In those trees, no sound of a tree
Is the sound of its garments beside the ground.
As for the sigh thou may est hear in the wood
It was uttered by the mouth of the Holy Spirit.
Dear in melody is that, a dear strain
That was sent from heaven down here.
Since it was accomplishing its white clean work,
It could not be rejected by a holy man.
[There is another long line at the foot of p. 16, but the
writing is so illegible as to yield no sense.]

P. 19. Penn gles and so pen-trying here.
P. 29 (upper margin) :

Uch monuaron, uch monuar,

Gidh gearr o Domnach gu Luan,

Is girra bis ri na nell

Ag denam trein go ma truagh.
my sorrow, my sorrow.
Though soon from Sunday till the morrow.
E'en sooner will the cloudy King

The strong to abject weakness bring.
[A later and poorer hand and the ink is faded.]

P. 29 (on a strip of binding) :

A Dh6 7 a Muire is m6r an bhuile phleite sin dobhi ar
Li6gurgiws a[c] caoineat^ a tsentaeharain miththapatdA. ag
tabhairt ar Ghr^gaibh bheith ag milliud a n-oir 7 a n-indmusa.
God and Mary! great is that spiteful madness that was
upon Lycurgus as he mourned his hapless infant, compelling the
Greeks to destroy their gold and their treasure.
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P. 31 (upper margin) :

Is mor an magadh do Gregaib arn-millsei da maithus 7 da
maoinaib ar son leiniph big.
A great reproach to the Greeks is all that they destroyed of
property and treasures for the sake of a little child.
