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    Celtic and Old English Saints 3 June =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= * St. Kevin of Glendalough * St. Cronan the Tanner * St. Glunshallaich
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      Celtic and Old English Saints 3 June

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      * St. Kevin of Glendalough
      * St. Cronan the Tanner
      * St. Glunshallaich
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      St. Kevin of Glendalough, Abbot
      --------------------------------------------
      (Coaimhghin, Coemgen, Keivin)

      Born at Fort of the White Fountain in Leinster, Ireland; died c. 618.
      Kevin was born of Irish royalty, but that doesn't tell us much because
      there were as many kings in Ireland as there were saints in Cornwall. He
      was baptized as Kevin or Coemgen, which means the "Fair-begotten" by
      Saint Cronan. As a boy he was sent to be educated at a monastery, where
      he was fortunate enough to be a pupil of Saint Petroc of Cornwall, who
      was then in Ireland. Kevin is best remembered as the abbot-founder of
      Glendalough, County Wicklow, one of the most famous abbeys of Ireland.
      After his ordination he settled as a hermit in the scenic Valley of the
      Two Lakes by the Upper Lake, led there by an angel. This is at a place
      now marked by a cave called "Saint Kevin's Bed," which was formerly a
      Bronze Age tomb that he reused, and the Teampull na Skelling (the rock
      church). After seven years as a solitary living on nettles and herbs, he
      was persuaded to founded a
      monastery at Disert-Coemgen for the many disciples he attracted. He made
      a pilgrimage to Rome and brought back many relics for his foundation.
      When the number who gathered around him became too numerous for the
      site, the monastery was moved after his death (at age 120) down to the
      Lower Lake. Still more churches were added to the east of the site
      during the abbacy of Saint Laurence O'Toole. Glendalough has always been
      a popular pilgrimage site.

      Kevin's extant vita which are not entirely reliable may be based on
      actual facts although the earliest was recorded about 400 years after
      his death. He is said to have fed his community for some time on salmon
      supplied by an otter. (Unfortunately, one of the monks wanted to make a
      pair of warm gloves out of the otter's hide; the otter guessed what was
      on his mind and was careful never to appear again!) He visited Saint
      Ciaran of Clonmacnoise just before his death and Ciaran gave him his
      bell. (Attwater, Benedictines, Delaney, Encyclopaedia, Farmer, Gill,
      Montague, White).

      "Wandering by himself though lonely places, the blessed Kevin came one
      day upon a glen set in a hollow of the hills and lovely with running
      water. For there were two lakes, and clear streams here and there
      flowing down from the mountains. And he went up the valley to the head
      of the glen where it narrows; there is a lake there, and the mountains
      very high above it; it lies at their feet, and they rise from its very
      verge. This valley used to be called in the Irish Glen De, but now it is
      called Glen da Lough, that is the glen of the two lakes. And Saint Kevin
      settled himself beside the lake in a hollow tree and lived in these
      strait quarters for some while. Now and then he would go out to gather a
      few herbs and eat them, and drink a little
      water. And so he lived, for many days. "Now a herd from a neighbouring
      farm (the master's name was Bi) would some days bring his cows to
      pasture in this valley, where Saint Kevin lived as a hermit. And God,
      being minded to show His servant Kevin to men, made a cow from that herd
      come daily to Saint Kevin in his hollow; and it would lick the Saint's
      clothes. And towards evening when she would hear the lowing of the herd
      returning, sated with green grass and well watered, and the high
      shouting of the herdsmen driving their beasts, she would hurry to the
      front of the herd, content with her own pasture.

      "And every day as the herd made its way from the lap of the mountain
      into the valley, that cow would steal away from the rest, and come to
      the man of God. And every day she did as on the first day. And that cow
      had abundance of milk past belief, from the touch of the garments of the
      man of God. And the byremen, marvelling at the rich streams of milk from
      her, spoke of it to the master. And he said to the herdsman, 'Do you
      know what has come to that cow?' The herd knew nothing of it and his
      master said, 'Keep a close eye on her, and see where she gets her good
      favour from.'

      "So the next day the herdsman left his charge to the youngsters and
      himself followed after the cow, wherever she went. And the cow took her
      wonted track to the hollow tree, in which Saint Kevin lived. And the
      herdsman, finding her licking the Saint's coat, stood agape; and then he
      fell to threatening the cow, and miscalling the man of God as a
      countryman might.

      "And the Saint was ill-pleased, for he feared that the man would betray
      his presence there. And then the herdsman drove the beasts home to the
      byre. But when they had got tot he farm, the cows and calves fell into
      such a frenzy that the mothers did not know their own calves and would
      have killed them. The herdsman, terrified, told his master what he had
      seen in the valley, and at his bidding, came straight back to Saint
      Kevin, and fell on his knees and begged God's Saint to grant him his
      forgiveness.

      "The Saint adjured him, and he vowed not to betray him; for Saint Kevin
      did not know that the story was already told. The man had his pardon,
      and was given holy water; and when he sprinkled it on the cows and
      calves, they recognised one another with the old love between them, and
      were tame again on the spot. But the fame of Saint Kevin was carried
      over the whole countryside. And it came to the ears of some of the older
      saints, Eogan and Lochan and Enna, that Saint Kevin was in that deserted
      valley; and they took him away with them, against his will, to his
      monastery. . . ." (Plummer).

      In the end Saint Kevin went back to the place where he had been a hermit
      in his youth and built a monastery there for those who followed him. He
      went off by himself, about a mile away, and built a hut for his
      dwelling. He forbade the monks to visit him unless it was urgent. He had
      the wild animals for company.

      .........Kevin probably discovered this cave when he went to that area
      to start a new church. When they reached the village then called Cnoc
      Rua ("RedHill"), they found their way blocked by a woods, and they
      stopped.
      "Why did you stop?" said Kevin.
      "There are trees in the way," they said.
      "Don't worry," Kevin told them. "Just keep walking."
      They walked toward the woods, and the trees fell down in front of them
      to make a road. Kevin blessed the wood and promised "hell and a short
      life to any one who should burn either green wood or dry from this wood
      till doom". That is how the village got its name, Holy Wood ("Sanctum
      Nemus" in medieval records), which by the 16th century became Hollywood.
      It is also called "Cillín Chaoibhín" in Irish, which means "Kevin's
      Chapel".

      After seven years Kevin built himself an oratory of osiers and still
      lived alone. One day the huntsmen of the King of Leinster, Brandubh,
      came into the glen with hounds following a boar. The boar sought refuge
      in Kevin's oratory, but the hounds did not follow him in. Instead, they
      lay on their chests outside, before the gate.

      "And there was Kevin praying under a tree, and a crowd of birds perched
      on his shoulders and his hands, and flitting about him, singing to the
      Saint of God. The huntsman looked; and dumbfounded he took his way back
      with his hounds, and for the sake of the holy solitary's blessing, let
      the boar go free. He told the marvel that he had seen to the King and to
      all of them.
      And there were times that the boughs and the leaves of the trees would
      sing sweet songs to Saint Kevin, that the melody of heaven might lighten
      his sore travail" (Plummer).

      "Colman, son of Carbri, chief of the fourth of the men of northern
      Leinster, in his youth took to wife a woman of rank, but since their
      habits did in no way agree, sent her away, and took another in her
      place. Now the woman thus dismissed was wise and dangerous in the magic
      arts, and being passionate against her husband, Colman, the chief, she
      brought to death all the children of the other by her incantations; for
      as soon as she heard that a son or daughter had been born to him, she
      would come from wherever she was to stand over the dun where the child
      lay, and sing magic songs, until the little creature was dead.

      "So, when a little son was born to him in his old age, he was
      straightway baptized, lest he should die through her witchcraft
      unchristened; and he was called Faolain. And then the chief his father
      sent him to Saint Kevin, that he might protect him by the strength of
      God from this woman, and bring him up in the ways of the world. And he
      offered him to Saint Kevin, promising that he and his seed after him
      should be buried by the house of Saint Kevin for ever, and should serve
      him, if Faolain should escape alive.

      "And so Saint Kevin took the child gladly, and brought him up as a
      layman should be, even as his father had said; and he loved him dearly.
      But Saint Kevin knew not where to look for new milk to feed the small
      babe, because women and cows were far from his monastery; and he prayed
      to God to give him some assistance in the matter. And God sent Saint
      Kevin a doe from the mountain near by, and on her milk the babe Faolain
      was reared. Twice a day until the child was grown, the doe would come to
      Saint Kevin's monastery, and there be milked by one of the brethren, and
      go back in all gentleness to
      her pasture.

      [Another version tells us that the doe was killed by a she-wolf. When
      Kevin saw this, he commanded the wolf to provide the milk and the wolf
      obeyed.]

      "But there came a day when the brother, milking her out of doors, set
      down the vessel with the milk on the ground; and up came a greedy rook
      intent upon a drink, and with its beak upset both pail and milk on the
      ground. And seeing it, Saint Kevin spoke to the rook.

      "'For long enough,' said he, 'shalt thou and thy race do penance for
      this crime. For on the day of my departure to heaven, there shall be
      much preparing of beef, and ye shall not eat thereof. And if any one of
      you make so bold as to touch so much as the blood or the offal of the
      cattle that shall be slain during those days, he shall die on the spot.
      And everywhere shall be merrymaking, but ye on the heights of these
      mountains that stand round us shall be sad, cawing and having the law of
      one another for very dismalness.' And this marvel is fulfilled every
      year unto this day, even as the Saint foretold" (Plummer).

      "After these things the Angel of God came to Saint Kevin saying, 'O
      Saint of God, God hath sent me to thee, to bring thee to the place which
      the Lord hath appointed thee, to the east of the lesser lake, and there
      thou shalt be with thy brethren; for in that place shall thy
      resurrection be.'

      "Saint Kevin said, 'If it had not displeased my Lord, in this place
      where I have borne travail for Christ, I would fain have remained until
      my death.'

      "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou wilt go with thy monks to this place,
      there shall be many of the sons of life in it until the end of the
      world, and when thou art gone thy monks shall have a sufficiency of this
      world's goods. And many thousands of blessed souls shall rise with thee
      from that place, to the kingdom of heaven.'

      "Said Saint Kevin, 'Indeed, O holy messenger, it is not possible for
      monks to dwell in that valley hemmed in by the mountains, unless God
      should aid them by His power.'

      "Then answered the Angel, 'Hear these words, O man of God. Fifty men of
      thy monks, if thou wilt have it so, shall God fill with heavenly bread,
      and naught of earthly sustenance at all, if they remain of one spirit in
      Christ after thy death; and to each of them that dies shall another
      succeed in the fear and the love of God, in habit and in vow, until the
      Day of Judgement.'

      "Said Saint Kevin, 'I like it not that there should be so few monks
      after me in that place.'

      "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou likest it not that there should be so
      few in that place, then shall many thousands live there, without stint
      or poverty, God supplying their worldly store, for ever. And thou from
      thy heavenly seat shalt rule thy family on earth, even as thou wilt, in
      Christ. And by God's aid, thou shalt rule thy monks here and hereafter.
      For this place shall be holy and revered; the kings and the great ones
      of Ireland shall make it glorious to the glory of God because of thee,
      in lands, in silver and in gold, in precious stones and silken raiment,
      in treasures from over sea, and the delights of kings, and rich shall be
      its harvest fields. A great city shall rise there. And the burial place
      of thy monks shall be most sacred, and none that lie beneath its soil
      shall know the pains of hell. And verily if thou shouldst will that
      these four mountains which close this valley in should be levelled into
      rich and gentle meadow lands, beyond question thy God will do it for
      thee.'

      "Said Saint Kevin, 'I have no wish that the creatures of God should be
      moved because of me; my God can help that place in some other fashion.
      And moreover, all the wild creatures on these mountains are my house
      mates, gentle and familiar to me, and they would be said of this that
      thou hast said.' And in such discourse the Angel of God and Saint Kevin
      made their way
      across the waters of the lake" (Plummer).

      "At one Lenten season, Saint Kevin, as was his way, fled from the
      company of men to a certain solitude, and in a little hut that did but
      keep out the sun and the rain, gave himself earnestly to reading and to
      prayer, and his leisure to contemplation alone. And as he knelt in his
      accustomed fashion, with his had outstretched through the window and
      lifted up to heaven, a
      blackbird settled on it, and busying herself as in her nest, laid in it
      an egg. And so moved was the Saint that in all patience and gentleness
      he remained, neither closing nor withdrawing his hand; but until the
      young ones were fully hatched he held it out unwearied, shaping it for
      the purpose. And for a sign of perpetual remembrance of this thing, all
      the images of Saint
      Kevin throughout Ireland show a blackbird in his outstretched hand"
      (Giraldus Cambrensis).

      Saint Kevin is one of the patrons of Dublin. His feast is celebrated
      throughout Ireland.

      Troparion of St Kevin tone 8
      Thou wast privileged to live in the age of Saints O Father Kevin/ being
      baptized by one saint, taught by another and buried by a third./ Pray to
      God that He will raise up saints in our day/ to help, support and guide
      us into the way of salvation.

      Icons of Saint Kevin:
      1) http://www.nauticom.net/www/grevin/
      (painted by Nick Pappas)
      2) http://www.prismnet.com/~hilarion/Icons-Kevin.htm##1
      3) http://www.nireland.com/orthodox/Kevin.gif
      4) Write to me at emrys@... for an attractive icon
      painted by a hermit nun at Glendalough.

      Some articles and photographs of Saint Kevin's Glendalough:--

      1) MONASTIC IRELAND: Glendalough Co. Wicklow
      http://dublin-jubilee.com/monastic/glenda.html

      2) http://ubik.virtual-pc.com/aduffy/monastic/monastic4.html

      3) The Church of Saint Kevin at Glandalough
      http://www.prismnet.com/~hilarion/church_kevin.html

      4) The Round Tower at Glendalough
      http://www.rrutledge.com/ireland/wicklow/tower.html

      5) A Virtual Tour of Glendalough
      http://www.wicklow.ie/tours/glen.html

      6) Irish Monastic Sites in photographs
      http://homepage.tinet.ie/~frduffy/monastic/monastic.html


      For more stories about Saint Kevin you can visit
      http://indigo.ie/~legends/kevin.html



      St. Cronan the Tanner
      ------------------------------
      Died 617. Saint Cronan was a disciple of Saint Kevin (Benedictines).


      St. Glunshallaich
      ----------------------
      7th century. Saint Kevin preached the Gospel and the Holy Spirit led the
      heart of the Irish Saint Glunshallaich to conversion. He became penitent
      for the balance of his life. He was buried at Glendalough in the same
      grave as his evangelist (Benedictines).

      Troparion of St Glunshallaich tone 1
      O holy Glunshallaich, having been converted by the holy Abbot Kevin/
      thou wast his fellow labourer and constant companion,/ not even being
      parted from him in the grave,/ with him, intercede to God that our souls
      may be saved.


      Lives kindly supplied by:
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      Celtic Orthodox Christianity Home Page
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      Celtic and Old English Saints 3 June =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= * St. Kevin of Glendalough * St. Cronan the Tanner * St. Glunshallaich
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        Celtic and Old English Saints 3 June

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        * St. Kevin of Glendalough
        * St. Cronan the Tanner
        * St. Glunshallaich
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        St. Kevin of Glendalough, Abbot
        --------------------------------------------
        (Coaimhghin, Coemgen, Keivin)

        Born at Fort of the White Fountain in Leinster, Ireland; died c. 618.
        Kevin was born of Irish royalty, but that doesn't tell us much because
        there were as many kings in Ireland as there were saints in Cornwall. He
        was baptized as Kevin or Coemgen, which means the "Fair-begotten" by
        Saint Cronan. As a boy he was sent to be educated at a monastery, where
        he was fortunate enough to be a pupil of Saint Petroc of Cornwall, who
        was then in Ireland. Kevin is best remembered as the abbot-founder of
        Glendalough, County Wicklow, one of the most famous abbeys of Ireland.
        After his ordination he settled as a hermit in the scenic Valley of the
        Two Lakes by the Upper Lake, led there by an angel. This is at a place
        now marked by a cave called "Saint Kevin's Bed," which was formerly a
        Bronze Age tomb that he reused, and the Teampull na Skelling (the rock
        church). After seven years as a solitary living on nettles and herbs, he
        was persuaded to founded a monastery at Disert-Coemgen for the many
        disciples he attracted. He made a pilgrimage to Rome and brought back
        many relics for his foundation.
        When the number who gathered around him became too numerous for the
        site, the monastery was moved after his death (at age 120) down to the
        Lower Lake. Still more churches were added to the east of the site
        during the abbacy of Laurence O'Toole. Glendalough has always been a
        popular pilgrimage site.

        Kevin's extant vita may be based on actual facts although the earliest
        was recorded about 400 years after his death. He is said to have fed his
        community for some time on salmon supplied by an otter. (Unfortunately,
        one of the monks wanted to make a
        pair of warm gloves out of the otter's hide; the otter guessed what was
        on his mind and was careful never to appear again!) He visited Saint
        Ciaran of Clonmacnoise just before his death and Ciaran gave him his
        bell. (Attwater, Benedictines, Delaney, Encyclopaedia, Farmer, Gill,
        Montague, White).

        "Wandering by himself though lonely places, the blessed Kevin came one
        day upon a glen set in a hollow of the hills and lovely with running
        water. For there were two lakes, and clear streams here and there
        flowing down from the mountains. And he went up the valley to the head
        of the glen where it narrows; there is a lake there, and the mountains
        very high above it; it lies at their feet, and they rise from its very
        verge. This valley used to be called in the Irish Glen De, but now it is
        called Glen da Lough, that is the glen of the two lakes. And Saint Kevin
        settled himself beside the lake in a hollow tree and lived in these
        strait quarters for some while. Now and then he would go out to gather a
        few herbs and eat them, and drink a little water. And so he lived, for
        many days.

        "Now a herd from a neighbouring farm (the master's name was Bi) would
        some days bring his cows to pasture in this valley, where Saint Kevin
        lived as a hermit. And God, being minded to show His servant Kevin to
        men, made a cow from that herd
        come daily to Saint Kevin in his hollow; and it would lick the Saint's
        clothes. And towards evening when she would hear the lowing of the herd
        returning, sated with green grass and well watered, and the high
        shouting of the herdsmen driving their beasts, she would hurry to the
        front of the herd, content with her own pasture.

        "And every day as the herd made its way from the lap of the mountain
        into the valley, that cow would steal away from the rest, and come to
        the man of God. And every day she did as on the first day. And that cow
        had abundance of milk past belief, from the touch of the garments of the
        man of God. And the byremen, marvelling at the rich streams of milk from
        her, spoke of it to the master. And he said to the herdsman, 'Do you
        know what has come to that cow?' The herd knew nothing of it and his
        master said, 'Keep a close eye on her, and see where she gets her good
        favour from.'

        "So the next day the herdsman left his charge to the youngsters and
        himself followed after the cow, wherever she went. And the cow took her
        wonted track to the hollow tree, in which Saint Kevin lived. And the
        herdsman, finding her licking the Saint's coat, stood agape; and then he
        fell to threatening the cow, and miscalling the man of God as a
        countryman might.

        "And the Saint was ill-pleased, for he feared that the man would betray
        his presence there. And then the herdsman drove the beasts home to the
        byre. But when they had got tot he farm, the cows and calves fell into
        such a frenzy that the mothers did not know their own calves and would
        have killed them. The herdsman, terrified, told his master what he had
        seen in the valley, and at his bidding, came straight back to Saint
        Kevin, and fell on his knees and begged God's Saint to grant him his
        forgiveness.

        "The Saint adjured him, and he vowed not to betray him; for Saint Kevin
        did not know that the story was already told. The man had his pardon,
        and was given holy water; and when he sprinkled it on the cows and
        calves, they recognised one another with the old love between them, and
        were tame again on the spot. But the fame of Saint Kevin was carried
        over the whole countryside. And it came to the ears of some of the older
        saints, Eogan and Lochan and Enna, that Saint Kevin was in that deserted
        valley; and they took him away with them, against his will, to his
        monastery. . . ." (Plummer).

        In the end Saint Kevin went back to the place where he had been a hermit
        in his youth and built a monastery there for those who followed him. He
        went off by himself, about a mile away, and built a hut for his
        dwelling. He forbade the monks to visit him unless it was urgent. He had
        the wild animals for company.

        .........Kevin probably discovered this cave when he went to that area
        to start a new church. When they reached the village then called Cnoc
        Rua ("RedHill"), they found their way blocked by a woods, and they
        stopped.
        "Why did you stop?" said Kevin.
        "There are trees in the way," they said.
        "Don't worry," Kevin told them. "Just keep walking."
        They walked toward the woods, and the trees fell down in front of them
        to make a road. Kevin blessed the wood and promised "hell and a short
        life to any one who should burn either green wood or dry from this wood
        till doom". That is how the village got its name, Holy Wood ("Sanctum
        Nemus" in medieval records), which by the 16th century became Hollywood.
        It is also called "Cillín Chaoibhín" in Irish, which means "Kevin's
        Chapel".

        After seven years Kevin built himself an oratory of osiers and still
        lived alone. One day the huntsmen of the King of Leinster, Brandubh,
        came into the glen with hounds following a boar. The boar sought refuge
        in Kevin's oratory, but the hounds did not follow him in. Instead, they
        lay on their chests outside, before the gate.

        "And there was Kevin praying under a tree, and a crowd of birds perched
        on his shoulders and his hands, and flitting about him, singing to the
        Saint of God. The huntsman looked; and dumbfounded he took his way back
        with his hounds, and for the sake of the holy solitary's blessing, let
        the boar go free. He told the marvel that he had seen to the King and to
        all of them.
        And there were times that the boughs and the leaves of the trees would
        sing sweet songs to Saint Kevin, that the melody of heaven might lighten
        his sore travail" (Plummer).

