ANECDOTA FROM IRISH MSS.

MS., H. 3. 18, P. 867, MARG. inf.

Aithne dam deirghedh mo leaptha,
leaba chumang da criaidh fuair:
sinn ag luighe ar in lucht romhainn,
luch oile oruinn'san uaigh.

I know that my bed is prepared,
A narrow bed of cold clay:
Where we shall lie on those that went
before,
Other folk upon us in the grave.

Ib., p. 478, marg. inf.
Uch! a lám,
Ar'scríbis do memrum bán!
Béra in memrum fá buaidh,
Is bethair-si ad benn lom cuail cnámh.

Alas! oh hand,
How much hast thou written of white
parchment!
Thou willt make famous the parchment,
While thou thyself will be the bare peak of
a faggot of bones.

Kuno Meyer.