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34 T^Jie. Vision of MacConglinne.
Son of soft rich pottage, with its curls of steam,
Son of rough curds, son of fair oatmeal gruel,
Son of sprouty meat-soup, with its purple berries.
Son of the top of effeminate kale, son of soft white
If midrifE,
Son of bone-nourishing nut-fruit, son of Abel, son of Adam.
Fine is thy kindred of choice food, to the tongue it is
sweet,
O thou of staid and steady step, — with the help of pointed
;o stafE."
" That hurts me not, MacConglinne," said Man-
chin. " Little didst thou care about slandering me
and the Church when thou didst compose a food-
pedigree to commemorate me, such as has not been
15 invented for any man before me, and will not be
invented till Doom."
" It is no slander at all, cleric," said MacCon-
glinne, " but a vision that was manifested to me last
night. That is its prelude. The vision is not out
20 of place, and, if respite or leave be granted me, I
will relate it."
And Manchin said, as before, that he would give
no respite. But MacConglinne began to recount his
vision, and it is said that from here onward is what
25 the angel manifested to him, as he said :
A vision that appeared to me.
An apparition wonderful
I tell to all :
A lardy coracle all of lard
Within a port of New-milk Loch,
Up on the World's smooth sea.
We went into the man-of-war, iiaCC^CX. ál iJftA
'Twas warrior-like to take the road
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