        "Colman, son of Carbri, chief of the fourth of the men of northern
        Leinster, in his youth took to wife a woman of rank, but since their
        habits did in no way agree, sent her away, and took another in her
        place. Now the woman thus dismissed was wise and dangerous in the magic
        arts, and being passionate against her husband, Colman, the chief, she
        brought to death all the children of the other by her incantations; for
        as soon as she heard that a son or daughter had been born to him, she
        would come from wherever she was to stand over the dun where the child
        lay, and sing magic songs, until the little creature was dead.

        "So, when a little son was born to him in his old age, he was
        straightway baptized, lest he should die through her witchcraft
        unchristened; and he was called Faolain. And then the chief his father
        sent him to Saint Kevin, that he might protect him by the strength of
        God from this woman, and bring him up in the ways of the world. And he
        offered him to Saint Kevin, promising that he and his seed after him
        should be buried by the house of Saint Kevin for ever, and should serve
        him, if Faolain should escape alive.

        "And so Saint Kevin took the child gladly, and brought him up as a
        layman should be, even as his father had said; and he loved him dearly.
        But Saint Kevin knew not where to look for new milk to feed the small
        babe, because women and cows were far from his monastery; and he prayed
        to God to give him some assistance in the matter. And God sent Saint
        Kevin a doe from the mountain near by, and on her milk the babe Faolain
        was reared. Twice a day until the child was grown, the doe would come to
        Saint Kevin's monastery, and there be milked by one of the brethren, and
        go back in all gentleness to her pasture.

        [Another version tells us that the doe was killed by a she-wolf. When
        Kevin saw this, he commanded the wolf to provide the milk and the wolf
        obeyed.]

        "But there came a day when the brother, milking her out of doors, set
        down the vessel with the milk on the ground; and up came a greedy rook
        intent upon a drink, and with its beak upset both pail and milk on the
        ground. And seeing it, Saint Kevin spoke to the rook.

        "'For long enough,' said he, 'shalt thou and thy race do penance for
        this crime. For on the day of my departure to heaven, there shall be
        much preparing of beef, and ye shall not eat thereof. And if any one of
        you make so bold as to touch so much as the blood or the offal of the
        cattle that shall be slain during those days, he shall die on the spot.
        And everywhere shall be merrymaking, but ye on the heights of these
        mountains that stand round us shall be sad, cawing and having the law of
        one another for very dismalness.' And this marvel is fulfilled every
        year unto this day, even as the Saint foretold" (Plummer).

        "After these things the Angel of God came to Saint Kevin saying, 'O
        Saint of God, God hath sent me to thee, to bring thee to the place which
        the Lord hath appointed thee, to the east of the lesser lake, and there
        thou shalt be with thy brethren; for in that place shall thy
        resurrection be.'

        "Saint Kevin said, 'If it had not displeased my Lord, in this place
        where I have borne travail for Christ, I would fain have remained until
        my death.'

        "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou wilt go with thy monks to this place,
        there shall be many of the sons of life in it until the end of the
        world, and when thou art gone thy monks shall have a sufficiency of this
        world's goods. And many thousands of blessed souls shall rise with thee
        from that place, to the kingdom of heaven.'

        "Said Saint Kevin, 'Indeed, O holy messenger, it is not possible for
        monks to dwell in that valley hemmed in by the mountains, unless God
        should aid them by His power.'

        "Then answered the Angel, 'Hear these words, O man of God. Fifty men of
        thy monks, if thou wilt have it so, shall God fill with heavenly bread,
        and naught of earthly sustenance at all, if they remain of one spirit in
        Christ after thy death; and to each of them that dies shall another
        succeed in the fear and the love of God, in habit and in vow, until the
        Day of Judgement.'

        "Said Saint Kevin, 'I like it not that there should be so few monks
        after me in that place.'

        "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou likest it not that there should be so
        few in that place, then shall many thousands live there, without stint
        or poverty, God supplying their worldly store, for ever. And thou from
        thy heavenly seat shalt rule thy family on earth, even as thou wilt, in
        Christ. And by God's aid, thou shalt rule thy monks here and hereafter.
        For this place shall be holy and revered; the kings and the great ones
        of Ireland shall make it glorious to the glory of God because of thee,
        in lands, in silver and in gold, in precious stones and silken raiment,
        in treasures from over sea, and the delights of kings, and rich shall be
        its harvest fields. A great city shall rise there. And the burial place
        of thy monks shall be most sacred, and none that lie beneath its soil
        shall know the pains of hell. And verily if thou shouldst will that
        these four mountains which close this valley in should be levelled into
        rich and gentle meadow lands, beyond question thy God will do it for
        thee.'

        "Said Saint Kevin, 'I have no wish that the creatures of God should be
        moved because of me; my God can help that place in some other fashion.
        And moreover, all the wild creatures on these mountains are my house
        mates, gentle and familiar to me, and they would be said of this that
        thou hast said.' And in such discourse the Angel of God and Saint Kevin
        made their way
        across the waters of the lake" (Plummer).

        "At one Lenten season, Saint Kevin, as was his way, fled from the
        company of men to a certain solitude, and in a little hut that did but
        keep out the sun and the rain, gave himself earnestly to reading and to
        prayer, and his leisure to contemplation alone. And as he knelt in his
        accustomed fashion, with his had outstretched through the window and
        lifted up to heaven, a blackbird settled on it, and busying herself as
        in her nest, laid in it an egg. And so moved was the Saint that in all
        patience and gentleness
        he remained, neither closing nor withdrawing his hand; but until the
        young ones were fully hatched he held it out unwearied, shaping it for
        the purpose. And for a sign of perpetual remembrance of this thing, all
        the images of Saint Kevin throughout Ireland show a blackbird in his
        outstretched hand" (Giraldus Cambrensis).

        An icon (127k) of Saint Kevin with the blackbird apinted by a hermit nun
        living at Glendalough
        http://groups.yahoo.com/group/temporary-celt/message/7575
        A smaller version of this icon (42k)
        http://groups.yahoo.com/group/temporary-celt/message/7576

        Saint Kevin is one of the patrons of Dublin. His feast is celebrated
        throughout Ireland.

        Troparion of St Kevin tone 8
        Thou wast privileged to live in the age of Saints O Father Kevin/ being
        baptized by one saint, taught by another and buried by a third./ Pray to
        God that He will raise up saints in our day/ to help, support and guide
        us into the way of salvation.

        Icons of Saint Kevin:
        1) http://www.nauticom.net/www/grevin/
        (painted by Nick Pappas)
        2) http://www.prismnet.com/~hilarion/Icons-Kevin.htm##1
        3) http://www.nireland.com/orthodox/Kevin.gif
        4) Write to me at emrys@... for an attractive icon
        painted by a hermit nun at Glendalough.

        Some articles and photographs of Saint Kevin's Glendalough:--

        1) MONASTIC IRELAND: Glendalough Co. Wicklow
        http://dublin-jubilee.com/monastic/glenda.html

        2) http://ubik.virtual-pc.com/aduffy/monastic/monastic4.html

        3) The Church of Saint Kevin at Glandalough
        http://www.prismnet.com/~hilarion/church_kevin.html

        4) The Round Tower at Glendalough
        http://www.rrutledge.com/ireland/wicklow/tower.html

        5) A Virtual Tour of Glendalough
        http://www.wicklow.ie/tours/glen.html

        6) Irish Monastic Sites in photographs
        http://homepage.tinet.ie/~frduffy/monastic/monastic.html


        For more stories about Saint Kevin you can visit
        http://indigo.ie/~legends/kevin.html



        St. Cronan the Tanner
        ------------------------------
        Died 617. Saint Cronan was a disciple of Saint Kevin (Benedictines).


        St. Glunshallaich
        ----------------------
        7th century. Saint Kevin preached the Gospel and the Holy Spirit led the
        heart of the Irish Saint Glunshallaich to conversion. He became penitent
        for the balance of his life. He was buried at Glendalough in the same
        grave as his evangelist (Benedictines).

        Troparion of St Glunshallaich tone 1
        O holy Glunshallaich, having been converted by the holy Abbot Kevin/
        thou wast his fellow labourer and constant companion,/ not even being
        parted from him in the grave,/ with him, intercede to God that our souls
        may be saved.
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          * St. Kevin of Glendalough
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          * St. Glunshallaich
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          St. Kevin of Glendalough, Abbot
          --------------------------------------------
          (Coaimhghin, Coemgen, Keivin)

          Born at Fort of the White Fountain in Leinster, Ireland; died c. 618.
          Kevin was born of Irish royalty, but that doesn't tell us much because
          there were as many kings in Ireland as there were saints in Cornwall. He
          was baptized as Kevin or Coemgen, which means the "Fair-begotten" by
          Saint Cronan. As a boy he was sent to be educated at a monastery, where
          he was fortunate enough to be a pupil of Saint Petroc of Cornwall, who
          was then in Ireland. Kevin is best remembered as the abbot-founder of
          Glendalough, County Wicklow, one of the most famous abbeys of Ireland.
          After his ordination he settled as a hermit in the scenic Valley of the
          Two Lakes by the Upper Lake, led there by an angel. This is at a place
          now marked by a cave called "Saint Kevin's Bed," which was formerly a
          Bronze Age tomb that he reused, and the Teampull na Skelling (the rock
          church). After seven years as a solitary living on nettles and herbs, he
          was persuaded to founded a monastery at Disert-Coemgen for the many
          disciples he attracted. He made a pilgrimage to Rome and brought back
          many relics for his foundation.
          When the number who gathered around him became too numerous for the
          site, the monastery was moved after his death (at age 120) down to the
          Lower Lake. Still more churches were added to the east of the site
          during the abbacy of Laurence O'Toole. Glendalough has always been a
          popular pilgrimage site.

          Kevin's extant vita may be based on actual facts although the earliest
          was recorded about 400 years after his death. He is said to have fed his
          community for some time on salmon supplied by an otter. (Unfortunately,
          one of the monks wanted to make a
          pair of warm gloves out of the otter's hide; the otter guessed what was
          on his mind and was careful never to appear again!) He visited Saint
          Ciaran of Clonmacnoise just before his death and Ciaran gave him his
          bell. (Attwater, Benedictines, Delaney, Encyclopaedia, Farmer, Gill,
          Montague, White).

          "Wandering by himself though lonely places, the blessed Kevin came one
          day upon a glen set in a hollow of the hills and lovely with running
          water. For there were two lakes, and clear streams here and there
          flowing down from the mountains. And he went up the valley to the head
          of the glen where it narrows; there is a lake there, and the mountains
          very high above it; it lies at their feet, and they rise from its very
          verge. This valley used to be called in the Irish Glen De, but now it is
          called Glen da Lough, that is the glen of the two lakes. And Saint Kevin
          settled himself beside the lake in a hollow tree and lived in these
          strait quarters for some while. Now and then he would go out to gather a
          few herbs and eat them, and drink a little water. And so he lived, for
          many days.

          "Now a herd from a neighbouring farm (the master's name was Bi) would
          some days bring his cows to pasture in this valley, where Saint Kevin
          lived as a hermit. And God, being minded to show His servant Kevin to
          men, made a cow from that herd
          come daily to Saint Kevin in his hollow; and it would lick the Saint's
          clothes. And towards evening when she would hear the lowing of the herd
          returning, sated with green grass and well watered, and the high
          shouting of the herdsmen driving their beasts, she would hurry to the
          front of the herd, content with her own pasture.

          "And every day as the herd made its way from the lap of the mountain
          into the valley, that cow would steal away from the rest, and come to
          the man of God. And every day she did as on the first day. And that cow
          had abundance of milk past belief, from the touch of the garments of the
          man of God. And the byremen, marvelling at the rich streams of milk from
          her, spoke of it to the master. And he said to the herdsman, 'Do you
          know what has come to that cow?' The herd knew nothing of it and his
          master said, 'Keep a close eye on her, and see where she gets her good
          favour from.'

          "So the next day the herdsman left his charge to the youngsters and
          himself followed after the cow, wherever she went. And the cow took her
          wonted track to the hollow tree, in which Saint Kevin lived. And the
          herdsman, finding her licking the Saint's coat, stood agape; and then he
          fell to threatening the cow, and miscalling the man of God as a
          countryman might.

          "And the Saint was ill-pleased, for he feared that the man would betray
          his presence there. And then the herdsman drove the beasts home to the
          byre. But when they had got tot he farm, the cows and calves fell into
          such a frenzy that the mothers did not know their own calves and would
          have killed them. The herdsman, terrified, told his master what he had
          seen in the valley, and at his bidding, came straight back to Saint
          Kevin, and fell on his knees and begged God's Saint to grant him his
          forgiveness.

          "The Saint adjured him, and he vowed not to betray him; for Saint Kevin
          did not know that the story was already told. The man had his pardon,
          and was given holy water; and when he sprinkled it on the cows and
          calves, they recognised one another with the old love between them, and
          were tame again on the spot. But the fame of Saint Kevin was carried
          over the whole countryside. And it came to the ears of some of the older
          saints, Eogan and Lochan and Enna, that Saint Kevin was in that deserted
          valley; and they took him away with them, against his will, to his
          monastery. . . ." (Plummer).

          In the end Saint Kevin went back to the place where he had been a hermit
          in his youth and built a monastery there for those who followed him. He
          went off by himself, about a mile away, and built a hut for his
          dwelling. He forbade the monks to visit him unless it was urgent. He had
          the wild animals for company.

          .........Kevin probably discovered this cave when he went to that area
          to start a new church. When they reached the village then called Cnoc
          Rua ("RedHill"), they found their way blocked by a woods, and they
          stopped.
          "Why did you stop?" said Kevin.
          "There are trees in the way," they said.
          "Don't worry," Kevin told them. "Just keep walking."
          They walked toward the woods, and the trees fell down in front of them
          to make a road. Kevin blessed the wood and promised "hell and a short
          life to any one who should burn either green wood or dry from this wood
          till doom". That is how the village got its name, Holy Wood ("Sanctum
          Nemus" in medieval records), which by the 16th century became Hollywood.
          It is also called "Cillín Chaoibhín" in Irish, which means "Kevin's
          Chapel".

          After seven years Kevin built himself an oratory of osiers and still
          lived alone. One day the huntsmen of the King of Leinster, Brandubh,
          came into the glen with hounds following a boar. The boar sought refuge
          in Kevin's oratory, but the hounds did not follow him in. Instead, they
          lay on their chests outside, before the gate.

          "And there was Kevin praying under a tree, and a crowd of birds perched
          on his shoulders and his hands, and flitting about him, singing to the
          Saint of God. The huntsman looked; and dumbfounded he took his way back
          with his hounds, and for the sake of the holy solitary's blessing, let
          the boar go free. He told the marvel that he had seen to the King and to
          all of them.
          And there were times that the boughs and the leaves of the trees would
          sing sweet songs to Saint Kevin, that the melody of heaven might lighten
          his sore travail" (Plummer).

          "Colman, son of Carbri, chief of the fourth of the men of northern
          Leinster, in his youth took to wife a woman of rank, but since their
          habits did in no way agree, sent her away, and took another in her
          place. Now the woman thus dismissed was wise and dangerous in the magic
          arts, and being passionate against her husband, Colman, the chief, she
          brought to death all the children of the other by her incantations; for
          as soon as she heard that a son or daughter had been born to him, she
          would come from wherever she was to stand over the dun where the child
          lay, and sing magic songs, until the little creature was dead.

          "So, when a little son was born to him in his old age, he was
          straightway baptized, lest he should die through her witchcraft
          unchristened; and he was called Faolain. And then the chief his father
          sent him to Saint Kevin, that he might protect him by the strength of
          God from this woman, and bring him up in the ways of the world. And he
          offered him to Saint Kevin, promising that he and his seed after him
          should be buried by the house of Saint Kevin for ever, and should serve
          him, if Faolain should escape alive.

          "And so Saint Kevin took the child gladly, and brought him up as a
          layman should be, even as his father had said; and he loved him dearly.
          But Saint Kevin knew not where to look for new milk to feed the small
          babe, because women and cows were far from his monastery; and he prayed
          to God to give him some assistance in the matter. And God sent Saint
          Kevin a doe from the mountain near by, and on her milk the babe Faolain
          was reared. Twice a day until the child was grown, the doe would come to
          Saint Kevin's monastery, and there be milked by one of the brethren, and
          go back in all gentleness to her pasture.

          [Another version tells us that the doe was killed by a she-wolf. When
          Kevin saw this, he commanded the wolf to provide the milk and the wolf
          obeyed.]

          "But there came a day when the brother, milking her out of doors, set
          down the vessel with the milk on the ground; and up came a greedy rook
          intent upon a drink, and with its beak upset both pail and milk on the
          ground. And seeing it, Saint Kevin spoke to the rook.

          "'For long enough,' said he, 'shalt thou and thy race do penance for
          this crime. For on the day of my departure to heaven, there shall be
          much preparing of beef, and ye shall not eat thereof. And if any one of
          you make so bold as to touch so much as the blood or the offal of the
          cattle that shall be slain during those days, he shall die on the spot.
          And everywhere shall be merrymaking, but ye on the heights of these
          mountains that stand round us shall be sad, cawing and having the law of
          one another for very dismalness.' And this marvel is fulfilled every
          year unto this day, even as the Saint foretold" (Plummer).

          "After these things the Angel of God came to Saint Kevin saying, 'O
          Saint of God, God hath sent me to thee, to bring thee to the place which
          the Lord hath appointed thee, to the east of the lesser lake, and there
          thou shalt be with thy brethren; for in that place shall thy
          resurrection be.'

          "Saint Kevin said, 'If it had not displeased my Lord, in this place
          where I have borne travail for Christ, I would fain have remained until
          my death.'

          "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou wilt go with thy monks to this place,
          there shall be many of the sons of life in it until the end of the
          world, and when thou art gone thy monks shall have a sufficiency of this
          world's goods. And many thousands of blessed souls shall rise with thee
          from that place, to the kingdom of heaven.'

          "Said Saint Kevin, 'Indeed, O holy messenger, it is not possible for
          monks to dwell in that valley hemmed in by the mountains, unless God
          should aid them by His power.'

          "Then answered the Angel, 'Hear these words, O man of God. Fifty men of
          thy monks, if thou wilt have it so, shall God fill with heavenly bread,
          and naught of earthly sustenance at all, if they remain of one spirit in
          Christ after thy death; and to each of them that dies shall another
          succeed in the fear and the love of God, in habit and in vow, until the
          Day of Judgement.'

          "Said Saint Kevin, 'I like it not that there should be so few monks
          after me in that place.'

          "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou likest it not that there should be so
          few in that place, then shall many thousands live there, without stint
          or poverty, God supplying their worldly store, for ever. And thou from
          thy heavenly seat shalt rule thy family on earth, even as thou wilt, in
          Christ. And by God's aid, thou shalt rule thy monks here and hereafter.
          For this place shall be holy and revered; the kings and the great ones
          of Ireland shall make it glorious to the glory of God because of thee,
          in lands, in silver and in gold, in precious stones and silken raiment,
          in treasures from over sea, and the delights of kings, and rich shall be
          its harvest fields. A great city shall rise there. And the burial place
          of thy monks shall be most sacred, and none that lie beneath its soil
          shall know the pains of hell. And verily if thou shouldst will that
          these four mountains which close this valley in should be levelled into
          rich and gentle meadow lands, beyond question thy God will do it for
          thee.'

          "Said Saint Kevin, 'I have no wish that the creatures of God should be
          moved because of me; my God can help that place in some other fashion.
          And moreover, all the wild creatures on these mountains are my house
          mates, gentle and familiar to me, and they would be said of this that
          thou hast said.' And in such discourse the Angel of God and Saint Kevin
          made their way
          across the waters of the lake" (Plummer).

          "At one Lenten season, Saint Kevin, as was his way, fled from the
          company of men to a certain solitude, and in a little hut that did but
          keep out the sun and the rain, gave himself earnestly to reading and to
          prayer, and his leisure to contemplation alone. And as he knelt in his
          accustomed fashion, with his had outstretched through the window and
          lifted up to heaven, a blackbird settled on it, and busying herself as
          in her nest, laid in it an egg. And so moved was the Saint that in all
          patience and gentleness
          he remained, neither closing nor withdrawing his hand; but until the
          young ones were fully hatched he held it out unwearied, shaping it for
          the purpose. And for a sign of perpetual remembrance of this thing, all
          the images of Saint Kevin throughout Ireland show a blackbird in his
          outstretched hand" (Giraldus Cambrensis).

          An icon (127k) of Saint Kevin with the blackbird painted by a hermit nun
          living at Glendalough
          http://groups.yahoo.com/group/temporary-celt/message/7575
          A smaller version of this icon (42k)
          http://groups.yahoo.com/group/temporary-celt/message/7576

          Saint Kevin is one of the patrons of Dublin. His feast is celebrated
          throughout Ireland.

          Troparion of St Kevin tone 8
          Thou wast privileged to live in the age of Saints O Father Kevin/ being
          baptized by one saint, taught by another and buried by a third./ Pray to
          God that He will raise up saints in our day/ to help, support and guide
          us into the way of salvation.

