloween he got up and took his cap, saying to his mother, "I'm awa' to the castle to seek my fortune."

      "What!" cried she, "would you venture there? you that's the poor widow's one son! Dinna be sae venturesome an' foolitch, Jamie! They'll kill you, an' then what'll come o' me?"

      "Never fear, mother; nae harm 'ill happen me, but I maun gae."

      He set out, and as he crossed the potato-field, came in sight of the castle, whose windows were ablaze with light, that seemed to turn the russet leaves, still clinging to the crabtree branches, into gold.

       Halting in the grove at one side of the ruin, he listened to the elfin revelry, and the laughter and singing made him all the more determined to proceed.

      Numbers of little people, the largest about the size of a child of five years old, were dancing to the music of flutes and fiddles, while others drank and feasted.

      "Welcome, Jamie Freel! welcome, welcome, Jamie!" cried the company, perceiving their visitor. The word "Welcome" was caught up and repeated by every voice in the castle.

      Time flew, and Jamie was enjoying himself very much, when his hosts said, "We're going to ride to Dublin to-night to steal a young lady. Will you come too, Jamie Freel?"

      "Ay, that will I!" cried the rash youth, thirsting for adventure.

      A troop of horses stood at the door. Jamie mounted, and his steed rose with him into the air. He was presently flying over his mother's cottage, surrounded by the elfin troop, and on and on they went, over bold mountains, over little hills, over the deep Lough Swilley, over towns and cottages, when people were burning nuts, and eating apples, and keeping merry Halloween. It seemed to Jamie that they flew all round Ireland before they got to Dublin.

      "This is Derry," said the fairies, flying over the cathedral spire; and what was said by one voice was repeated by all the rest, till fifty little voices were crying out, "Derry! Derry! Derry!"

      In like manner was Jamie informed as they passed over each town on the rout, and at length he heard the silvery voices cry, "Dublin! Dublin!"

      It was no mean dwelling that was to be honoured by the fairy visit, but one of the finest houses in Stephen's Green.

      The troop dismounted near a window, and Jamie saw a beautiful face, on a pillow in a splendid bed. He saw the young lady lifted and carried away, while the stick which was dropped in her place on the bed took her exact form.

       The lady was placed before one rider and carried a short way, then given another, and the names of the towns were cried out as before.

      They were approaching home. Jamie heard "Rathmullan," "Milford," "Tamney," and then he knew they were near his own house.

      "You've all had your turn at carrying the young lady," said he. "Why wouldn't I get her for a wee piece?"

      "Ay, Jamie," replied they, pleasantly, "you may take your turn at carrying her, to be sure."

      Holding his prize very tightly, he dropped down near his mother's door.

      "Jamie Freel, Jamie Freel! is that the way you treat us?" cried they, and they too dropped down near the door.

      Jamie held fast, though he knew not what he was holding, for the little folk turned the lady into all sorts of strange shapes. At one moment she was a black dog, barking and trying to bite; at another, a glowing bar of iron, which yet had no heat; then, again, a sack of wool.

      But still Jamie held her, and the baffled elves were turning away, when a tiny woman, the smallest of the party, exclaimed, "Jamie Freel has her awa' frae us, but he sall hae nae gude o' her, for I'll mak' her deaf and dumb," and she threw something over the young girl.

      While they rode off disappointed, Jamie lifted the latch and went in.

      "Jamie, man!" cried his mother, "you've been awa' all night; what have they done on you?"

      "Naething bad, mother; I ha' the very best of gude luck. Here's a beautiful young lady I ha' brought you for company.

      "Bless us an' save us!" exclaimed the mother, and for some minutes she was so astonished that she could not think of anything else to say.

      Jamie told his story of the night's adventure, ending by saying, "Surely you wouldna have allowed me to let her gang with them to be lost forever?"

       "But a lady, Jamie! How can a lady eat we'er poor diet, and live in we'er poor way? I ax you that, you foolitch fellow?"

      "Weel, mother, sure it's better for her to be here nor over yonder," and he pointed in the direction of the castle.

      Meanwhile, the

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