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Merrows, or Mermaids, are also still believed in, and many folk tales exist describing their intermarriage with mortals.
I would that the red wind of the Druids had withered in his cradle the soldier of Dathi, who brought the tree of death out of barbarous lands, or that the lightning, when it smote Dathi at the foot of the mountain, had smitten him also, or that his grave had been dug by the green-haired and green-toothed merrows deep at the roots of the deep sea.
Merrows are not altogether evil, but they have green hair and teeth, fishes' tails and fins for arms; and to hear them walloping in the water around you like salmon, and you alone in a small boat, with the dread of one coming floundering on board, is enough to turn a man's hair grey. For a moment he thought of awakening the children to keep him company, but he was ashamed.
A little one, you know, and the Merrows will help." "Of course," said Berry. "Some telling trifle or other. Can't we dramatize 'The Inchcape Rock'?" "Excellent," said I. "I should like to play the abbot. It would be rather suitable, too. If you remember, 'they blest the Abbot of Aberbrothok." "Why not?" said Berry. "We could have a very fervent little scene with them all blessing you."
"Where would we be bound at all," the King answered, "but to the States, where the ship's bound?" "And what are ye goin' there for?" the merrows asked again. "Sure," said Naggeneen, "it's followin' the O'Briens and the Sullivans we are, and it's the long way they're takin' us." "Could you tell us what the States is like at all?" asked the King. "Is it like Cork?"
For that the spiny lobsters are thinking, and "thinking very seriously about something," you can no more doubt than Jack did about the Merrow. Ah! that is a wonderful pool. The first glimpse of the spiny lobsters is enough for any one who has read of Coomara. We are among the Merrows at last. I don't know that Coomara was a lobster, but I think he must have been a crustacean.
And the more I think of it, the more I am convinced that the type is familiar to me, and that, though I do not live in a fairy story, I have been among the Merrows. And further still that any one who pleases may go and see Coomara's cousins any day. There can be no doubt of it! I have seen a Merrow several Merrows.
The "path to bonnie Elfland" has long been overgrown, and few and far between are the Princes who press through and wake the Beauties that sleep beyond. For compensation, the paths to Mother Nature's Wonderland are made broader, easier, and more attractive to the feet of all men, day by day. And it is Mother Nature's Merrows that I have seen in the Crystal Palace Aquarium. How Mr.
He was, to use his own expression, "moithered." Haunted by the mist, tormented by "shapes." It was just in a fog like this that the Merrows could be heard disporting in Dunbeg bay, and off the Achill coast. Sporting and laughing, and hallooing through the mist, to lead unfortunate fishermen astray.
One day they saw swimming in the water beside the ship an ugly creature, like a man, with a red nose, tangled green hair, green teeth, and fingers with webs between them, like a duck's foot. There was another creature, like a woman, very beautiful, but with green hair, like the man. These were merrows sea fairies. "Where are you bound in that ship?" the merrows called to them.
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