          Icons of Saint Kevin:
          1) http://www.nauticom.net/www/grevin/
          (painted by Nick Pappas)
          2) http://www.cybercom.net/~htm/mounted-k.htm
          (prints for purchasing)
          3) http://www.nireland.com/orthodox/Kevin.gif


          Some articles and photographs of Saint Kevin's Glendalough:--

          1) MONASTIC IRELAND: Glendalough Co. Wicklow
          http://dublin-jubilee.com/monastic/glenda.html

          2) http://ubik.virtual-pc.com/aduffy/monastic/monastic4.html

          3) The Church of Saint Kevin at Glandalough
          http://www.prismnet.com/~hilarion/church_kevin.html

          4) The Round Tower at Glendalough
          http://www.rrutledge.com/ireland/wicklow/tower.html

          5) A Virtual Tour of Glendalough
          http://www.wicklow.ie/tours/glen.html

          6) Irish Monastic Sites in photographs
          http://homepage.tinet.ie/~frduffy/monastic/monastic.html

          7) St Kevin's Kitchen, etc

          http://www.vitruvio.ch/arc/medieval/romanesque/ireland/stkevins.htm



          For more stories about Saint Kevin you can visit
          http://indigo.ie/~legends/kevin.html



          St. Cronan the Tanner
          ------------------------------
          Died 617. Saint Cronan was a disciple of Saint Kevin (Benedictines).


          St. Glunshallaich
          ----------------------
          7th century. Saint Kevin preached the Gospel and the Holy Spirit led the
          heart of the Irish Saint Glunshallaich to conversion. He became penitent
          for the balance of his life. He was buried at Glendalough in the same
          grave as his evangelist (Benedictines).

          Troparion of St Glunshallaich tone 1
          O holy Glunshallaich, having been converted by the holy Abbot Kevin/
          thou wast his fellow labourer and constant companion,/ not even being
          parted from him in the grave,/ with him, intercede to God that our souls
          may be saved.
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            * St. Kevin of Glendalough
            * St. Cronan the Tanner
            * St. Glunshallaich
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            St. Kevin of Glendalough, Abbot
            --------------------------------------------
            (Coaimhghin, Coemgen, Keivin)

            Born at Fort of the White Fountain in Leinster, Ireland; died c. 618.
            Kevin was born of Irish royalty, but that doesn't tell us much because
            there were as many kings in Ireland as there were saints in Cornwall. He
            was baptized as Kevin or Coemgen, which means the "Fair-begotten" by
            Saint Cronan. As a boy he was sent to be educated at a monastery, where
            he was fortunate enough to be a pupil of Saint Petroc of Cornwall, who
            was then in Ireland. Kevin is best remembered as the abbot-founder of
            Glendalough, County Wicklow, one of the most famous abbeys of Ireland.
            After his ordination he settled as a hermit in the scenic Valley of the
            Two Lakes by the Upper Lake, led there by an angel. This is at a place
            now marked by a cave called "Saint Kevin's Bed," which was formerly a
            Bronze Age tomb that he reused, and the Teampull na Skelling (the rock
            church). After seven years as a solitary living on nettles and herbs, he
            was persuaded to founded a monastery at Disert-Coemgen for the many
            disciples he attracted. He made a pilgrimage to Rome and brought back
            many relics for his foundation.
            When the number who gathered around him became too numerous for the
            site, the monastery was moved after his death (at age 120) down to the
            Lower Lake. Still more churches were added to the east of the site
            during the abbacy of Laurence O'Toole. Glendalough has always been a
            popular pilgrimage site.

            Kevin's extant vita may be based on actual facts although the earliest
            was recorded about 400 years after his death. He is said to have fed his
            community for some time on salmon supplied by an otter. (Unfortunately,
            one of the monks wanted to make a
            pair of warm gloves out of the otter's hide; the otter guessed what was
            on his mind and was careful never to appear again!) He visited Saint
            Ciaran of Clonmacnoise just before his death and Ciaran gave him his
            bell. (Attwater, Benedictines, Delaney, Encyclopaedia, Farmer, Gill,
            Montague, White).

            "Wandering by himself though lonely places, the blessed Kevin came one
            day upon a glen set in a hollow of the hills and lovely with running
            water. For there were two lakes, and clear streams here and there
            flowing down from the mountains. And he went up the valley to the head
            of the glen where it narrows; there is a lake there, and the mountains
            very high above it; it lies at their feet, and they rise from its very
            verge. This valley used to be called in the Irish Glen De, but now it is
            called Glen da Lough, that is the glen of the two lakes. And Saint Kevin
            settled himself beside the lake in a hollow tree and lived in these
            strait quarters for some while. Now and then he would go out to gather a
            few herbs and eat them, and drink a little water. And so he lived, for
            many days.

            "Now a herd from a neighbouring farm (the master's name was Bi) would
            some days bring his cows to pasture in this valley, where Saint Kevin
            lived as a hermit. And God, being minded to show His servant Kevin to
            men, made a cow from that herd
            come daily to Saint Kevin in his hollow; and it would lick the Saint's
            clothes. And towards evening when she would hear the lowing of the herd
            returning, sated with green grass and well watered, and the high
            shouting of the herdsmen driving their beasts, she would hurry to the
            front of the herd, content with her own pasture.

            "And every day as the herd made its way from the lap of the mountain
            into the valley, that cow would steal away from the rest, and come to
            the man of God. And every day she did as on the first day. And that cow
            had abundance of milk past belief, from the touch of the garments of the
            man of God. And the byremen, marvelling at the rich streams of milk from
            her, spoke of it to the master. And he said to the herdsman, 'Do you
            know what has come to that cow?' The herd knew nothing of it and his
            master said, 'Keep a close eye on her, and see where she gets her good
            favour from.'

            "So the next day the herdsman left his charge to the youngsters and
            himself followed after the cow, wherever she went. And the cow took her
            wonted track to the hollow tree, in which Saint Kevin lived. And the
            herdsman, finding her licking the Saint's coat, stood agape; and then he
            fell to threatening the cow, and miscalling the man of God as a
            countryman might.

            "And the Saint was ill-pleased, for he feared that the man would betray
            his presence there. And then the herdsman drove the beasts home to the
            byre. But when they had got tot he farm, the cows and calves fell into
            such a frenzy that the mothers did not know their own calves and would
            have killed them. The herdsman, terrified, told his master what he had
            seen in the valley, and at his bidding, came straight back to Saint
            Kevin, and fell on his knees and begged God's Saint to grant him his
            forgiveness.

            "The Saint adjured him, and he vowed not to betray him; for Saint Kevin
            did not know that the story was already told. The man had his pardon,
            and was given holy water; and when he sprinkled it on the cows and
            calves, they recognised one another with the old love between them, and
            were tame again on the spot. But the fame of Saint Kevin was carried
            over the whole countryside. And it came to the ears of some of the older
            saints, Eogan and Lochan and Enna, that Saint Kevin was in that deserted
            valley; and they took him away with them, against his will, to his
            monastery. . . ." (Plummer).

            In the end Saint Kevin went back to the place where he had been a hermit
            in his youth and built a monastery there for those who followed him. He
            went off by himself, about a mile away, and built a hut for his
            dwelling. He forbade the monks to visit him unless it was urgent. He had
            the wild animals for company.

            .........Kevin probably discovered this cave when he went to that area
            to start a new church. When they reached the village then called Cnoc
            Rua ("RedHill"), they found their way blocked by a woods, and they
            stopped.
            "Why did you stop?" said Kevin.
            "There are trees in the way," they said.
            "Don't worry," Kevin told them. "Just keep walking."
            They walked toward the woods, and the trees fell down in front of them
            to make a road. Kevin blessed the wood and promised "hell and a short
            life to any one who should burn either green wood or dry from this wood
            till doom". That is how the village got its name, Holy Wood ("Sanctum
            Nemus" in medieval records), which by the 16th century became Hollywood.
            It is also called "Cillín Chaoibhín" in Irish, which means "Kevin's
            Chapel".

            After seven years Kevin built himself an oratory of osiers and still
            lived alone. One day the huntsmen of the King of Leinster, Brandubh,
            came into the glen with hounds following a boar. The boar sought refuge
            in Kevin's oratory, but the hounds did not follow him in. Instead, they
            lay on their chests outside, before the gate.

            "And there was Kevin praying under a tree, and a crowd of birds perched
            on his shoulders and his hands, and flitting about him, singing to the
            Saint of God. The huntsman looked; and dumbfounded he took his way back
            with his hounds, and for the sake of the holy solitary's blessing, let
            the boar go free. He told the marvel that he had seen to the King and to
            all of them.
            And there were times that the boughs and the leaves of the trees would
            sing sweet songs to Saint Kevin, that the melody of heaven might lighten
            his sore travail" (Plummer).

            "Colman, son of Carbri, chief of the fourth of the men of northern
            Leinster, in his youth took to wife a woman of rank, but since their
            habits did in no way agree, sent her away, and took another in her
            place. Now the woman thus dismissed was wise and dangerous in the magic
            arts, and being passionate against her husband, Colman, the chief, she
            brought to death all the children of the other by her incantations; for
            as soon as she heard that a son or daughter had been born to him, she
            would come from wherever she was to stand over the dun where the child
            lay, and sing magic songs, until the little creature was dead.

            "So, when a little son was born to him in his old age, he was
            straightway baptized, lest he should die through her witchcraft
            unchristened; and he was called Faolain. And then the chief his father
            sent him to Saint Kevin, that he might protect him by the strength of
            God from this woman, and bring him up in the ways of the world. And he
            offered him to Saint Kevin, promising that he and his seed after him
            should be buried by the house of Saint Kevin for ever, and should serve
            him, if Faolain should escape alive.

            "And so Saint Kevin took the child gladly, and brought him up as a
            layman should be, even as his father had said; and he loved him dearly.
            But Saint Kevin knew not where to look for new milk to feed the small
            babe, because women and cows were far from his monastery; and he prayed
            to God to give him some assistance in the matter. And God sent Saint
            Kevin a doe from the mountain near by, and on her milk the babe Faolain
            was reared. Twice a day until the child was grown, the doe would come to
            Saint Kevin's monastery, and there be milked by one of the brethren, and
            go back in all gentleness to her pasture.

            [Another version tells us that the doe was killed by a she-wolf. When
            Kevin saw this, he commanded the wolf to provide the milk and the wolf
            obeyed.]

            "But there came a day when the brother, milking her out of doors, set
            down the vessel with the milk on the ground; and up came a greedy rook
            intent upon a drink, and with its beak upset both pail and milk on the
            ground. And seeing it, Saint Kevin spoke to the rook.

            "'For long enough,' said he, 'shalt thou and thy race do penance for
            this crime. For on the day of my departure to heaven, there shall be
            much preparing of beef, and ye shall not eat thereof. And if any one of
            you make so bold as to touch so much as the blood or the offal of the
            cattle that shall be slain during those days, he shall die on the spot.
            And everywhere shall be merrymaking, but ye on the heights of these
            mountains that stand round us shall be sad, cawing and having the law of
            one another for very dismalness.' And this marvel is fulfilled every
            year unto this day, even as the Saint foretold" (Plummer).

            "After these things the Angel of God came to Saint Kevin saying, 'O
            Saint of God, God hath sent me to thee, to bring thee to the place which
            the Lord hath appointed thee, to the east of the lesser lake, and there
            thou shalt be with thy brethren; for in that place shall thy
            resurrection be.'

            "Saint Kevin said, 'If it had not displeased my Lord, in this place
            where I have borne travail for Christ, I would fain have remained until
            my death.'

            "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou wilt go with thy monks to this place,
            there shall be many of the sons of life in it until the end of the
            world, and when thou art gone thy monks shall have a sufficiency of this
            world's goods. And many thousands of blessed souls shall rise with thee
            from that place, to the kingdom of heaven.'

            "Said Saint Kevin, 'Indeed, O holy messenger, it is not possible for
            monks to dwell in that valley hemmed in by the mountains, unless God
            should aid them by His power.'

            "Then answered the Angel, 'Hear these words, O man of God. Fifty men of
            thy monks, if thou wilt have it so, shall God fill with heavenly bread,
            and naught of earthly sustenance at all, if they remain of one spirit in
            Christ after thy death; and to each of them that dies shall another
            succeed in the fear and the love of God, in habit and in vow, until the
            Day of Judgement.'

            "Said Saint Kevin, 'I like it not that there should be so few monks
            after me in that place.'

            "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou likest it not that there should be so
            few in that place, then shall many thousands live there, without stint
            or poverty, God supplying their worldly store, for ever. And thou from
            thy heavenly seat shalt rule thy family on earth, even as thou wilt, in
            Christ. And by God's aid, thou shalt rule thy monks here and hereafter.
            For this place shall be holy and revered; the kings and the great ones
            of Ireland shall make it glorious to the glory of God because of thee,
            in lands, in silver and in gold, in precious stones and silken raiment,
            in treasures from over sea, and the delights of kings, and rich shall be
            its harvest fields. A great city shall rise there. And the burial place
            of thy monks shall be most sacred, and none that lie beneath its soil
            shall know the pains of hell. And verily if thou shouldst will that
            these four mountains which close this valley in should be levelled into
            rich and gentle meadow lands, beyond question thy God will do it for
            thee.'

            "Said Saint Kevin, 'I have no wish that the creatures of God should be
            moved because of me; my God can help that place in some other fashion.
            And moreover, all the wild creatures on these mountains are my house
            mates, gentle and familiar to me, and they would be said of this that
            thou hast said.' And in such discourse the Angel of God and Saint Kevin
            made their way
            across the waters of the lake" (Plummer).

            "At one Lenten season, Saint Kevin, as was his way, fled from the
            company of men to a certain solitude, and in a little hut that did but
            keep out the sun and the rain, gave himself earnestly to reading and to
            prayer, and his leisure to contemplation alone. And as he knelt in his
            accustomed fashion, with his had outstretched through the window and
            lifted up to heaven, a blackbird settled on it, and busying herself as
            in her nest, laid in it an egg. And so moved was the Saint that in all
            patience and gentleness
            he remained, neither closing nor withdrawing his hand; but until the
            young ones were fully hatched he held it out unwearied, shaping it for
            the purpose. And for a sign of perpetual remembrance of this thing, all
            the images of Saint Kevin throughout Ireland show a blackbird in his
            outstretched hand" (Giraldus Cambrensis).

            An icon (127k) of Saint Kevin with the blackbird painted by a hermit nun
            living at Glendalough
            http://groups.yahoo.com/group/temporary-celt/message/7575
            A smaller version of this icon (42k)
            http://groups.yahoo.com/group/temporary-celt/message/7576

            Saint Kevin is one of the patrons of Dublin. His feast is celebrated
            throughout Ireland.

            Troparion of St Kevin tone 8
            Thou wast privileged to live in the age of Saints O Father Kevin/ being
            baptized by one saint, taught by another and buried by a third./ Pray to
            God that He will raise up saints in our day/ to help, support and guide
            us into the way of salvation.

            Icons of Saint Kevin:
            1) http://www.nauticom.net/www/grevin/
            (painted by Nick Pappas)
            2) http://www.cybercom.net/~htm/mounted-k.htm
            (prints for purchasing)
            3) http://www.nireland.com/orthodox/Kevin.gif


            Some articles and photographs of Saint Kevin's Glendalough:--

            1) MONASTIC IRELAND: Glendalough Co. Wicklow
            http://dublin-jubilee.com/monastic/glenda.html

            2) http://ubik.virtual-pc.com/aduffy/monastic/monastic4.html

            3) The Church of Saint Kevin at Glandalough
            http://www.prismnet.com/~hilarion/church_kevin.html

            4) The Round Tower at Glendalough
            http://www.rrutledge.com/ireland/wicklow/tower.html

            5) A Virtual Tour of Glendalough
            http://www.wicklow.ie/tours/glen.html

            6) Irish Monastic Sites in photographs
            http://homepage.tinet.ie/~frduffy/monastic/monastic.html

            7) St Kevin's Kitchen, etc

            http://www.vitruvio.ch/arc/medieval/romanesque/ireland/stkevins.htm



            For more stories about Saint Kevin you can visit
            http://indigo.ie/~legends/kevin.html



            St. Cronan the Tanner
            ------------------------------
            Died 617. Saint Cronan was a disciple of Saint Kevin (Benedictines).


            St. Glunshallaich
            ----------------------
            7th century. Saint Kevin preached the Gospel and the Holy Spirit led the
            heart of the Irish Saint Glunshallaich to conversion. He became penitent
            for the balance of his life. He was buried at Glendalough in the same
            grave as his evangelist (Benedictines).

            Troparion of St Glunshallaich tone 1
            O holy Glunshallaich, having been converted by the holy Abbot Kevin/
            thou wast his fellow labourer and constant companion,/ not even being
            parted from him in the grave,/ with him, intercede to God that our souls
            may be saved.
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              Celtic and Old English Saints 3 June

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              * St. Kevin of Glendalough
              * St. Cronan the Tanner
              * St. Glunshallaich
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              St. Kevin of Glendalough, Abbot
              --------------------------------------------
              (Coaimhghin, Coemgen, Keivin)

              Born at Fort of the White Fountain in Leinster, Ireland; died c. 618.
              Kevin was born of Irish royalty, but that doesn't tell us much because
              there were as many kings in Ireland as there were saints in Cornwall. He
              was baptized as Kevin or Coemgen, which means the "Fair-begotten" by
              Saint Cronan. As a boy he was sent to be educated at a monastery, where
              he was fortunate enough to be a pupil of Saint Petroc of Cornwall, who
              was then in Ireland. Kevin is best remembered as the abbot-founder of
              Glendalough, County Wicklow, one of the most famous abbeys of Ireland.
              After his ordination he settled as a hermit in the scenic Valley of the
              Two Lakes by the Upper Lake, led there by an angel. This is at a place
              now marked by a cave called "Saint Kevin's Bed," which was formerly a
              Bronze Age tomb that he reused, and the Teampull na Skelling (the rock
              church). After seven years as a solitary living on nettles and herbs, he
              was persuaded to founded a monastery at Disert-Coemgen for the many
              disciples he attracted. He made a pilgrimage to Rome and brought back
              many relics for his foundation.
              When the number who gathered around him became too numerous for the
              site, the monastery was moved after his death (at age 120) down to the
              Lower Lake. Still more churches were added to the east of the site
              during the abbacy of Laurence O'Toole. Glendalough has always been a
              popular pilgrimage site.

              Kevin's extant vita may be based on actual facts although the earliest
              was recorded about 400 years after his death. He is said to have fed his
              community for some time on salmon supplied by an otter. (Unfortunately,
              one of the monks wanted to make a
              pair of warm gloves out of the otter's hide; the otter guessed what was
              on his mind and was careful never to appear again!) He visited Saint
              Ciaran of Clonmacnoise just before his death and Ciaran gave him his
              bell. (Attwater, Benedictines, Delaney, Encyclopaedia, Farmer, Gill,
              Montague, White).

              "Wandering by himself though lonely places, the blessed Kevin came one
              day upon a glen set in a hollow of the hills and lovely with running
              water. For there were two lakes, and clear streams here and there
              flowing down from the mountains. And he went up the valley to the head
              of the glen where it narrows; there is a lake there, and the mountains
              very high above it; it lies at their feet, and they rise from its very
              verge. This valley used to be called in the Irish Glen De, but now it is
              called Glen da Lough, that is the glen of the two lakes. And Saint Kevin
              settled himself beside the lake in a hollow tree and lived in these
              strait quarters for some while. Now and then he would go out to gather a
              few herbs and eat them, and drink a little water. And so he lived, for
              many days.

              "Now a herd from a neighbouring farm (the master's name was Bi) would
              some days bring his cows to pasture in this valley, where Saint Kevin
              lived as a hermit. And God, being minded to show His servant Kevin to
              men, made a cow from that herd
              come daily to Saint Kevin in his hollow; and it would lick the Saint's
              clothes. And towards evening when she would hear the lowing of the herd
              returning, sated with green grass and well watered, and the high
              shouting of the herdsmen driving their beasts, she would hurry to the
              front of the herd, content with her own pasture.

              "And every day as the herd made its way from the lap of the mountain
              into the valley, that cow would steal away from the rest, and come to
              the man of God. And every day she did as on the first day. And that cow
              had abundance of milk past belief, from the touch of the garments of the
              man of God. And the byremen, marvelling at the rich streams of milk from
              her, spoke of it to the master. And he said to the herdsman, 'Do you
              know what has come to that cow?' The herd knew nothing of it and his
              master said, 'Keep a close eye on her, and see where she gets her good
              favour from.'

              "So the next day the herdsman left his charge to the youngsters and
              himself followed after the cow, wherever she went. And the cow took her
              wonted track to the hollow tree, in which Saint Kevin lived. And the
              herdsman, finding her licking the Saint's coat, stood agape; and then he
              fell to threatening the cow, and miscalling the man of God as a
              countryman might.

              "And the Saint was ill-pleased, for he feared that the man would betray
              his presence there. And then the herdsman drove the beasts home to the
              byre. But when they had got tot he farm, the cows and calves fell into
              such a frenzy that the mothers did not know their own calves and would
              have killed them. The herdsman, terrified, told his master what he had
              seen in the valley, and at his bidding, came straight back to Saint
              Kevin, and fell on his knees and begged God's Saint to grant him his
              forgiveness.

              "The Saint adjured him, and he vowed not to betray him; for Saint Kevin
              did not know that the story was already told. The man had his pardon,
              and was given holy water; and when he sprinkled it on the cows and
              calves, they recognised one another with the old love between them, and
              were tame again on the spot. But the fame of Saint Kevin was carried
              over the whole countryside. And it came to the ears of some of the older
              saints, Eogan and Lochan and Enna, that Saint Kevin was in that deserted
              valley; and they took him away with them, against his will, to his
              monastery. . . ." (Plummer).

              In the end Saint Kevin went back to the place where he had been a hermit
              in his youth and built a monastery there for those who followed him. He
              went off by himself, about a mile away, and built a hut for his
              dwelling. He forbade the monks to visit him unless it was urgent. He had
              the wild animals for company.

              .........Kevin probably discovered this cave when he went to that area
              to start a new church. When they reached the village then called Cnoc
              Rua ("RedHill"), they found their way blocked by a woods, and they
              stopped.
              "Why did you stop?" said Kevin.
              "There are trees in the way," they said.
              "Don't worry," Kevin told them. "Just keep walking."
              They walked toward the woods, and the trees fell down in front of them
              to make a road. Kevin blessed the wood and promised "hell and a short
              life to any one who should burn either green wood or dry from this wood
              till doom". That is how the village got its name, Holy Wood ("Sanctum
              Nemus" in medieval records), which by the 16th century became Hollywood.
              It is also called "Cillнn Chaoibhнn" in Irish, which means "Kevin's
              Chapel".

              After seven years Kevin built himself an oratory of osiers and still
              lived alone. One day the huntsmen of the King of Leinster, Brandubh,
              came into the glen with hounds following a boar. The boar sought refuge
              in Kevin's oratory, but the hounds did not follow him in. Instead, they
              lay on their chests outside, before the gate.

              "And there was Kevin praying under a tree, and a crowd of birds perched
              on his shoulders and his hands, and flitting about him, singing to the
              Saint of God. The huntsman looked; and dumbfounded he took his way back
              with his hounds, and for the sake of the holy solitary's blessing, let
              the boar go free. He told the marvel that he had seen to the King and to
              all of them.
              And there were times that the boughs and the leaves of the trees would
              sing sweet songs to Saint Kevin, that the melody of heaven might lighten
              his sore travail" (Plummer).

              "Colman, son of Carbri, chief of the fourth of the men of northern
              Leinster, in his youth took to wife a woman of rank, but since their
              habits did in no way agree, sent her away, and took another in her
              place. Now the woman thus dismissed was wise and dangerous in the magic
              arts, and being passionate against her husband, Colman, the chief, she
              brought to death all the children of the other by her incantations; for
              as soon as she heard that a son or daughter had been born to him, she
              would come from wherever she was to stand over the dun where the child
              lay, and sing magic songs, until the little creature was dead.

              "So, when a little son was born to him in his old age, he was
              straightway baptized, lest he should die through her witchcraft
              unchristened; and he was called Faolain. And then the chief his father
              sent him to Saint Kevin, that he might protect him by the strength of
              God from this woman, and bring him up in the ways of the world. And he
              offered him to Saint Kevin, promising that he and his seed after him
              should be buried by the house of Saint Kevin for ever, and should serve
              him, if Faolain should escape alive.

              "And so Saint Kevin took the child gladly, and brought him up as a
              layman should be, even as his father had said; and he loved him dearly.
              But Saint Kevin knew not where to look for new milk to feed the small
              babe, because women and cows were far from his monastery; and he prayed
              to God to give him some assistance in the matter. And God sent Saint
              Kevin a doe from the mountain near by, and on her milk the babe Faolain
              was reared. Twice a day until the child was grown, the doe would come to
              Saint Kevin's monastery, and there be milked by one of the brethren, and
              go back in all gentleness to her pasture.

              [Another version tells us that the doe was killed by a she-wolf. When
              Kevin saw this, he commanded the wolf to provide the milk and the wolf
              obeyed.]

              "But there came a day when the brother, milking her out of doors, set
              down the vessel with the milk on the ground; and up came a greedy rook
              intent upon a drink, and with its beak upset both pail and milk on the
              ground. And seeing it, Saint Kevin spoke to the rook.

              "'For long enough,' said he, 'shalt thou and thy race do penance for
              this crime. For on the day of my departure to heaven, there shall be
              much preparing of beef, and ye shall not eat thereof. And if any one of
              you make so bold as to touch so much as the blood or the offal of the
              cattle that shall be slain during those days, he shall die on the spot.
              And everywhere shall be merrymaking, but ye on the heights of these
              mountains that stand round us shall be sad, cawing and having the law of
              one another for very dismalness.' And this marvel is fulfilled every
              year unto this day, even as the Saint foretold" (Plummer).

              "After these things the Angel of God came to Saint Kevin saying, 'O
              Saint of God, God hath sent me to thee, to bring thee to the place which
              the Lord hath appointed thee, to the east of the lesser lake, and there
              thou shalt be with thy brethren; for in that place shall thy
              resurrection be.'

              "Saint Kevin said, 'If it had not displeased my Lord, in this place
              where I have borne travail for Christ, I would fain have remained until
              my death.'

              "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou wilt go with thy monks to this place,
              there shall be many of the sons of life in it until the end of the
              world, and when thou art gone thy monks shall have a sufficiency of this
              world's goods. And many thousands of blessed souls shall rise with thee
              from that place, to the kingdom of heaven.'

              "Said Saint Kevin, 'Indeed, O holy messenger, it is not possible for
              monks to dwell in that valley hemmed in by the mountains, unless God
              should aid them by His power.'

              "Then answered the Angel, 'Hear these words, O man of God. Fifty men of
              thy monks, if thou wilt have it so, shall God fill with heavenly bread,
              and naught of earthly sustenance at all, if they remain of one spirit in
              Christ after thy death; and to each of them that dies shall another
              succeed in the fear and the love of God, in habit and in vow, until the
              Day of Judgement.'

              "Said Saint Kevin, 'I like it not that there should be so few monks
              after me in that place.'

              "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou likest it not that there should be so
              few in that place, then shall many thousands live there, without stint
              or poverty, God supplying their worldly store, for ever. And thou from
              thy heavenly seat shalt rule thy family on earth, even as thou wilt, in
              Christ. And by God's aid, thou shalt rule thy monks here and hereafter.
              For this place shall be holy and revered; the kings and the great ones
              of Ireland shall make it glorious to the glory of God because of thee,
              in lands, in silver and in gold, in precious stones and silken raiment,
              in treasures from over sea, and the delights of kings, and rich shall be
              its harvest fields. A great city shall rise there. And the burial place
              of thy monks shall be most sacred, and none that lie beneath its soil
              shall know the pains of hell. And verily if thou shouldst will that
              these four mountains which close this valley in should be levelled into
              rich and gentle meadow lands, beyond question thy God will do it for
              thee.'

              "Said Saint Kevin, 'I have no wish that the creatures of God should be
              moved because of me; my God can help that place in some other fashion.
              And moreover, all the wild creatures on these mountains are my house
              mates, gentle and familiar to me, and they would be said of this that
              thou hast said.' And in such discourse the Angel of God and Saint Kevin
              made their way
              across the waters of the lake" (Plummer).

              "At one Lenten season, Saint Kevin, as was his way, fled from the
              company of men to a certain solitude, and in a little hut that did but
              keep out the sun and the rain, gave himself earnestly to reading and to
              prayer, and his leisure to contemplation alone. And as he knelt in his
              accustomed fashion, with his had outstretched through the window and
              lifted up to heaven, a blackbird settled on it, and busying herself as
              in her nest, laid in it an egg. And so moved was the Saint that in all
              patience and gentleness
              he remained, neither closing nor withdrawing his hand; but until the
              young ones were fully hatched he held it out unwearied, shaping it for
              the purpose. And for a sign of perpetual remembrance of this thing, all
              the images of Saint Kevin throughout Ireland show a blackbird in his
              outstretched hand" (Giraldus Cambrensis).

              Two Icons of Saint Kevin may be viewed at
              http://photos.groups.yahoo.com/group/celt-saints/lst


              Saint Kevin is one of the patrons of Dublin. His feast is celebrated
              throughout Ireland.

              Troparion of St Kevin tone 8
              Thou wast privileged to live in the age of Saints O Father Kevin/ being
              baptized by one saint, taught by another and buried by a third./ Pray to
              God that He will raise up saints in our day/ to help, support and guide
              us into the way of salvation.

              Icons of Saint Kevin:
              1) http://www.nauticom.net/www/grevin/
              (painted by Nick Pappas)
              2) http://www.cybercom.net/~htm/mounted-k.htm
              (prints for purchasing)
              3) http://www.nireland.com/orthodox/Kevin.gif


              Some articles and photographs of Saint Kevin's Glendalough:--

              1) MONASTIC IRELAND: Glendalough Co. Wicklow
              http://dublin-jubilee.com/monastic/glenda.html

              2) http://ubik.virtual-pc.com/aduffy/monastic/monastic4.html

              3) The Church of Saint Kevin at Glandalough
              http://www.prismnet.com/~hilarion/church_kevin.html

              4) The Round Tower at Glendalough
              http://www.rrutledge.com/ireland/wicklow/tower.html

              5) A Virtual Tour of Glendalough
              http://www.wicklow.ie/tours/glen.html

              6) Irish Monastic Sites in photographs
              http://homepage.tinet.ie/~frduffy/monastic/monastic.html

              7) St Kevin's Kitchen, etc

              http://www.vitruvio.ch/arc/medieval/romanesque/ireland/stkevins.htm



              For more stories about Saint Kevin you can visit
              http://indigo.ie/~legends/kevin.html



              St. Cronan the Tanner
              ------------------------------
              Died 617. Saint Cronan was a disciple of Saint Kevin (Benedictines).


              St. Glunshallaich
              ----------------------
              7th century. Saint Kevin preached the Gospel and the Holy Spirit led the
              heart of the Irish Saint Glunshallaich to conversion. He became penitent
              for the balance of his life. He was buried at Glendalough in the same
              grave as his evangelist (Benedictines).

              Troparion of St Glunshallaich tone 1
              O holy Glunshallaich, having been converted by the holy Abbot Kevin/
              thou wast his fellow labourer and constant companion,/ not even being
              parted from him in the grave,/ with him, intercede to God that our souls
              may be saved.
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                * St. Kevin of Glendalough
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                St. Kevin of Glendalough, Abbot
                --------------------------------------------
                (Coaimhghin, Coemgen, Keivin)

                Born at Fort of the White Fountain in Leinster, Ireland; died c. 618.
                Kevin was born of Irish royalty, but that doesn't tell us much because
                there were as many kings in Ireland as there were saints in Cornwall. He
                was baptized as Kevin or Coemgen, which means the "Fair-begotten" by
                Saint Cronan. As a boy he was sent to be educated at a monastery, where
                he was fortunate enough to be a pupil of Saint Petroc of Cornwall, who
                was then in Ireland. Kevin is best remembered as the abbot-founder of
                Glendalough, County Wicklow, one of the most famous abbeys of Ireland.
                After his ordination he settled as a hermit in the scenic Valley of the
                Two Lakes by the Upper Lake, led there by an angel. This is at a place
                now marked by a cave called "Saint Kevin's Bed," which was formerly a
                Bronze Age tomb that he reused, and the Teampull na Skelling (the rock
                church). After seven years as a solitary living on nettles and herbs, he
                was persuaded to founded a monastery at Disert-Coemgen for the many
                disciples he attracted. He made a pilgrimage to Rome and brought back
                many relics for his foundation.
                When the number who gathered around him became too numerous for the
                site, the monastery was moved after his death (at age 120) down to the
                Lower Lake. Still more churches were added to the east of the site
                during the abbacy of Laurence O'Toole. Glendalough has always been a
                popular pilgrimage site.

                Kevin's extant vita may be based on actual facts although the earliest
                was recorded about 400 years after his death. He is said to have fed his
                community for some time on salmon supplied by an otter. (Unfortunately,
                one of the monks wanted to make a
                pair of warm gloves out of the otter's hide; the otter guessed what was
                on his mind and was careful never to appear again!) He visited Saint
                Ciaran of Clonmacnoise just before his death and Ciaran gave him his
                bell. (Attwater, Benedictines, Delaney, Encyclopaedia, Farmer, Gill,
                Montague, White).

                "Wandering by himself though lonely places, the blessed Kevin came one
                day upon a glen set in a hollow of the hills and lovely with running
                water. For there were two lakes, and clear streams here and there
                flowing down from the mountains. And he went up the valley to the head
                of the glen where it narrows; there is a lake there, and the mountains
                very high above it; it lies at their feet, and they rise from its very
                verge. This valley used to be called in the Irish Glen De, but now it is
                called Glen da Lough, that is the glen of the two lakes. And Saint Kevin
                settled himself beside the lake in a hollow tree and lived in these
                strait quarters for some while. Now and then he would go out to gather a
                few herbs and eat them, and drink a little water. And so he lived, for
                many days.

                "Now a herd from a neighbouring farm (the master's name was Bi) would
                some days bring his cows to pasture in this valley, where Saint Kevin
                lived as a hermit. And God, being minded to show His servant Kevin to
                men, made a cow from that herd
                come daily to Saint Kevin in his hollow; and it would lick the Saint's
                clothes. And towards evening when she would hear the lowing of the herd
                returning, sated with green grass and well watered, and the high
                shouting of the herdsmen driving their beasts, she would hurry to the
                front of the herd, content with her own pasture.

                "And every day as the herd made its way from the lap of the mountain
                into the valley, that cow would steal away from the rest, and come to
                the man of God. And every day she did as on the first day. And that cow
                had abundance of milk past belief, from the touch of the garments of the
                man of God. And the byremen, marvelling at the rich streams of milk from
                her, spoke of it to the master. And he said to the herdsman, 'Do you
                know what has come to that cow?' The herd knew nothing of it and his
                master said, 'Keep a close eye on her, and see where she gets her good
                favour from.'

                "So the next day the herdsman left his charge to the youngsters and
                himself followed after the cow, wherever she went. And the cow took her
                wonted track to the hollow tree, in which Saint Kevin lived. And the
                herdsman, finding her licking the Saint's coat, stood agape; and then he
                fell to threatening the cow, and miscalling the man of God as a
                countryman might.

                "And the Saint was ill-pleased, for he feared that the man would betray
                his presence there. And then the herdsman drove the beasts home to the
                byre. But when they had got tot he farm, the cows and calves fell into
                such a frenzy that the mothers did not know their own calves and would
                have killed them. The herdsman, terrified, told his master what he had
                seen in the valley, and at his bidding, came straight back to Saint
                Kevin, and fell on his knees and begged God's Saint to grant him his
                forgiveness.

                "The Saint adjured him, and he vowed not to betray him; for Saint Kevin
                did not know that the story was already told. The man had his pardon,
                and was given holy water; and when he sprinkled it on the cows and
                calves, they recognised one another with the old love between them, and
                were tame again on the spot. But the fame of Saint Kevin was carried
                over the whole countryside. And it came to the ears of some of the older
                saints, Eogan and Lochan and Enna, that Saint Kevin was in that deserted
                valley; and they took him away with them, against his will, to his
                monastery. . . ." (Plummer).

                In the end Saint Kevin went back to the place where he had been a hermit
                in his youth and built a monastery there for those who followed him. He
                went off by himself, about a mile away, and built a hut for his
                dwelling. He forbade the monks to visit him unless it was urgent. He had
                the wild animals for company.

                .........Kevin probably discovered this cave when he went to that area
                to start a new church. When they reached the village then called Cnoc
                Rua ("RedHill"), they found their way blocked by a woods, and they
                stopped.
                "Why did you stop?" said Kevin.
                "There are trees in the way," they said.
                "Don't worry," Kevin told them. "Just keep walking."
                They walked toward the woods, and the trees fell down in front of them
                to make a road. Kevin blessed the wood and promised "hell and a short
                life to any one who should burn either green wood or dry from this wood
                till doom". That is how the village got its name, Holy Wood ("Sanctum
                Nemus" in medieval records), which by the 16th century became Hollywood.
                It is also called "Cillín Chaoibhín" in Irish, which means "Kevin's
                Chapel".

                After seven years Kevin built himself an oratory of osiers and still
                lived alone. One day the huntsmen of the King of Leinster, Brandubh,
                came into the glen with hounds following a boar. The boar sought refuge
                in Kevin's oratory, but the hounds did not follow him in. Instead, they
                lay on their chests outside, before the gate.

                "And there was Kevin praying under a tree, and a crowd of birds perched
                on his shoulders and his hands, and flitting about him, singing to the
                Saint of God. The huntsman looked; and dumbfounded he took his way back
                with his hounds, and for the sake of the holy solitary's blessing, let
                the boar go free. He told the marvel that he had seen to the King and to
                all of them.
                And there were times that the boughs and the leaves of the trees would
                sing sweet songs to Saint Kevin, that the melody of heaven might lighten
                his sore travail" (Plummer).

                "Colman, son of Carbri, chief of the fourth of the men of northern
                Leinster, in his youth took to wife a woman of rank, but since their
                habits did in no way agree, sent her away, and took another in her
                place. Now the woman thus dismissed was wise and dangerous in the magic
                arts, and being passionate against her husband, Colman, the chief, she
                brought to death all the children of the other by her incantations; for
                as soon as she heard that a son or daughter had been born to him, she
                would come from wherever she was to stand over the dun where the child
                lay, and sing magic songs, until the little creature was dead.

                "So, when a little son was born to him in his old age, he was
                straightway baptized, lest he should die through her witchcraft
                unchristened; and he was called Faolain. And then the chief his father
                sent him to Saint Kevin, that he might protect him by the strength of
                God from this woman, and bring him up in the ways of the world. And he
                offered him to Saint Kevin, promising that he and his seed after him
                should be buried by the house of Saint Kevin for ever, and should serve
                him, if Faolain should escape alive.

                "And so Saint Kevin took the child gladly, and brought him up as a
                layman should be, even as his father had said; and he loved him dearly.
                But Saint Kevin knew not where to look for new milk to feed the small
                babe, because women and cows were far from his monastery; and he prayed
                to God to give him some assistance in the matter. And God sent Saint
                Kevin a doe from the mountain near by, and on her milk the babe Faolain
                was reared. Twice a day until the child was grown, the doe would come to
                Saint Kevin's monastery, and there be milked by one of the brethren, and
                go back in all gentleness to her pasture.

                [Another version tells us that the doe was killed by a she-wolf. When
                Kevin saw this, he commanded the wolf to provide the milk and the wolf
                obeyed.]

                "But there came a day when the brother, milking her out of doors, set
                down the vessel with the milk on the ground; and up came a greedy rook
                intent upon a drink, and with its beak upset both pail and milk on the
                ground. And seeing it, Saint Kevin spoke to the rook.

                "'For long enough,' said he, 'shalt thou and thy race do penance for
                this crime. For on the day of my departure to heaven, there shall be
                much preparing of beef, and ye shall not eat thereof. And if any one of
                you make so bold as to touch so much as the blood or the offal of the
                cattle that shall be slain during those days, he shall die on the spot.
                And everywhere shall be merrymaking, but ye on the heights of these
                mountains that stand round us shall be sad, cawing and having the law of
                one another for very dismalness.' And this marvel is fulfilled every
                year unto this day, even as the Saint foretold" (Plummer).

                "After these things the Angel of God came to Saint Kevin saying, 'O
                Saint of God, God hath sent me to thee, to bring thee to the place which
                the Lord hath appointed thee, to the east of the lesser lake, and there
                thou shalt be with thy brethren; for in that place shall thy
                resurrection be.'

                "Saint Kevin said, 'If it had not displeased my Lord, in this place
                where I have borne travail for Christ, I would fain have remained until
                my death.'

                "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou wilt go with thy monks to this place,
                there shall be many of the sons of life in it until the end of the
                world, and when thou art gone thy monks shall have a sufficiency of this
                world's goods. And many thousands of blessed souls shall rise with thee
                from that place, to the kingdom of heaven.'

                "Said Saint Kevin, 'Indeed, O holy messenger, it is not possible for
                monks to dwell in that valley hemmed in by the mountains, unless God
                should aid them by His power.'

                "Then answered the Angel, 'Hear these words, O man of God. Fifty men of
                thy monks, if thou wilt have it so, shall God fill with heavenly bread,
                and naught of earthly sustenance at all, if they remain of one spirit in
                Christ after thy death; and to each of them that dies shall another
                succeed in the fear and the love of God, in habit and in vow, until the
                Day of Judgement.'

                "Said Saint Kevin, 'I like it not that there should be so few monks
                after me in that place.'

                "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou likest it not that there should be so
                few in that place, then shall many thousands live there, without stint
                or poverty, God supplying their worldly store, for ever. And thou from
                thy heavenly seat shalt rule thy family on earth, even as thou wilt, in
                Christ. And by God's aid, thou shalt rule thy monks here and hereafter.
                For this place shall be holy and revered; the kings and the great ones
                of Ireland shall make it glorious to the glory of God because of thee,
                in lands, in silver and in gold, in precious stones and silken raiment,
                in treasures from over sea, and the delights of kings, and rich shall be
                its harvest fields. A great city shall rise there. And the burial place
                of thy monks shall be most sacred, and none that lie beneath its soil
                shall know the pains of hell. And verily if thou shouldst will that
                these four mountains which close this valley in should be levelled into
                rich and gentle meadow lands, beyond question thy God will do it for
                thee.'

                "Said Saint Kevin, 'I have no wish that the creatures of God should be
                moved because of me; my God can help that place in some other fashion.
                And moreover, all the wild creatures on these mountains are my house
                mates, gentle and familiar to me, and they would be said of this that
                thou hast said.' And in such discourse the Angel of God and Saint Kevin
                made their way
                across the waters of the lake" (Plummer).

                "At one Lenten season, Saint Kevin, as was his way, fled from the
                company of men to a certain solitude, and in a little hut that did but
                keep out the sun and the rain, gave himself earnestly to reading and to
                prayer, and his leisure to contemplation alone. And as he knelt in his
                accustomed fashion, with his had outstretched through the window and
                lifted up to heaven, a blackbird settled on it, and busying herself as
                in her nest, laid in it an egg. And so moved was the Saint that in all
                patience and gentleness
                he remained, neither closing nor withdrawing his hand; but until the
                young ones were fully hatched he held it out unwearied, shaping it for
                the purpose. And for a sign of perpetual remembrance of this thing, all
                the images of Saint Kevin throughout Ireland show a blackbird in his
                outstretched hand" (Giraldus Cambrensis).

                Commemoration (Vespers and Matins)
                of Our Venerable Father Kevin,
                Abbot of Glendalough,
                Wonder-worker of All Ireland
                http://www.orthodoxengland.btinternet.co.uk/servkevi.htm


                Two Icons of Saint Kevin may be viewed at
                http://photos.groups.yahoo.com/group/celt-saints/lst


                Saint Kevin is one of the patrons of Dublin. His feast is celebrated
                throughout Ireland.

                Troparion of St Kevin tone 8
                Thou wast privileged to live in the age of Saints O Father Kevin/ being
                baptized by one saint, taught by another and buried by a third./ Pray to
                God that He will raise up saints in our day/ to help, support and guide
                us into the way of salvation.

                Icons of Saint Kevin:
                1) http://www.nauticom.net/www/grevin/
                (painted by Nick Pappas)
                2) http://www.cybercom.net/~htm/mounted-k.htm
                (prints for purchasing)

                Some articles and photographs of Saint Kevin's Glendalough:--

                1) MONASTIC IRELAND: Glendalough Co. Wicklow
                http://dublin-jubilee.com/monastic/glenda.html

                2) http://ubik.virtual-pc.com/aduffy/monastic/monastic4.html

                3) The Church of Saint Kevin at Glandalough
                http://www.prismnet.com/~hilarion/church_kevin.html

                4) The Round Tower at Glendalough
                http://www.rrutledge.com/ireland/wicklow/tower.html

                5) A Virtual Tour of Glendalough
                http://www.wicklow.ie/tours/glen.html

                6) Irish Monastic Sites in photographs
                http://homepage.tinet.ie/~frduffy/monastic/monastic.html

                7) St Kevin's Kitchen, etc

                http://www.vitruvio.ch/arc/medieval/romanesque/ireland/stkevins.htm



                For more stories about Saint Kevin you can visit
                http://indigo.ie/~legends/kevin.html



                St. Cronan the Tanner
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                Died 617. Saint Cronan was a disciple of Saint Kevin (Benedictines).


                St. Glunshallaich
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                7th century. Saint Kevin preached the Gospel and the Holy Spirit led the
                heart of the Irish Saint Glunshallaich to conversion. He became penitent
                for the balance of his life. He was buried at Glendalough in the same
                grave as his evangelist (Benedictines).

                Troparion of St Glunshallaich tone 1
                O holy Glunshallaich, having been converted by the holy Abbot Kevin/
                thou wast his fellow labourer and constant companion,/ not even being
                parted from him in the grave,/ with him, intercede to God that our souls
                may be saved.
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                  St. Kevin of Glendalough, Abbot
                  --------------------------------------------
                  (Coaimhghin, Coemgen, Keivin)

                  Born at Fort of the White Fountain in Leinster, Ireland; died c. 618.
                  Kevin was born of Irish royalty, but that doesn't tell us much because
                  there were as many kings in Ireland as there were saints in Cornwall. He
                  was baptized as Kevin or Coemgen, which means the "Fair-begotten" by
                  Saint Cronan. As a boy he was sent to be educated at a monastery, where
                  he was fortunate enough to be a pupil of Saint Petroc of Cornwall, who
                  was then in Ireland. Kevin is best remembered as the abbot-founder of
                  Glendalough, County Wicklow, one of the most famous abbeys of Ireland.
                  After his ordination he settled as a hermit in the scenic Valley of the
                  Two Lakes by the Upper Lake, led there by an angel. This is at a place
                  now marked by a cave called "Saint Kevin's Bed," which was formerly a
                  Bronze Age tomb that he reused, and the Teampull na Skelling (the rock
                  church). After seven years as a solitary living on nettles and herbs, he
                  was persuaded to founded a monastery at Disert-Coemgen for the many
                  disciples he attracted. He made a pilgrimage to Rome and brought back
                  many relics for his foundation.
                  When the number who gathered around him became too numerous for the
                  site, the monastery was moved after his death (at age 120) down to the
                  Lower Lake. Still more churches were added to the east of the site
                  during the abbacy of Laurence O'Toole. Glendalough has always been a
                  popular pilgrimage site.

                  Kevin's extant vita may be based on actual facts although the earliest
                  was recorded about 400 years after his death. He is said to have fed his
                  community for some time on salmon supplied by an otter. (Unfortunately,
                  one of the monks wanted to make a
                  pair of warm gloves out of the otter's hide; the otter guessed what was
                  on his mind and was careful never to appear again!) He visited Saint
                  Ciaran of Clonmacnoise just before his death and Ciaran gave him his
                  bell. (Attwater, Benedictines, Delaney, Encyclopaedia, Farmer, Gill,
                  Montague, White).

                  "Wandering by himself though lonely places, the blessed Kevin came one
                  day upon a glen set in a hollow of the hills and lovely with running
                  water. For there were two lakes, and clear streams here and there
                  flowing down from the mountains. And he went up the valley to the head
                  of the glen where it narrows; there is a lake there, and the mountains
                  very high above it; it lies at their feet, and they rise from its very
                  verge. This valley used to be called in the Irish Glen De, but now it is
                  called Glen da Lough, that is the glen of the two lakes. And Saint Kevin
                  settled himself beside the lake in a hollow tree and lived in these
                  strait quarters for some while. Now and then he would go out to gather a
                  few herbs and eat them, and drink a little water. And so he lived, for
                  many days.

                  "Now a herd from a neighbouring farm (the master's name was Bi) would
                  some days bring his cows to pasture in this valley, where Saint Kevin
                  lived as a hermit. And God, being minded to show His servant Kevin to
                  men, made a cow from that herd
                  come daily to Saint Kevin in his hollow; and it would lick the Saint's
                  clothes. And towards evening when she would hear the lowing of the herd
                  returning, sated with green grass and well watered, and the high
                  shouting of the herdsmen driving their beasts, she would hurry to the
                  front of the herd, content with her own pasture.

                  "And every day as the herd made its way from the lap of the mountain
                  into the valley, that cow would steal away from the rest, and come to
                  the man of God. And every day she did as on the first day. And that cow
                  had abundance of milk past belief, from the touch of the garments of the
                  man of God. And the byremen, marvelling at the rich streams of milk from
                  her, spoke of it to the master. And he said to the herdsman, 'Do you
                  know what has come to that cow?' The herd knew nothing of it and his
                  master said, 'Keep a close eye on her, and see where she gets her good
                  favour from.'

                  "So the next day the herdsman left his charge to the youngsters and
                  himself followed after the cow, wherever she went. And the cow took her
                  wonted track to the hollow tree, in which Saint Kevin lived. And the
                  herdsman, finding her licking the Saint's coat, stood agape; and then he
                  fell to threatening the cow, and miscalling the man of God as a
                  countryman might.

                  "And the Saint was ill-pleased, for he feared that the man would betray
                  his presence there. And then the herdsman drove the beasts home to the
                  byre. But when they had got tot he farm, the cows and calves fell into
                  such a frenzy that the mothers did not know their own calves and would
                  have killed them. The herdsman, terrified, told his master what he had
                  seen in the valley, and at his bidding, came straight back to Saint
                  Kevin, and fell on his knees and begged God's Saint to grant him his
                  forgiveness.

                  "The Saint adjured him, and he vowed not to betray him; for Saint Kevin
                  did not know that the story was already told. The man had his pardon,
                  and was given holy water; and when he sprinkled it on the cows and
                  calves, they recognised one another with the old love between them, and
                  were tame again on the spot. But the fame of Saint Kevin was carried
                  over the whole countryside. And it came to the ears of some of the older
                  saints, Eogan and Lochan and Enna, that Saint Kevin was in that deserted
                  valley; and they took him away with them, against his will, to his
                  monastery. . . ." (Plummer).

                  In the end Saint Kevin went back to the place where he had been a hermit
                  in his youth and built a monastery there for those who followed him. He
                  went off by himself, about a mile away, and built a hut for his
                  dwelling. He forbade the monks to visit him unless it was urgent. He had
                  the wild animals for company.

                  .........Kevin probably discovered this cave when he went to that area
                  to start a new church. When they reached the village then called Cnoc
                  Rua ("RedHill"), they found their way blocked by a woods, and they
                  stopped.
                  "Why did you stop?" said Kevin.
                  "There are trees in the way," they said.
                  "Don't worry," Kevin told them. "Just keep walking."
                  They walked toward the woods, and the trees fell down in front of them
                  to make a road. Kevin blessed the wood and promised "hell and a short
                  life to any one who should burn either green wood or dry from this wood
                  till doom". That is how the village got its name, Holy Wood ("Sanctum
                  Nemus" in medieval records), which by the 16th century became Hollywood.
                  It is also called "Cillín Chaoibhín" in Irish, which means "Kevin's
                  Chapel".

                  After seven years Kevin built himself an oratory of osiers and still
                  lived alone. One day the huntsmen of the King of Leinster, Brandubh,
                  came into the glen with hounds following a boar. The boar sought refuge
                  in Kevin's oratory, but the hounds did not follow him in. Instead, they
                  lay on their chests outside, before the gate.

                  "And there was Kevin praying under a tree, and a crowd of birds perched
                  on his shoulders and his hands, and flitting about him, singing to the
                  Saint of God. The huntsman looked; and dumbfounded he took his way back
                  with his hounds, and for the sake of the holy solitary's blessing, let
                  the boar go free. He told the marvel that he had seen to the King and to
                  all of them.
                  And there were times that the boughs and the leaves of the trees would
                  sing sweet songs to Saint Kevin, that the melody of heaven might lighten
                  his sore travail" (Plummer).

                  "Colman, son of Carbri, chief of the fourth of the men of northern
                  Leinster, in his youth took to wife a woman of rank, but since their
                  habits did in no way agree, sent her away, and took another in her
                  place. Now the woman thus dismissed was wise and dangerous in the magic
                  arts, and being passionate against her husband, Colman, the chief, she
                  brought to death all the children of the other by her incantations; for
                  as soon as she heard that a son or daughter had been born to him, she
                  would come from wherever she was to stand over the dun where the child
                  lay, and sing magic songs, until the little creature was dead.

                  "So, when a little son was born to him in his old age, he was
                  straightway baptized, lest he should die through her witchcraft
                  unchristened; and he was called Faolain. And then the chief his father
                  sent him to Saint Kevin, that he might protect him by the strength of
                  God from this woman, and bring him up in the ways of the world. And he
                  offered him to Saint Kevin, promising that he and his seed after him
                  should be buried by the house of Saint Kevin for ever, and should serve
                  him, if Faolain should escape alive.

                  "And so Saint Kevin took the child gladly, and brought him up as a
                  layman should be, even as his father had said; and he loved him dearly.
                  But Saint Kevin knew not where to look for new milk to feed the small
                  babe, because women and cows were far from his monastery; and he prayed
                  to God to give him some assistance in the matter. And God sent Saint
                  Kevin a doe from the mountain near by, and on her milk the babe Faolain
                  was reared. Twice a day until the child was grown, the doe would come to
                  Saint Kevin's monastery, and there be milked by one of the brethren, and
                  go back in all gentleness to her pasture.

                  [Another version tells us that the doe was killed by a she-wolf. When
                  Kevin saw this, he commanded the wolf to provide the milk and the wolf
                  obeyed.]

                  "But there came a day when the brother, milking her out of doors, set
                  down the vessel with the milk on the ground; and up came a greedy rook
                  intent upon a drink, and with its beak upset both pail and milk on the
                  ground. And seeing it, Saint Kevin spoke to the rook.

                  "'For long enough,' said he, 'shalt thou and thy race do penance for
                  this crime. For on the day of my departure to heaven, there shall be
                  much preparing of beef, and ye shall not eat thereof. And if any one of
                  you make so bold as to touch so much as the blood or the offal of the
                  cattle that shall be slain during those days, he shall die on the spot.
                  And everywhere shall be merrymaking, but ye on the heights of these
                  mountains that stand round us shall be sad, cawing and having the law of
                  one another for very dismalness.' And this marvel is fulfilled every
                  year unto this day, even as the Saint foretold" (Plummer).

                  "After these things the Angel of God came to Saint Kevin saying, 'O
                  Saint of God, God hath sent me to thee, to bring thee to the place which
                  the Lord hath appointed thee, to the east of the lesser lake, and there
                  thou shalt be with thy brethren; for in that place shall thy
                  resurrection be.'

                  "Saint Kevin said, 'If it had not displeased my Lord, in this place
                  where I have borne travail for Christ, I would fain have remained until
                  my death.'

                  "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou wilt go with thy monks to this place,
                  there shall be many of the sons of life in it until the end of the
                  world, and when thou art gone thy monks shall have a sufficiency of this
                  world's goods. And many thousands of blessed souls shall rise with thee
                  from that place, to the kingdom of heaven.'

                  "Said Saint Kevin, 'Indeed, O holy messenger, it is not possible for
                  monks to dwell in that valley hemmed in by the mountains, unless God
                  should aid them by His power.'

                  "Then answered the Angel, 'Hear these words, O man of God. Fifty men of
                  thy monks, if thou wilt have it so, shall God fill with heavenly bread,
                  and naught of earthly sustenance at all, if they remain of one spirit in
                  Christ after thy death; and to each of them that dies shall another
                  succeed in the fear and the love of God, in habit and in vow, until the
                  Day of Judgement.'

                  "Said Saint Kevin, 'I like it not that there should be so few monks
                  after me in that place.'

                  "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou likest it not that there should be so
                  few in that place, then shall many thousands live there, without stint
                  or poverty, God supplying their worldly store, for ever. And thou from
                  thy heavenly seat shalt rule thy family on earth, even as thou wilt, in
                  Christ. And by God's aid, thou shalt rule thy monks here and hereafter.
                  For this place shall be holy and revered; the kings and the great ones
                  of Ireland shall make it glorious to the glory of God because of thee,
                  in lands, in silver and in gold, in precious stones and silken raiment,
                  in treasures from over sea, and the delights of kings, and rich shall be
                  its harvest fields. A great city shall rise there. And the burial place
                  of thy monks shall be most sacred, and none that lie beneath its soil
                  shall know the pains of hell. And verily if thou shouldst will that
                  these four mountains which close this valley in should be levelled into
                  rich and gentle meadow lands, beyond question thy God will do it for
                  thee.'

                  "Said Saint Kevin, 'I have no wish that the creatures of God should be
                  moved because of me; my God can help that place in some other fashion.
                  And moreover, all the wild creatures on these mountains are my house
                  mates, gentle and familiar to me, and they would be said of this that
                  thou hast said.' And in such discourse the Angel of God and Saint Kevin
                  made their way
                  across the waters of the lake" (Plummer).

                  "At one Lenten season, Saint Kevin, as was his way, fled from the
                  company of men to a certain solitude, and in a little hut that did but
                  keep out the sun and the rain, gave himself earnestly to reading and to
                  prayer, and his leisure to contemplation alone. And as he knelt in his
                  accustomed fashion, with his had outstretched through the window and
                  lifted up to heaven, a blackbird settled on it, and busying herself as
                  in her nest, laid in it an egg. And so moved was the Saint that in all
                  patience and gentleness
                  he remained, neither closing nor withdrawing his hand; but until the
                  young ones were fully hatched he held it out unwearied, shaping it for
                  the purpose. And for a sign of perpetual remembrance of this thing, all
                  the images of Saint Kevin throughout Ireland show a blackbird in his
                  outstretched hand" (Giraldus Cambrensis).

                  Commemoration (Vespers and Matins)
                  of Our Venerable Father Kevin,
                  Abbot of Glendalough,
                  Wonder-worker of All Ireland
                  http://www.orthodoxengland.btinternet.co.uk/servkevi.htm


                  Two Icons of Saint Kevin may be viewed at
                  http://photos.groups.yahoo.com/group/celt-saints/lst


                  Saint Kevin is one of the patrons of Dublin. His feast is celebrated
                  throughout Ireland.

                  Troparion of St Kevin tone 8
                  Thou wast privileged to live in the age of Saints O Father Kevin/ being
                  baptized by one saint, taught by another and buried by a third./ Pray to
                  God that He will raise up saints in our day/ to help, support and guide
                  us into the way of salvation.

                  Icons of Saint Kevin:
                  1) http://www.nauticom.net/www/grevin/
                  (painted by Nick Pappas)
                  2) http://www.cybercom.net/~htm/mounted-k.htm
                  (prints for purchasing)

                  Some articles and photographs of Saint Kevin's Glendalough:--

                  1) MONASTIC IRELAND: Glendalough Co. Wicklow
                  http://dublin-jubilee.com/monastic/glenda.html

                  2) http://ubik.virtual-pc.com/aduffy/monastic/monastic4.html

                  3) The Church of Saint Kevin at Glandalough
                  http://www.prismnet.com/~hilarion/church_kevin.html

                  4) The Round Tower at Glendalough
                  http://www.rrutledge.com/ireland/wicklow/tower.html

                  5) A Virtual Tour of Glendalough
                  http://www.wicklow.ie/tours/glen.html

                  6) Irish Monastic Sites in photographs
                  http://homepage.tinet.ie/~frduffy/monastic/monastic.html

                  7) St Kevin's Kitchen, etc

                  http://www.vitruvio.ch/arc/medieval/romanesque/ireland/stkevins.htm



                  For more stories about Saint Kevin you can visit
                  http://indigo.ie/~legends/kevin.html



                  St. Cronan the Tanner
                  ------------------------------
                  Died 617. Saint Cronan was a disciple of Saint Kevin (Benedictines).


                  St. Glunshallaich
                  ----------------------
                  7th century. Saint Kevin preached the Gospel and the Holy Spirit led the
                  heart of the Irish Saint Glunshallaich to conversion. He became penitent
                  for the balance of his life. He was buried at Glendalough in the same
                  grave as his evangelist (Benedictines).

                  Troparion of St Glunshallaich tone 1
                  O holy Glunshallaich, having been converted by the holy Abbot Kevin/
                  thou wast his fellow labourer and constant companion,/ not even being
                  parted from him in the grave,/ with him, intercede to God that our souls
                  may be saved.
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                    St. Kevin of Glendalough, Abbot
                    --------------------------------------------
                    (Coaimhghin, Coemgen, Keivin)

                    Born at Fort of the White Fountain in Leinster, Ireland; died c. 618.
                    Kevin was born of Irish royalty, but that doesn't tell us much because
                    there were as many kings in Ireland as there were saints in Cornwall. He
                    was baptized as Kevin or Coemgen, which means the "Fair-begotten" by
                    Saint Cronan. As a boy he was sent to be educated at a monastery, where
                    he was fortunate enough to be a pupil of Saint Petroc of Cornwall, who
                    was then in Ireland. Kevin is best remembered as the abbot-founder of
                    Glendalough, County Wicklow, one of the most famous abbeys of Ireland.
                    After his ordination he settled as a hermit in the scenic Valley of the
                    Two Lakes by the Upper Lake, led there by an angel. This is at a place
                    now marked by a cave called "Saint Kevin's Bed," which was formerly a
                    Bronze Age tomb that he reused, and the Teampull na Skelling (the rock
                    church). After seven years as a solitary living on nettles and herbs, he
                    was persuaded to founded a monastery at Disert-Coemgen for the many
                    disciples he attracted. He made a pilgrimage to Rome and brought back
                    many relics for his foundation.
                    When the number who gathered around him became too numerous for the
                    site, the monastery was moved after his death (at age 120) down to the
                    Lower Lake. Still more churches were added to the east of the site
                    during the abbacy of Laurence O'Toole. Glendalough has always been a
                    popular pilgrimage site.

                    Kevin's extant vita may be based on actual facts although the earliest
                    was recorded about 400 years after his death. He is said to have fed his
                    community for some time on salmon supplied by an otter. (Unfortunately,
                    one of the monks wanted to make a
                    pair of warm gloves out of the otter's hide; the otter guessed what was
                    on his mind and was careful never to appear again!) He visited Saint
                    Ciaran of Clonmacnoise just before his death and Ciaran gave him his
                    bell. (Attwater, Benedictines, Delaney, Encyclopaedia, Farmer, Gill,
                    Montague, White).

                    "Wandering by himself though lonely places, the blessed Kevin came one
                    day upon a glen set in a hollow of the hills and lovely with running
                    water. For there were two lakes, and clear streams here and there
                    flowing down from the mountains. And he went up the valley to the head
                    of the glen where it narrows; there is a lake there, and the mountains
                    very high above it; it lies at their feet, and they rise from its very
                    verge. This valley used to be called in the Irish Glen De, but now it is
                    called Glen da Lough, that is the glen of the two lakes. And Saint Kevin
                    settled himself beside the lake in a hollow tree and lived in these
                    strait quarters for some while. Now and then he would go out to gather a
                    few herbs and eat them, and drink a little water. And so he lived, for
                    many days.

                    "Now a herd from a neighbouring farm (the master's name was Bi) would
                    some days bring his cows to pasture in this valley, where Saint Kevin
                    lived as a hermit. And God, being minded to show His servant Kevin to
                    men, made a cow from that herd
                    come daily to Saint Kevin in his hollow; and it would lick the Saint's
                    clothes. And towards evening when she would hear the lowing of the herd
                    returning, sated with green grass and well watered, and the high
                    shouting of the herdsmen driving their beasts, she would hurry to the
                    front of the herd, content with her own pasture.

                    "And every day as the herd made its way from the lap of the mountain
                    into the valley, that cow would steal away from the rest, and come to
                    the man of God. And every day she did as on the first day. And that cow
                    had abundance of milk past belief, from the touch of the garments of the
                    man of God. And the byremen, marvelling at the rich streams of milk from
                    her, spoke of it to the master. And he said to the herdsman, 'Do you
                    know what has come to that cow?' The herd knew nothing of it and his
                    master said, 'Keep a close eye on her, and see where she gets her good
                    favour from.'

                    "So the next day the herdsman left his charge to the youngsters and
                    himself followed after the cow, wherever she went. And the cow took her
                    wonted track to the hollow tree, in which Saint Kevin lived. And the
                    herdsman, finding her licking the Saint's coat, stood agape; and then he
                    fell to threatening the cow, and miscalling the man of God as a
                    countryman might.

                    "And the Saint was ill-pleased, for he feared that the man would betray
                    his presence there. And then the herdsman drove the beasts home to the
                    byre. But when they had got tot he farm, the cows and calves fell into
                    such a frenzy that the mothers did not know their own calves and would
                    have killed them. The herdsman, terrified, told his master what he had
                    seen in the valley, and at his bidding, came straight back to Saint
                    Kevin, and fell on his knees and begged God's Saint to grant him his
                    forgiveness.

                    "The Saint adjured him, and he vowed not to betray him; for Saint Kevin
                    did not know that the story was already told. The man had his pardon,
                    and was given holy water; and when he sprinkled it on the cows and
                    calves, they recognised one another with the old love between them, and
                    were tame again on the spot. But the fame of Saint Kevin was carried
                    over the whole countryside. And it came to the ears of some of the older
                    saints, Eogan and Lochan and Enna, that Saint Kevin was in that deserted
                    valley; and they took him away with them, against his will, to his
                    monastery. . . ." (Plummer).

                    In the end Saint Kevin went back to the place where he had been a hermit
                    in his youth and built a monastery there for those who followed him. He
                    went off by himself, about a mile away, and built a hut for his
                    dwelling. He forbade the monks to visit him unless it was urgent. He had
                    the wild animals for company.

                    .........Kevin probably discovered this cave when he went to that area
                    to start a new church. When they reached the village then called Cnoc
                    Rua ("RedHill"), they found their way blocked by a woods, and they
                    stopped.
                    "Why did you stop?" said Kevin.
                    "There are trees in the way," they said.
                    "Don't worry," Kevin told them. "Just keep walking."
                    They walked toward the woods, and the trees fell down in front of them
                    to make a road. Kevin blessed the wood and promised "hell and a short
                    life to any one who should burn either green wood or dry from this wood
                    till doom". That is how the village got its name, Holy Wood ("Sanctum
                    Nemus" in medieval records), which by the 16th century became Hollywood.
                    It is also called "Cillín Chaoibhín" in Irish, which means "Kevin's
                    Chapel".

                    After seven years Kevin built himself an oratory of osiers and still
                    lived alone. One day the huntsmen of the King of Leinster, Brandubh,
                    came into the glen with hounds following a boar. The boar sought refuge
                    in Kevin's oratory, but the hounds did not follow him in. Instead, they
                    lay on their chests outside, before the gate.

                    "And there was Kevin praying under a tree, and a crowd of birds perched
                    on his shoulders and his hands, and flitting about him, singing to the
                    Saint of God. The huntsman looked; and dumbfounded he took his way back
                    with his hounds, and for the sake of the holy solitary's blessing, let
                    the boar go free. He told the marvel that he had seen to the King and to
                    all of them.
                    And there were times that the boughs and the leaves of the trees would
                    sing sweet songs to Saint Kevin, that the melody of heaven might lighten
                    his sore travail" (Plummer).

                    "Colman, son of Carbri, chief of the fourth of the men of northern
                    Leinster, in his youth took to wife a woman of rank, but since their
                    habits did in no way agree, sent her away, and took another in her
                    place. Now the woman thus dismissed was wise and dangerous in the magic
                    arts, and being passionate against her husband, Colman, the chief, she
                    brought to death all the children of the other by her incantations; for
                    as soon as she heard that a son or daughter had been born to him, she
                    would come from wherever she was to stand over the dun where the child
                    lay, and sing magic songs, until the little creature was dead.

                    "So, when a little son was born to him in his old age, he was
                    straightway baptized, lest he should die through her witchcraft
                    unchristened; and he was called Faolain. And then the chief his father
                    sent him to Saint Kevin, that he might protect him by the strength of
                    God from this woman, and bring him up in the ways of the world. And he
                    offered him to Saint Kevin, promising that he and his seed after him
                    should be buried by the house of Saint Kevin for ever, and should serve
                    him, if Faolain should escape alive.

                    "And so Saint Kevin took the child gladly, and brought him up as a
                    layman should be, even as his father had said; and he loved him dearly.
                    But Saint Kevin knew not where to look for new milk to feed the small
                    babe, because women and cows were far from his monastery; and he prayed
                    to God to give him some assistance in the matter. And God sent Saint
                    Kevin a doe from the mountain near by, and on her milk the babe Faolain
                    was reared. Twice a day until the child was grown, the doe would come to
                    Saint Kevin's monastery, and there be milked by one of the brethren, and
                    go back in all gentleness to her pasture.

                    [Another version tells us that the doe was killed by a she-wolf. When
                    Kevin saw this, he commanded the wolf to provide the milk and the wolf
                    obeyed.]

                    "But there came a day when the brother, milking her out of doors, set
                    down the vessel with the milk on the ground; and up came a greedy rook
                    intent upon a drink, and with its beak upset both pail and milk on the
                    ground. And seeing it, Saint Kevin spoke to the rook.

                    "'For long enough,' said he, 'shalt thou and thy race do penance for
                    this crime. For on the day of my departure to heaven, there shall be
                    much preparing of beef, and ye shall not eat thereof. And if any one of
                    you make so bold as to touch so much as the blood or the offal of the
                    cattle that shall be slain during those days, he shall die on the spot.
                    And everywhere shall be merrymaking, but ye on the heights of these
                    mountains that stand round us shall be sad, cawing and having the law of
                    one another for very dismalness.' And this marvel is fulfilled every
                    year unto this day, even as the Saint foretold" (Plummer).

                    "After these things the Angel of God came to Saint Kevin saying, 'O
                    Saint of God, God hath sent me to thee, to bring thee to the place which
                    the Lord hath appointed thee, to the east of the lesser lake, and there
                    thou shalt be with thy brethren; for in that place shall thy
                    resurrection be.'

                    "Saint Kevin said, 'If it had not displeased my Lord, in this place
                    where I have borne travail for Christ, I would fain have remained until
                    my death.'

                    "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou wilt go with thy monks to this place,
                    there shall be many of the sons of life in it until the end of the
                    world, and when thou art gone thy monks shall have a sufficiency of this
                    world's goods. And many thousands of blessed souls shall rise with thee
                    from that place, to the kingdom of heaven.'

                    "Said Saint Kevin, 'Indeed, O holy messenger, it is not possible for
                    monks to dwell in that valley hemmed in by the mountains, unless God
                    should aid them by His power.'

                    "Then answered the Angel, 'Hear these words, O man of God. Fifty men of
                    thy monks, if thou wilt have it so, shall God fill with heavenly bread,
                    and naught of earthly sustenance at all, if they remain of one spirit in
                    Christ after thy death; and to each of them that dies shall another
                    succeed in the fear and the love of God, in habit and in vow, until the
                    Day of Judgement.'

                    "Said Saint Kevin, 'I like it not that there should be so few monks
                    after me in that place.'

                    "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou likest it not that there should be so
                    few in that place, then shall many thousands live there, without stint
                    or poverty, God supplying their worldly store, for ever. And thou from
                    thy heavenly seat shalt rule thy family on earth, even as thou wilt, in
                    Christ. And by God's aid, thou shalt rule thy monks here and hereafter.
                    For this place shall be holy and revered; the kings and the great ones
                    of Ireland shall make it glorious to the glory of God because of thee,
                    in lands, in silver and in gold, in precious stones and silken raiment,
                    in treasures from over sea, and the delights of kings, and rich shall be
                    its harvest fields. A great city shall rise there. And the burial place
                    of thy monks shall be most sacred, and none that lie beneath its soil
                    shall know the pains of hell. And verily if thou shouldst will that
                    these four mountains which close this valley in should be levelled into
                    rich and gentle meadow lands, beyond question thy God will do it for
                    thee.'

                    "Said Saint Kevin, 'I have no wish that the creatures of God should be
                    moved because of me; my God can help that place in some other fashion.
                    And moreover, all the wild creatures on these mountains are my house
                    mates, gentle and familiar to me, and they would be said of this that
                    thou hast said.' And in such discourse the Angel of God and Saint Kevin
                    made their way
                    across the waters of the lake" (Plummer).

                    "At one Lenten season, Saint Kevin, as was his way, fled from the
                    company of men to a certain solitude, and in a little hut that did but
                    keep out the sun and the rain, gave himself earnestly to reading and to
                    prayer, and his leisure to contemplation alone. And as he knelt in his
                    accustomed fashion, with his had outstretched through the window and
                    lifted up to heaven, a blackbird settled on it, and busying herself as
                    in her nest, laid in it an egg. And so moved was the Saint that in all
                    patience and gentleness
                    he remained, neither closing nor withdrawing his hand; but until the
                    young ones were fully hatched he held it out unwearied, shaping it for
                    the purpose. And for a sign of perpetual remembrance of this thing, all
                    the images of Saint Kevin throughout Ireland show a blackbird in his
                    outstretched hand" (Giraldus Cambrensis).

                    Commemoration (Vespers and Matins)
                    of Our Venerable Father Kevin,
                    Abbot of Glendalough,
                    Wonder-worker of All Ireland
                    http://www.orthodoxengland.btinternet.co.uk/servkevi.htm


                    Saint Kevin is one of the patrons of Dublin. His feast is celebrated
                    throughout Ireland.

                    Troparion of St Kevin tone 8
                    Thou wast privileged to live in the age of Saints O Father Kevin/ being
                    baptized by one saint, taught by another and buried by a third./ Pray to
                    God that He will raise up saints in our day/ to help, support and guide
                    us into the way of salvation.

                    Icons of Saint Kevin:
                    http://www.allmercifulsavior.com/icons/Icons-Kevin.htm##1


                    Some articles and photographs of Saint Kevin's Glendalough:--

                    1) MONASTIC IRELAND: Glendalough Co. Wicklow
                    http://dublin-jubilee.com/monastic/glenda.html

                    2) http://ubik.virtual-pc.com/aduffy/monastic/monastic4.html

                    3) The Church of Saint Kevin at Glandalough
                    http://www.prismnet.com/~hilarion/church_kevin.html

                    4) The Round Tower at Glendalough
                    http://www.rrutledge.com/ireland/wicklow/tower.html

                    5) A Virtual Tour of Glendalough
                    http://www.wicklow.ie/tours/glen.html

                    6) Irish Monastic Sites in photographs
                    http://homepage.tinet.ie/~frduffy/monastic/monastic.html

                    7) St Kevin's Kitchen, etc

                    http://www.vitruvio.ch/arc/medieval/romanesque/ireland/stkevins.htm



                    For more stories about Saint Kevin you can visit
                    http://indigo.ie/~legends/kevin.html



                    St. Cronan the Tanner
                    ------------------------------
                    Died 617. Saint Cronan was a disciple of Saint Kevin (Benedictines).


                    St. Glunshallaich
                    ----------------------
                    7th century. Saint Kevin preached the Gospel and the Holy Spirit led the
                    heart of the Irish Saint Glunshallaich to conversion. He became penitent
                    for the balance of his life. He was buried at Glendalough in the same
                    grave as his evangelist (Benedictines).

                    Troparion of St Glunshallaich tone 1
                    O holy Glunshallaich, having been converted by the holy Abbot Kevin/
                    thou wast his fellow labourer and constant companion,/ not even being
                    parted from him in the grave,/ with him, intercede to God that our souls
                    may be saved.
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                      * St. Cronan the Tanner
                      * St. Glunshallaich
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                      St. Kevin of Glendalough, Abbot
                      --------------------------------------------
                      (Coaimhghin, Coemgen, Keivin)

                      Born at Fort of the White Fountain in Leinster, Ireland; died c. 618.
                      Kevin was born of Irish royalty, but that doesn't tell us much because
                      there were as many kings in Ireland as there were saints in Cornwall. He
                      was baptized as Kevin or Coemgen, which means the "Fair-begotten" by
                      Saint Cronan. As a boy he was sent to be educated at a monastery, where
                      he was fortunate enough to be a pupil of Saint Petroc of Cornwall, who
                      was then in Ireland. Kevin is best remembered as the abbot-founder of
                      Glendalough, County Wicklow, one of the most famous abbeys of Ireland.
                      After his ordination he settled as a hermit in the scenic Valley of the
                      Two Lakes by the Upper Lake, led there by an angel. This is at a place
                      now marked by a cave called "Saint Kevin's Bed," which was formerly a
                      Bronze Age tomb that he reused, and the Teampull na Skelling (the rock
                      church). After seven years as a solitary living on nettles and herbs, he
                      was persuaded to founded a monastery at Disert-Coemgen for the many
                      disciples he attracted. He made a pilgrimage to Rome and brought back
                      many relics for his foundation.
                      When the number who gathered around him became too numerous for the
                      site, the monastery was moved after his death (at age 120) down to the
                      Lower Lake. Still more churches were added to the east of the site
                      during the abbacy of Laurence O'Toole. Glendalough has always been a
                      popular pilgrimage site.

                      Kevin's extant vita may be based on actual facts although the earliest
                      was recorded about 400 years after his death. He is said to have fed his
                      community for some time on salmon supplied by an otter. (Unfortunately,
                      one of the monks wanted to make a
                      pair of warm gloves out of the otter's hide; the otter guessed what was
                      on his mind and was careful never to appear again!) He visited Saint
                      Ciaran of Clonmacnoise just before his death and Ciaran gave him his
                      bell. (Attwater, Benedictines, Delaney, Encyclopaedia, Farmer, Gill,
                      Montague, White).

                      "Wandering by himself though lonely places, the blessed Kevin came one
                      day upon a glen set in a hollow of the hills and lovely with running
                      water. For there were two lakes, and clear streams here and there
                      flowing down from the mountains. And he went up the valley to the head
                      of the glen where it narrows; there is a lake there, and the mountains
                      very high above it; it lies at their feet, and they rise from its very
                      verge. This valley used to be called in the Irish Glen De, but now it is
                      called Glen da Lough, that is the glen of the two lakes. And Saint Kevin
                      settled himself beside the lake in a hollow tree and lived in these
                      strait quarters for some while. Now and then he would go out to gather a
                      few herbs and eat them, and drink a little water. And so he lived, for
                      many days.

                      "Now a herd from a neighbouring farm (the master's name was Bi) would
                      some days bring his cows to pasture in this valley, where Saint Kevin
                      lived as a hermit. And God, being minded to show His servant Kevin to
                      men, made a cow from that herd
                      come daily to Saint Kevin in his hollow; and it would lick the Saint's
                      clothes. And towards evening when she would hear the lowing of the herd
                      returning, sated with green grass and well watered, and the high
                      shouting of the herdsmen driving their beasts, she would hurry to the
                      front of the herd, content with her own pasture.

                      "And every day as the herd made its way from the lap of the mountain
                      into the valley, that cow would steal away from the rest, and come to
                      the man of God. And every day she did as on the first day. And that cow
                      had abundance of milk past belief, from the touch of the garments of the
                      man of God. And the byremen, marvelling at the rich streams of milk from
                      her, spoke of it to the master. And he said to the herdsman, 'Do you
                      know what has come to that cow?' The herd knew nothing of it and his
                      master said, 'Keep a close eye on her, and see where she gets her good
                      favour from.'

                      "So the next day the herdsman left his charge to the youngsters and
                      himself followed after the cow, wherever she went. And the cow took her
                      wonted track to the hollow tree, in which Saint Kevin lived. And the
                      herdsman, finding her licking the Saint's coat, stood agape; and then he
                      fell to threatening the cow, and miscalling the man of God as a
                      countryman might.

                      "And the Saint was ill-pleased, for he feared that the man would betray
                      his presence there. And then the herdsman drove the beasts home to the
                      byre. But when they had got tot he farm, the cows and calves fell into
                      such a frenzy that the mothers did not know their own calves and would
                      have killed them. The herdsman, terrified, told his master what he had
                      seen in the valley, and at his bidding, came straight back to Saint
                      Kevin, and fell on his knees and begged God's Saint to grant him his
                      forgiveness.

                      "The Saint adjured him, and he vowed not to betray him; for Saint Kevin
                      did not know that the story was already told. The man had his pardon,
                      and was given holy water; and when he sprinkled it on the cows and
                      calves, they recognised one another with the old love between them, and
                      were tame again on the spot. But the fame of Saint Kevin was carried
                      over the whole countryside. And it came to the ears of some of the older
                      saints, Eogan and Lochan and Enna, that Saint Kevin was in that deserted
                      valley; and they took him away with them, against his will, to his
                      monastery. . . ." (Plummer).

                      In the end Saint Kevin went back to the place where he had been a hermit
                      in his youth and built a monastery there for those who followed him. He
                      went off by himself, about a mile away, and built a hut for his
                      dwelling. He forbade the monks to visit him unless it was urgent. He had
                      the wild animals for company.

                      .........Kevin probably discovered this cave when he went to that area
                      to start a new church. When they reached the village then called Cnoc
                      Rua ("RedHill"), they found their way blocked by a woods, and they
                      stopped.
                      "Why did you stop?" said Kevin.
                      "There are trees in the way," they said.
                      "Don't worry," Kevin told them. "Just keep walking."
                      They walked toward the woods, and the trees fell down in front of them
                      to make a road. Kevin blessed the wood and promised "hell and a short
                      life to any one who should burn either green wood or dry from this wood
                      till doom". That is how the village got its name, Holy Wood ("Sanctum
                      Nemus" in medieval records), which by the 16th century became Hollywood.
                      It is also called "Cillín Chaoibhín" in Irish, which means "Kevin's
                      Chapel".

                      After seven years Kevin built himself an oratory of osiers and still
                      lived alone. One day the huntsmen of the King of Leinster, Brandubh,
                      came into the glen with hounds following a boar. The boar sought refuge
                      in Kevin's oratory, but the hounds did not follow him in. Instead, they
                      lay on their chests outside, before the gate.

                      "And there was Kevin praying under a tree, and a crowd of birds perched
                      on his shoulders and his hands, and flitting about him, singing to the
                      Saint of God. The huntsman looked; and dumbfounded he took his way back
                      with his hounds, and for the sake of the holy solitary's blessing, let
                      the boar go free. He told the marvel that he had seen to the King and to
                      all of them.
                      And there were times that the boughs and the leaves of the trees would
                      sing sweet songs to Saint Kevin, that the melody of heaven might lighten
                      his sore travail" (Plummer).

                      "Colman, son of Carbri, chief of the fourth of the men of northern
                      Leinster, in his youth took to wife a woman of rank, but since their
                      habits did in no way agree, sent her away, and took another in her
                      place. Now the woman thus dismissed was wise and dangerous in the magic
                      arts, and being passionate against her husband, Colman, the chief, she
                      brought to death all the children of the other by her incantations; for
                      as soon as she heard that a son or daughter had been born to him, she
                      would come from wherever she was to stand over the dun where the child
                      lay, and sing magic songs, until the little creature was dead.

                      "So, when a little son was born to him in his old age, he was
                      straightway baptized, lest he should die through her witchcraft
                      unchristened; and he was called Faolain. And then the chief his father
                      sent him to Saint Kevin, that he might protect him by the strength of
                      God from this woman, and bring him up in the ways of the world. And he
                      offered him to Saint Kevin, promising that he and his seed after him
                      should be buried by the house of Saint Kevin for ever, and should serve
                      him, if Faolain should escape alive.

                      "And so Saint Kevin took the child gladly, and brought him up as a
                      layman should be, even as his father had said; and he loved him dearly.
                      But Saint Kevin knew not where to look for new milk to feed the small
                      babe, because women and cows were far from his monastery; and he prayed
                      to God to give him some assistance in the matter. And God sent Saint
                      Kevin a doe from the mountain near by, and on her milk the babe Faolain
                      was reared. Twice a day until the child was grown, the doe would come to
                      Saint Kevin's monastery, and there be milked by one of the brethren, and
                      go back in all gentleness to her pasture.

                      [Another version tells us that the doe was killed by a she-wolf. When
                      Kevin saw this, he commanded the wolf to provide the milk and the wolf
                      obeyed.]

                      "But there came a day when the brother, milking her out of doors, set
                      down the vessel with the milk on the ground; and up came a greedy rook
                      intent upon a drink, and with its beak upset both pail and milk on the
                      ground. And seeing it, Saint Kevin spoke to the rook.

                      "'For long enough,' said he, 'shalt thou and thy race do penance for
                      this crime. For on the day of my departure to heaven, there shall be
                      much preparing of beef, and ye shall not eat thereof. And if any one of
                      you make so bold as to touch so much as the blood or the offal of the
                      cattle that shall be slain during those days, he shall die on the spot.
                      And everywhere shall be merrymaking, but ye on the heights of these
                      mountains that stand round us shall be sad, cawing and having the law of
                      one another for very dismalness.' And this marvel is fulfilled every
                      year unto this day, even as the Saint foretold" (Plummer).

                      "After these things the Angel of God came to Saint Kevin saying, 'O
                      Saint of God, God hath sent me to thee, to bring thee to the place which
                      the Lord hath appointed thee, to the east of the lesser lake, and there
                      thou shalt be with thy brethren; for in that place shall thy
                      resurrection be.'

                      "Saint Kevin said, 'If it had not displeased my Lord, in this place
                      where I have borne travail for Christ, I would fain have remained until
                      my death.'

                      "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou wilt go with thy monks to this place,
                      there shall be many of the sons of life in it until the end of the
                      world, and when thou art gone thy monks shall have a sufficiency of this
                      world's goods. And many thousands of blessed souls shall rise with thee
                      from that place, to the kingdom of heaven.'

                      "Said Saint Kevin, 'Indeed, O holy messenger, it is not possible for
                      monks to dwell in that valley hemmed in by the mountains, unless God
                      should aid them by His power.'

                      "Then answered the Angel, 'Hear these words, O man of God. Fifty men of
                      thy monks, if thou wilt have it so, shall God fill with heavenly bread,
                      and naught of earthly sustenance at all, if they remain of one spirit in
                      Christ after thy death; and to each of them that dies shall another
                      succeed in the fear and the love of God, in habit and in vow, until the
                      Day of Judgement.'

                      "Said Saint Kevin, 'I like it not that there should be so few monks
                      after me in that place.'

                      "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou likest it not that there should be so
                      few in that place, then shall many thousands live there, without stint
                      or poverty, God supplying their worldly store, for ever. And thou from
                      thy heavenly seat shalt rule thy family on earth, even as thou wilt, in
                      Christ. And by God's aid, thou shalt rule thy monks here and hereafter.
                      For this place shall be holy and revered; the kings and the great ones
                      of Ireland shall make it glorious to the glory of God because of thee,
                      in lands, in silver and in gold, in precious stones and silken raiment,
                      in treasures from over sea, and the delights of kings, and rich shall be
                      its harvest fields. A great city shall rise there. And the burial place
                      of thy monks shall be most sacred, and none that lie beneath its soil
                      shall know the pains of hell. And verily if thou shouldst will that
                      these four mountains which close this valley in should be levelled into
                      rich and gentle meadow lands, beyond question thy God will do it for
                      thee.'

                      "Said Saint Kevin, 'I have no wish that the creatures of God should be
                      moved because of me; my God can help that place in some other fashion.
                      And moreover, all the wild creatures on these mountains are my house
                      mates, gentle and familiar to me, and they would be said of this that
                      thou hast said.' And in such discourse the Angel of God and Saint Kevin
                      made their way
                      across the waters of the lake" (Plummer).

                      "At one Lenten season, Saint Kevin, as was his way, fled from the
                      company of men to a certain solitude, and in a little hut that did but
                      keep out the sun and the rain, gave himself earnestly to reading and to
                      prayer, and his leisure to contemplation alone. And as he knelt in his
                      accustomed fashion, with his had outstretched through the window and
                      lifted up to heaven, a blackbird settled on it, and busying herself as
                      in her nest, laid in it an egg. And so moved was the Saint that in all
                      patience and gentleness
                      he remained, neither closing nor withdrawing his hand; but until the
                      young ones were fully hatched he held it out unwearied, shaping it for
                      the purpose. And for a sign of perpetual remembrance of this thing, all
                      the images of Saint Kevin throughout Ireland show a blackbird in his
                      outstretched hand" (Giraldus Cambrensis).

                      Commemoration (Vespers and Matins)
                      of Our Venerable Father Kevin,
                      Abbot of Glendalough,
                      Wonder-worker of All Ireland
                      http://www.orthodoxengland.btinternet.co.uk/servkevi.htm


                      Saint Kevin is one of the patrons of Dublin. His feast is celebrated
                      throughout Ireland.

                      Troparion of St Kevin tone 8
                      Thou wast privileged to live in the age of Saints O Father Kevin/ being
                      baptized by one saint, taught by another and buried by a third./ Pray to
                      God that He will raise up saints in our day/ to help, support and guide
                      us into the way of salvation.

                      Icons of Saint Kevin:
                      http://www.allmercifulsavior.com/icons/Icons-Kevin.htm##1


                      Some articles and photographs of Saint Kevin's Glendalough:--

                      1) MONASTIC IRELAND: Glendalough Co. Wicklow
                      http://dublin-jubilee.com/monastic/glenda.html

                      2) http://ubik.virtual-pc.com/aduffy/monastic/monastic4.html

                      3) The Church of Saint Kevin at Glandalough
                      http://www.prismnet.com/~hilarion/church_kevin.html

                      4) The Round Tower at Glendalough
                      http://www.rrutledge.com/ireland/wicklow/tower.html

                      5) A Virtual Tour of Glendalough
                      http://www.wicklow.ie/tours/glen.html

                      6) Irish Monastic Sites in photographs
                      http://homepage.tinet.ie/~frduffy/monastic/monastic.html

                      7) St Kevin's Kitchen, etc

                      http://www.vitruvio.ch/arc/medieval/romanesque/ireland/stkevins.htm



                      For more stories about Saint Kevin you can visit
                      http://indigo.ie/~legends/kevin.html



                      St. Cronan the Tanner
                      ------------------------------
                      Died 617. Saint Cronan was a disciple of Saint Kevin (Benedictines).


                      St. Glunshallaich
                      ----------------------
                      7th century. Saint Kevin preached the Gospel and the Holy Spirit led the
                      heart of the Irish Saint Glunshallaich to conversion. He became penitent
                      for the balance of his life. He was buried at Glendalough in the same
                      grave as his evangelist (Benedictines).

                      Troparion of St Glunshallaich tone 1
                      O holy Glunshallaich, having been converted by the holy Abbot Kevin/
                      thou wast his fellow labourer and constant companion,/ not even being
                      parted from him in the grave,/ with him, intercede to God that our souls
                      may be saved.
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                        Celtic and Old English Saints 3 June

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                        * St. Kevin of Glendalough
                        * St. Cronan the Tanner
                        * St. Glunshallaich
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                        St. Kevin of Glendalough, Abbot
                        --------------------------------------------
                        (Coaimhghin, Coemgen, Keivin)

                        Born at Fort of the White Fountain in Leinster, Ireland; died c. 618.
                        Kevin was born of Irish royalty, but that doesn't tell us much because
                        there were as many kings in Ireland as there were saints in Cornwall. He
                        was baptized as Kevin or Coemgen, which means the "Fair-begotten" by
                        Saint Cronan. As a boy he was sent to be educated at a monastery, where
                        he was fortunate enough to be a pupil of Saint Petroc of Cornwall, who
                        was then in Ireland. Kevin is best remembered as the abbot-founder of
                        Glendalough, County Wicklow, one of the most famous abbeys of Ireland.
                        After his ordination he settled as a hermit in the scenic Valley of the
                        Two Lakes by the Upper Lake, led there by an angel. This is at a place
                        now marked by a cave called "Saint Kevin's Bed," which was formerly a
                        Bronze Age tomb that he reused, and the Teampull na Skelling (the rock
                        church). After seven years as a solitary living on nettles and herbs, he
                        was persuaded to founded a monastery at Disert-Coemgen for the many
                        disciples he attracted. He made a pilgrimage to Rome and brought back
                        many relics for his foundation.
                        When the number who gathered around him became too numerous for the
                        site, the monastery was moved after his death (at age 120) down to the
                        Lower Lake. Still more churches were added to the east of the site
                        during the abbacy of Laurence O'Toole. Glendalough has always been a
                        popular pilgrimage site.

                        Kevin's extant vita may be based on actual facts although the earliest
                        was recorded about 400 years after his death. He is said to have fed his
                        community for some time on salmon supplied by an otter. (Unfortunately,
                        one of the monks wanted to make a
                        pair of warm gloves out of the otter's hide; the otter guessed what was
                        on his mind and was careful never to appear again!) He visited Saint
                        Ciaran of Clonmacnoise just before his death and Ciaran gave him his
                        bell. (Attwater, Benedictines, Delaney, Encyclopaedia, Farmer, Gill,
                        Montague, White).

                        "Wandering by himself though lonely places, the blessed Kevin came one
                        day upon a glen set in a hollow of the hills and lovely with running
                        water. For there were two lakes, and clear streams here and there
                        flowing down from the mountains. And he went up the valley to the head
                        of the glen where it narrows; there is a lake there, and the mountains
                        very high above it; it lies at their feet, and they rise from its very
                        verge. This valley used to be called in the Irish Glen De, but now it is
                        called Glen da Lough, that is the glen of the two lakes. And Saint Kevin
                        settled himself beside the lake in a hollow tree and lived in these
                        strait quarters for some while. Now and then he would go out to gather a
                        few herbs and eat them, and drink a little water. And so he lived, for
                        many days.

                        "Now a herd from a neighbouring farm (the master's name was Bi) would
                        some days bring his cows to pasture in this valley, where Saint Kevin
                        lived as a hermit. And God, being minded to show His servant Kevin to
                        men, made a cow from that herd
                        come daily to Saint Kevin in his hollow; and it would lick the Saint's
                        clothes. And towards evening when she would hear the lowing of the herd
                        returning, sated with green grass and well watered, and the high
                        shouting of the herdsmen driving their beasts, she would hurry to the
                        front of the herd, content with her own pasture.

                        "And every day as the herd made its way from the lap of the mountain
                        into the valley, that cow would steal away from the rest, and come to
                        the man of God. And every day she did as on the first day. And that cow
                        had abundance of milk past belief, from the touch of the garments of the
                        man of God. And the byremen, marvelling at the rich streams of milk from
                        her, spoke of it to the master. And he said to the herdsman, 'Do you
                        know what has come to that cow?' The herd knew nothing of it and his
                        master said, 'Keep a close eye on her, and see where she gets her good
                        favour from.'

                        "So the next day the herdsman left his charge to the youngsters and
                        himself followed after the cow, wherever she went. And the cow took her
                        wonted track to the hollow tree, in which Saint Kevin lived. And the
                        herdsman, finding her licking the Saint's coat, stood agape; and then he
                        fell to threatening the cow, and miscalling the man of God as a
                        countryman might.

                        "And the Saint was ill-pleased, for he feared that the man would betray
                        his presence there. And then the herdsman drove the beasts home to the
                        byre. But when they had got tot he farm, the cows and calves fell into
                        such a frenzy that the mothers did not know their own calves and would
                        have killed them. The herdsman, terrified, told his master what he had
                        seen in the valley, and at his bidding, came straight back to Saint
                        Kevin, and fell on his knees and begged God's Saint to grant him his
                        forgiveness.

                        "The Saint adjured him, and he vowed not to betray him; for Saint Kevin
                        did not know that the story was already told. The man had his pardon,
                        and was given holy water; and when he sprinkled it on the cows and
                        calves, they recognised one another with the old love between them, and
                        were tame again on the spot. But the fame of Saint Kevin was carried
                        over the whole countryside. And it came to the ears of some of the older
                        saints, Eogan and Lochan and Enna, that Saint Kevin was in that deserted
                        valley; and they took him away with them, against his will, to his
                        monastery. . . ." (Plummer).

                        In the end Saint Kevin went back to the place where he had been a hermit
                        in his youth and built a monastery there for those who followed him. He
                        went off by himself, about a mile away, and built a hut for his
                        dwelling. He forbade the monks to visit him unless it was urgent. He had
                        the wild animals for company.

                        .........Kevin probably discovered this cave when he went to that area
                        to start a new church. When they reached the village then called Cnoc
                        Rua ("RedHill"), they found their way blocked by a woods, and they
                        stopped.
                        "Why did you stop?" said Kevin.
                        "There are trees in the way," they said.
                        "Don't worry," Kevin told them. "Just keep walking."
                        They walked toward the woods, and the trees fell down in front of them
                        to make a road. Kevin blessed the wood and promised "hell and a short
                        life to any one who should burn either green wood or dry from this wood
                        till doom". That is how the village got its name, Holy Wood ("Sanctum
                        Nemus" in medieval records), which by the 16th century became Hollywood.
                        It is also called "Cillнn Chaoibhнn" in Irish, which means "Kevin's
                        Chapel".

                        After seven years Kevin built himself an oratory of osiers and still
                        lived alone. One day the huntsmen of the King of Leinster, Brandubh,
                        came into the glen with hounds following a boar. The boar sought refuge
                        in Kevin's oratory, but the hounds did not follow him in. Instead, they
                        lay on their chests outside, before the gate.

                        "And there was Kevin praying under a tree, and a crowd of birds perched
                        on his shoulders and his hands, and flitting about him, singing to the
                        Saint of God. The huntsman looked; and dumbfounded he took his way back
                        with his hounds, and for the sake of the holy solitary's blessing, let
                        the boar go free. He told the marvel that he had seen to the King and to
                        all of them.
                        And there were times that the boughs and the leaves of the trees would
                        sing sweet songs to Saint Kevin, that the melody of heaven might lighten
                        his sore travail" (Plummer).

                        "Colman, son of Carbri, chief of the fourth of the men of northern
                        Leinster, in his youth took to wife a woman of rank, but since their
                        habits did in no way agree, sent her away, and took another in her
                        place. Now the woman thus dismissed was wise and dangerous in the magic
                        arts, and being passionate against her husband, Colman, the chief, she
                        brought to death all the children of the other by her incantations; for
                        as soon as she heard that a son or daughter had been born to him, she
                        would come from wherever she was to stand over the dun where the child
                        lay, and sing magic songs, until the little creature was dead.

                        "So, when a little son was born to him in his old age, he was
                        straightway baptized, lest he should die through her witchcraft
                        unchristened; and he was called Faolain. And then the chief his father
                        sent him to Saint Kevin, that he might protect him by the strength of
                        God from this woman, and bring him up in the ways of the world. And he
                        offered him to Saint Kevin, promising that he and his seed after him
                        should be buried by the house of Saint Kevin for ever, and should serve
                        him, if Faolain should escape alive.

                        "And so Saint Kevin took the child gladly, and brought him up as a
                        layman should be, even as his father had said; and he loved him dearly.
                        But Saint Kevin knew not where to look for new milk to feed the small
                        babe, because women and cows were far from his monastery; and he prayed
                        to God to give him some assistance in the matter. And God sent Saint
                        Kevin a doe from the mountain near by, and on her milk the babe Faolain
                        was reared. Twice a day until the child was grown, the doe would come to
                        Saint Kevin's monastery, and there be milked by one of the brethren, and
                        go back in all gentleness to her pasture.

                        [Another version tells us that the doe was killed by a she-wolf. When
                        Kevin saw this, he commanded the wolf to provide the milk and the wolf
                        obeyed.]

                        "But there came a day when the brother, milking her out of doors, set
                        down the vessel with the milk on the ground; and up came a greedy rook
                        intent upon a drink, and with its beak upset both pail and milk on the
                        ground. And seeing it, Saint Kevin spoke to the rook.

                        "'For long enough,' said he, 'shalt thou and thy race do penance for
                        this crime. For on the day of my departure to heaven, there shall be
                        much preparing of beef, and ye shall not eat thereof. And if any one of
                        you make so bold as to touch so much as the blood or the offal of the
                        cattle that shall be slain during those days, he shall die on the spot.
                        And everywhere shall be merrymaking, but ye on the heights of these
                        mountains that stand round us shall be sad, cawing and having the law of
                        one another for very dismalness.' And this marvel is fulfilled every
                        year unto this day, even as the Saint foretold" (Plummer).

                        "After these things the Angel of God came to Saint Kevin saying, 'O
                        Saint of God, God hath sent me to thee, to bring thee to the place which
                        the Lord hath appointed thee, to the east of the lesser lake, and there
                        thou shalt be with thy brethren; for in that place shall thy
                        resurrection be.'

                        "Saint Kevin said, 'If it had not displeased my Lord, in this place
                        where I have borne travail for Christ, I would fain have remained until
                        my death.'

                        "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou wilt go with thy monks to this place,
                        there shall be many of the sons of life in it until the end of the
                        world, and when thou art gone thy monks shall have a sufficiency of this
                        world's goods. And many thousands of blessed souls shall rise with thee
                        from that place, to the kingdom of heaven.'

                        "Said Saint Kevin, 'Indeed, O holy messenger, it is not possible for
                        monks to dwell in that valley hemmed in by the mountains, unless God
                        should aid them by His power.'

                        "Then answered the Angel, 'Hear these words, O man of God. Fifty men of
                        thy monks, if thou wilt have it so, shall God fill with heavenly bread,
                        and naught of earthly sustenance at all, if they remain of one spirit in
                        Christ after thy death; and to each of them that dies shall another
                        succeed in the fear and the love of God, in habit and in vow, until the
                        Day of Judgement.'

                        "Said Saint Kevin, 'I like it not that there should be so few monks
                        after me in that place.'

                        "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou likest it not that there should be so
                        few in that place, then shall many thousands live there, without stint
                        or poverty, God supplying their worldly store, for ever. And thou from
                        thy heavenly seat shalt rule thy family on earth, even as thou wilt, in
                        Christ. And by God's aid, thou shalt rule thy monks here and hereafter.
                        For this place shall be holy and revered; the kings and the great ones
                        of Ireland shall make it glorious to the glory of God because of thee,
                        in lands, in silver and in gold, in precious stones and silken raiment,
                        in treasures from over sea, and the delights of kings, and rich shall be
                        its harvest fields. A great city shall rise there. And the burial place
                        of thy monks shall be most sacred, and none that lie beneath its soil
                        shall know the pains of hell. And verily if thou shouldst will that
                        these four mountains which close this valley in should be levelled into
                        rich and gentle meadow lands, beyond question thy God will do it for
                        thee.'

                        "Said Saint Kevin, 'I have no wish that the creatures of God should be
                        moved because of me; my God can help that place in some other fashion.
                        And moreover, all the wild creatures on these mountains are my house
                        mates, gentle and familiar to me, and they would be said of this that
                        thou hast said.' And in such discourse the Angel of God and Saint Kevin
                        made their way
                        across the waters of the lake" (Plummer).

                        "At one Lenten season, Saint Kevin, as was his way, fled from the
                        company of men to a certain solitude, and in a little hut that did but
                        keep out the sun and the rain, gave himself earnestly to reading and to
                        prayer, and his leisure to contemplation alone. And as he knelt in his
                        accustomed fashion, with his had outstretched through the window and
                        lifted up to heaven, a blackbird settled on it, and busying herself as
                        in her nest, laid in it an egg. And so moved was the Saint that in all
                        patience and gentleness
                        he remained, neither closing nor withdrawing his hand; but until the
                        young ones were fully hatched he held it out unwearied, shaping it for
                        the purpose. And for a sign of perpetual remembrance of this thing, all
                        the images of Saint Kevin throughout Ireland show a blackbird in his
                        outstretched hand" (Giraldus Cambrensis).

                        Commemoration (Vespers and Matins)
                        of Our Venerable Father Kevin,
                        Abbot of Glendalough,
                        Wonder-worker of All Ireland
                        http://www.orthodoxengland.btinternet.co.uk/servkevi.htm


                        Saint Kevin is one of the patrons of Dublin. His feast is celebrated
                        throughout Ireland.

                        Troparion of St Kevin tone 8
                        Thou wast privileged to live in the age of Saints O Father Kevin/ being
                        baptized by one saint, taught by another and buried by a third./ Pray to
                        God that He will raise up saints in our day/ to help, support and guide
                        us into the way of salvation.

                        Icons of Saint Kevin:
                        http://www.allmercifulsavior.com/icons/Icons-Kevin.htm##1


                        Some articles and photographs of Saint Kevin's Glendalough:--

                        1) MONASTIC IRELAND: Glendalough Co. Wicklow
                        http://dublin-jubilee.com/monastic/glenda.html

                        2) http://ubik.virtual-pc.com/aduffy/monastic/monastic4.html

                        3) The Church of Saint Kevin at Glandalough
                        http://www.prismnet.com/~hilarion/church_kevin.html

                        4) The Round Tower at Glendalough
                        http://www.rrutledge.com/ireland/wicklow/tower.html

                        5) A Virtual Tour of Glendalough
                        http://www.wicklow.ie/tours/glen.html

                        6) Irish Monastic Sites in photographs
                        http://homepage.tinet.ie/~frduffy/monastic/monastic.html

                        7) St Kevin's Kitchen, etc

                        http://www.vitruvio.ch/arc/medieval/romanesque/ireland/stkevins.htm



                        For more stories about Saint Kevin you can visit
                        http://indigo.ie/~legends/kevin.html



                        St. Cronan the Tanner
                        ------------------------------
                        Died 617. Saint Cronan was a disciple of Saint Kevin (Benedictines).


                        St. Glunshallaich
                        ----------------------
                        7th century. Saint Kevin preached the Gospel and the Holy Spirit led the
                        heart of the Irish Saint Glunshallaich to conversion. He became penitent
                        for the balance of his life. He was buried at Glendalough in the same
                        grave as his evangelist (Benedictines).

                        Troparion of St Glunshallaich tone 1
                        O holy Glunshallaich, having been converted by the holy Abbot Kevin/
                        thou wast his fellow labourer and constant companion,/ not even being
                        parted from him in the grave,/ with him, intercede to God that our souls
                        may be saved.
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                          * St. Kevin of Glendalough
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                          St. Kevin of Glendalough, Abbot
                          --------------------------------------------
                          (Coaimhghin, Coemgen, Keivin)

                          Born at Fort of the White Fountain in Leinster, Ireland; died c. 618.
                          Kevin was born of Irish royalty, but that doesn't tell us much because
                          there were as many kings in Ireland as there were saints in Cornwall. He
                          was baptized as Kevin or Coemgen, which means the "Fair-begotten" by
                          Saint Cronan. As a boy he was sent to be educated at a monastery, where
                          he was fortunate enough to be a pupil of Saint Petroc of Cornwall, who
                          was then in Ireland. Kevin is best remembered as the abbot-founder of
                          Glendalough, County Wicklow, one of the most famous abbeys of Ireland.
                          After his ordination he settled as a hermit in the scenic Valley of the
                          Two Lakes by the Upper Lake, led there by an angel. This is at a place
                          now marked by a cave called "Saint Kevin's Bed," which was formerly a
                          Bronze Age tomb that he reused, and the Teampull na Skelling (the rock
                          church). After seven years as a solitary living on nettles and herbs, he
                          was persuaded to founded a monastery at Disert-Coemgen for the many
                          disciples he attracted. He made a pilgrimage to Rome and brought back
                          many relics for his foundation.
                          When the number who gathered around him became too numerous for the
                          site, the monastery was moved after his death (at age 120) down to the
                          Lower Lake. Still more churches were added to the east of the site
                          during the abbacy of Laurence O'Toole. Glendalough has always been a
                          popular pilgrimage site.

                          Kevin's extant vita may be based on actual facts although the earliest
                          was recorded about 400 years after his death. He is said to have fed his
                          community for some time on salmon supplied by an otter. (Unfortunately,
                          one of the monks wanted to make a
                          pair of warm gloves out of the otter's hide; the otter guessed what was
                          on his mind and was careful never to appear again!) He visited Saint
                          Ciaran of Clonmacnoise just before his death and Ciaran gave him his
                          bell. (Attwater, Benedictines, Delaney, Encyclopaedia, Farmer, Gill,
                          Montague, White).

                          "Wandering by himself though lonely places, the blessed Kevin came one
                          day upon a glen set in a hollow of the hills and lovely with running
                          water. For there were two lakes, and clear streams here and there
                          flowing down from the mountains. And he went up the valley to the head
                          of the glen where it narrows; there is a lake there, and the mountains
                          very high above it; it lies at their feet, and they rise from its very
                          verge. This valley used to be called in the Irish Glen De, but now it is
                          called Glen da Lough, that is the glen of the two lakes. And Saint Kevin
                          settled himself beside the lake in a hollow tree and lived in these
                          strait quarters for some while. Now and then he would go out to gather a
                          few herbs and eat them, and drink a little water. And so he lived, for
                          many days.

                          "Now a herd from a neighbouring farm (the master's name was Bi) would
                          some days bring his cows to pasture in this valley, where Saint Kevin
                          lived as a hermit. And God, being minded to show His servant Kevin to
                          men, made a cow from that herd
                          come daily to Saint Kevin in his hollow; and it would lick the Saint's
                          clothes. And towards evening when she would hear the lowing of the herd
                          returning, sated with green grass and well watered, and the high
                          shouting of the herdsmen driving their beasts, she would hurry to the
                          front of the herd, content with her own pasture.

                          "And every day as the herd made its way from the lap of the mountain
                          into the valley, that cow would steal away from the rest, and come to
                          the man of God. And every day she did as on the first day. And that cow
                          had abundance of milk past belief, from the touch of the garments of the
                          man of God. And the byremen, marvelling at the rich streams of milk from
                          her, spoke of it to the master. And he said to the herdsman, 'Do you
                          know what has come to that cow?' The herd knew nothing of it and his
                          master said, 'Keep a close eye on her, and see where she gets her good
                          favour from.'

                          "So the next day the herdsman left his charge to the youngsters and
                          himself followed after the cow, wherever she went. And the cow took her
                          wonted track to the hollow tree, in which Saint Kevin lived. And the
                          herdsman, finding her licking the Saint's coat, stood agape; and then he
                          fell to threatening the cow, and miscalling the man of God as a
                          countryman might.

                          "And the Saint was ill-pleased, for he feared that the man would betray
                          his presence there. And then the herdsman drove the beasts home to the
                          byre. But when they had got tot he farm, the cows and calves fell into
                          such a frenzy that the mothers did not know their own calves and would
                          have killed them. The herdsman, terrified, told his master what he had
                          seen in the valley, and at his bidding, came straight back to Saint
                          Kevin, and fell on his knees and begged God's Saint to grant him his
                          forgiveness.

                          "The Saint adjured him, and he vowed not to betray him; for Saint Kevin
                          did not know that the story was already told. The man had his pardon,
                          and was given holy water; and when he sprinkled it on the cows and
                          calves, they recognised one another with the old love between them, and
                          were tame again on the spot. But the fame of Saint Kevin was carried
                          over the whole countryside. And it came to the ears of some of the older
                          saints, Eogan and Lochan and Enna, that Saint Kevin was in that deserted
                          valley; and they took him away with them, against his will, to his
                          monastery. . . ." (Plummer).

                          In the end Saint Kevin went back to the place where he had been a hermit
                          in his youth and built a monastery there for those who followed him. He
                          went off by himself, about a mile away, and built a hut for his
                          dwelling. He forbade the monks to visit him unless it was urgent. He had
                          the wild animals for company.

                          .........Kevin probably discovered this cave when he went to that area
                          to start a new church. When they reached the village then called Cnoc
                          Rua ("RedHill"), they found their way blocked by a woods, and they
                          stopped.
                          "Why did you stop?" said Kevin.
                          "There are trees in the way," they said.
                          "Don't worry," Kevin told them. "Just keep walking."
                          They walked toward the woods, and the trees fell down in front of them
                          to make a road. Kevin blessed the wood and promised "hell and a short
                          life to any one who should burn either green wood or dry from this wood
                          till doom". That is how the village got its name, Holy Wood ("Sanctum
                          Nemus" in medieval records), which by the 16th century became Hollywood.
                          It is also called "Cillнn Chaoibhнn" in Irish, which means "Kevin's
                          Chapel".

                          After seven years Kevin built himself an oratory of osiers and still
                          lived alone. One day the huntsmen of the King of Leinster, Brandubh,
                          came into the glen with hounds following a boar. The boar sought refuge
                          in Kevin's oratory, but the hounds did not follow him in. Instead, they
                          lay on their chests outside, before the gate.

                          "And there was Kevin praying under a tree, and a crowd of birds perched
                          on his shoulders and his hands, and flitting about him, singing to the
                          Saint of God. The huntsman looked; and dumbfounded he took his way back
                          with his hounds, and for the sake of the holy solitary's blessing, let
                          the boar go free. He told the marvel that he had seen to the King and to
                          all of them.
                          And there were times that the boughs and the leaves of the trees would
                          sing sweet songs to Saint Kevin, that the melody of heaven might lighten
                          his sore travail" (Plummer).

                          "Colman, son of Carbri, chief of the fourth of the men of northern
                          Leinster, in his youth took to wife a woman of rank, but since their
                          habits did in no way agree, sent her away, and took another in her
                          place. Now the woman thus dismissed was wise and dangerous in the magic
                          arts, and being passionate against her husband, Colman, the chief, she
                          brought to death all the children of the other by her incantations; for
                          as soon as she heard that a son or daughter had been born to him, she
                          would come from wherever she was to stand over the dun where the child
                          lay, and sing magic songs, until the little creature was dead.

                          "So, when a little son was born to him in his old age, he was
                          straightway baptized, lest he should die through her witchcraft
                          unchristened; and he was called Faolain. And then the chief his father
                          sent him to Saint Kevin, that he might protect him by the strength of
                          God from this woman, and bring him up in the ways of the world. And he
                          offered him to Saint Kevin, promising that he and his seed after him
                          should be buried by the house of Saint Kevin for ever, and should serve
                          him, if Faolain should escape alive.

                          "And so Saint Kevin took the child gladly, and brought him up as a
                          layman should be, even as his father had said; and he loved him dearly.
                          But Saint Kevin knew not where to look for new milk to feed the small
                          babe, because women and cows were far from his monastery; and he prayed
                          to God to give him some assistance in the matter. And God sent Saint
                          Kevin a doe from the mountain near by, and on her milk the babe Faolain
                          was reared. Twice a day until the child was grown, the doe would come to
                          Saint Kevin's monastery, and there be milked by one of the brethren, and
                          go back in all gentleness to her pasture.

                          [Another version tells us that the doe was killed by a she-wolf. When
                          Kevin saw this, he commanded the wolf to provide the milk and the wolf
                          obeyed.]

                          "But there came a day when the brother, milking her out of doors, set
                          down the vessel with the milk on the ground; and up came a greedy rook
                          intent upon a drink, and with its beak upset both pail and milk on the
                          ground. And seeing it, Saint Kevin spoke to the rook.

                          "'For long enough,' said he, 'shalt thou and thy race do penance for
                          this crime. For on the day of my departure to heaven, there shall be
                          much preparing of beef, and ye shall not eat thereof. And if any one of
                          you make so bold as to touch so much as the blood or the offal of the
                          cattle that shall be slain during those days, he shall die on the spot.
                          And everywhere shall be merrymaking, but ye on the heights of these
                          mountains that stand round us shall be sad, cawing and having the law of
                          one another for very dismalness.' And this marvel is fulfilled every
                          year unto this day, even as the Saint foretold" (Plummer).

                          "After these things the Angel of God came to Saint Kevin saying, 'O
                          Saint of God, God hath sent me to thee, to bring thee to the place which
                          the Lord hath appointed thee, to the east of the lesser lake, and there
                          thou shalt be with thy brethren; for in that place shall thy
                          resurrection be.'

                          "Saint Kevin said, 'If it had not displeased my Lord, in this place
                          where I have borne travail for Christ, I would fain have remained until
                          my death.'

                          "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou wilt go with thy monks to this place,
                          there shall be many of the sons of life in it until the end of the
                          world, and when thou art gone thy monks shall have a sufficiency of this
                          world's goods. And many thousands of blessed souls shall rise with thee
                          from that place, to the kingdom of heaven.'

                          "Said Saint Kevin, 'Indeed, O holy messenger, it is not possible for
                          monks to dwell in that valley hemmed in by the mountains, unless God
                          should aid them by His power.'

                          "Then answered the Angel, 'Hear these words, O man of God. Fifty men of
                          thy monks, if thou wilt have it so, shall God fill with heavenly bread,
                          and naught of earthly sustenance at all, if they remain of one spirit in
                          Christ after thy death; and to each of them that dies shall another
                          succeed in the fear and the love of God, in habit and in vow, until the
                          Day of Judgement.'

                          "Said Saint Kevin, 'I like it not that there should be so few monks
                          after me in that place.'

                          "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou likest it not that there should be so
                          few in that place, then shall many thousands live there, without stint
                          or poverty, God supplying their worldly store, for ever. And thou from
                          thy heavenly seat shalt rule thy family on earth, even as thou wilt, in
                          Christ. And by God's aid, thou shalt rule thy monks here and hereafter.
                          For this place shall be holy and revered; the kings and the great ones
                          of Ireland shall make it glorious to the glory of God because of thee,
                          in lands, in silver and in gold, in precious stones and silken raiment,
                          in treasures from over sea, and the delights of kings, and rich shall be
                          its harvest fields. A great city shall rise there. And the burial place
                          of thy monks shall be most sacred, and none that lie beneath its soil
                          shall know the pains of hell. And verily if thou shouldst will that
                          these four mountains which close this valley in should be levelled into
                          rich and gentle meadow lands, beyond question thy God will do it for
                          thee.'

                          "Said Saint Kevin, 'I have no wish that the creatures of God should be
                          moved because of me; my God can help that place in some other fashion.
                          And moreover, all the wild creatures on these mountains are my house
                          mates, gentle and familiar to me, and they would be said of this that
                          thou hast said.' And in such discourse the Angel of God and Saint Kevin
                          made their way
                          across the waters of the lake" (Plummer).

                          "At one Lenten season, Saint Kevin, as was his way, fled from the
                          company of men to a certain solitude, and in a little hut that did but
                          keep out the sun and the rain, gave himself earnestly to reading and to
                          prayer, and his leisure to contemplation alone. And as he knelt in his
                          accustomed fashion, with his had outstretched through the window and
                          lifted up to heaven, a blackbird settled on it, and busying herself as
                          in her nest, laid in it an egg. And so moved was the Saint that in all
                          patience and gentleness
                          he remained, neither closing nor withdrawing his hand; but until the
                          young ones were fully hatched he held it out unwearied, shaping it for
                          the purpose. And for a sign of perpetual remembrance of this thing, all
                          the images of Saint Kevin throughout Ireland show a blackbird in his
                          outstretched hand" (Giraldus Cambrensis).

                          Commemoration (Vespers and Matins)
                          of Our Venerable Father Kevin,
                          Abbot of Glendalough,
                          Wonder-worker of All Ireland
                          http://www.orthodoxengland.btinternet.co.uk/servkevi.htm


                          Saint Kevin is one of the patrons of Dublin. His feast is celebrated
                          throughout Ireland.

                          Troparion of St Kevin tone 8
                          Thou wast privileged to live in the age of Saints O Father Kevin/ being
                          baptized by one saint, taught by another and buried by a third./ Pray to
                          God that He will raise up saints in our day/ to help, support and guide
                          us into the way of salvation.

                          Icons of Saint Kevin:
                          http://www.allmercifulsavior.com/icons/Icons-Kevin.htm##1


                          Some articles and photographs of Saint Kevin's Glendalough:--

                          1) MONASTIC IRELAND: Glendalough Co. Wicklow
                          http://dublin-jubilee.com/monastic/glenda.html

                          2) http://ubik.virtual-pc.com/aduffy/monastic/monastic4.html

                          3) The Church of Saint Kevin at Glandalough
                          http://www.prismnet.com/~hilarion/church_kevin.html

                          4) The Round Tower at Glendalough
                          http://www.rrutledge.com/ireland/wicklow/tower.html

                          5) A Virtual Tour of Glendalough
                          http://www.wicklow.ie/tours/glen.html

                          6) Irish Monastic Sites in photographs
                          http://homepage.tinet.ie/~frduffy/monastic/monastic.html

                          7) St Kevin's Kitchen, etc

                          http://www.vitruvio.ch/arc/medieval/romanesque/ireland/stkevins.htm



                          For more stories about Saint Kevin you can visit
                          http://indigo.ie/~legends/kevin.html



                          St. Cronan the Tanner
                          ------------------------------
                          Died 617. Saint Cronan was a disciple of Saint Kevin (Benedictines).


                          St. Glunshallaich
                          ----------------------
                          7th century. Saint Kevin preached the Gospel and the Holy Spirit led the
                          heart of the Irish Saint Glunshallaich to conversion. He became penitent
                          for the balance of his life. He was buried at Glendalough in the same
                          grave as his evangelist (Benedictines).

                          Troparion of St Glunshallaich tone 1
                          O holy Glunshallaich, having been converted by the holy Abbot Kevin/
                          thou wast his fellow labourer and constant companion,/ not even being
                          parted from him in the grave,/ with him, intercede to God that our souls
                          may be saved.
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                            St. Kevin of Glendalough, Abbot
                            --------------------------------------------
                            (Coaimhghin, Coemgen, Keivin)

                            Born at Fort of the White Fountain in Leinster, Ireland; died c. 618.
                            Kevin was born of Irish royalty, but that doesn't tell us much because
                            there were as many kings in Ireland as there were saints in Cornwall. He
                            was baptized as Kevin or Coemgen, which means the "Fair-begotten" by
                            Saint Cronan. As a boy he was sent to be educated at a monastery, where
                            he was fortunate enough to be a pupil of Saint Petroc of Cornwall, who
                            was then in Ireland. Kevin is best remembered as the abbot-founder of
                            Glendalough, County Wicklow, one of the most famous abbeys of Ireland.
                            After his ordination he settled as a hermit in the scenic Valley of the
                            Two Lakes by the Upper Lake, led there by an angel. This is at a place
                            now marked by a cave called "Saint Kevin's Bed," which was formerly a
                            Bronze Age tomb that he reused, and the Teampull na Skelling (the rock
                            church). After seven years as a solitary living on nettles and herbs, he
                            was persuaded to founded a monastery at Disert-Coemgen for the many
                            disciples he attracted. He made a pilgrimage to Rome and brought back
                            many relics for his foundation.
                            When the number who gathered around him became too numerous for the
                            site, the monastery was moved after his death (at age 120) down to the
                            Lower Lake. Still more churches were added to the east of the site
                            during the abbacy of Laurence O'Toole. Glendalough has always been a
                            popular pilgrimage site.

                            Kevin's extant vita may be based on actual facts although the earliest
                            was recorded about 400 years after his death. He is said to have fed his
                            community for some time on salmon supplied by an otter. (Unfortunately,
                            one of the monks wanted to make a
                            pair of warm gloves out of the otter's hide; the otter guessed what was
                            on his mind and was careful never to appear again!) He visited Saint
                            Ciaran of Clonmacnoise just before his death and Ciaran gave him his
                            bell. (Attwater, Benedictines, Delaney, Encyclopaedia, Farmer, Gill,
                            Montague, White).

                            "Wandering by himself though lonely places, the blessed Kevin came one
                            day upon a glen set in a hollow of the hills and lovely with running
                            water. For there were two lakes, and clear streams here and there
                            flowing down from the mountains. And he went up the valley to the head
                            of the glen where it narrows; there is a lake there, and the mountains
                            very high above it; it lies at their feet, and they rise from its very
                            verge. This valley used to be called in the Irish Glen De, but now it is
                            called Glen da Lough, that is the glen of the two lakes. And Saint Kevin
                            settled himself beside the lake in a hollow tree and lived in these
                            strait quarters for some while. Now and then he would go out to gather a
                            few herbs and eat them, and drink a little water. And so he lived, for
                            many days.

                            "Now a herd from a neighbouring farm (the master's name was Bi) would
                            some days bring his cows to pasture in this valley, where Saint Kevin
                            lived as a hermit. And God, being minded to show His servant Kevin to
                            men, made a cow from that herd
                            come daily to Saint Kevin in his hollow; and it would lick the Saint's
                            clothes. And towards evening when she would hear the lowing of the herd
                            returning, sated with green grass and well watered, and the high
                            shouting of the herdsmen driving their beasts, she would hurry to the
                            front of the herd, content with her own pasture.

                            "And every day as the herd made its way from the lap of the mountain
                            into the valley, that cow would steal away from the rest, and come to
                            the man of God. And every day she did as on the first day. And that cow
                            had abundance of milk past belief, from the touch of the garments of the
                            man of God. And the byremen, marvelling at the rich streams of milk from
                            her, spoke of it to the master. And he said to the herdsman, 'Do you
                            know what has come to that cow?' The herd knew nothing of it and his
                            master said, 'Keep a close eye on her, and see where she gets her good
                            favour from.'

                            "So the next day the herdsman left his charge to the youngsters and
                            himself followed after the cow, wherever she went. And the cow took her
                            wonted track to the hollow tree, in which Saint Kevin lived. And the
                            herdsman, finding her licking the Saint's coat, stood agape; and then he
                            fell to threatening the cow, and miscalling the man of God as a
                            countryman might.

                            "And the Saint was ill-pleased, for he feared that the man would betray
                            his presence there. And then the herdsman drove the beasts home to the
                            byre. But when they had got tot he farm, the cows and calves fell into
                            such a frenzy that the mothers did not know their own calves and would
                            have killed them. The herdsman, terrified, told his master what he had
                            seen in the valley, and at his bidding, came straight back to Saint
                            Kevin, and fell on his knees and begged God's Saint to grant him his
                            forgiveness.

                            "The Saint adjured him, and he vowed not to betray him; for Saint Kevin
                            did not know that the story was already told. The man had his pardon,
                            and was given holy water; and when he sprinkled it on the cows and
                            calves, they recognised one another with the old love between them, and
                            were tame again on the spot. But the fame of Saint Kevin was carried
                            over the whole countryside. And it came to the ears of some of the older
                            saints, Eogan and Lochan and Enna, that Saint Kevin was in that deserted
                            valley; and they took him away with them, against his will, to his
                            monastery. . . ." (Plummer).

                            In the end Saint Kevin went back to the place where he had been a hermit
                            in his youth and built a monastery there for those who followed him. He
                            went off by himself, about a mile away, and built a hut for his
                            dwelling. He forbade the monks to visit him unless it was urgent. He had
                            the wild animals for company.

                            ..........Kevin probably discovered this cave when he went to that area
                            to start a new church. When they reached the village then called Cnoc
                            Rua ("RedHill"), they found their way blocked by a woods, and they
                            stopped.
                            "Why did you stop?" said Kevin.
                            "There are trees in the way," they said.
                            "Don't worry," Kevin told them. "Just keep walking."
                            They walked toward the woods, and the trees fell down in front of them
                            to make a road. Kevin blessed the wood and promised "hell and a short
                            life to any one who should burn either green wood or dry from this wood
                            till doom". That is how the village got its name, Holy Wood ("Sanctum
                            Nemus" in medieval records), which by the 16th century became Hollywood.
                            It is also called "Cillнn Chaoibhнn" in Irish, which means "Kevin's
                            Chapel".

                            After seven years Kevin built himself an oratory of osiers and still
                            lived alone. One day the huntsmen of the King of Leinster, Brandubh,
                            came into the glen with hounds following a boar. The boar sought refuge
                            in Kevin's oratory, but the hounds did not follow him in. Instead, they
                            lay on their chests outside, before the gate.

                            "And there was Kevin praying under a tree, and a crowd of birds perched
                            on his shoulders and his hands, and flitting about him, singing to the
                            Saint of God. The huntsman looked; and dumbfounded he took his way back
                            with his hounds, and for the sake of the holy solitary's blessing, let
                            the boar go free. He told the marvel that he had seen to the King and to
                            all of them.
                            And there were times that the boughs and the leaves of the trees would
                            sing sweet songs to Saint Kevin, that the melody of heaven might lighten
                            his sore travail" (Plummer).

                            "Colman, son of Carbri, chief of the fourth of the men of northern
                            Leinster, in his youth took to wife a woman of rank, but since their
                            habits did in no way agree, sent her away, and took another in her
                            place. Now the woman thus dismissed was wise and dangerous in the magic
                            arts, and being passionate against her husband, Colman, the chief, she
                            brought to death all the children of the other by her incantations; for
                            as soon as she heard that a son or daughter had been born to him, she
                            would come from wherever she was to stand over the dun where the child
                            lay, and sing magic songs, until the little creature was dead.

                            "So, when a little son was born to him in his old age, he was
                            straightway baptized, lest he should die through her witchcraft
                            unchristened; and he was called Faolain. And then the chief his father
                            sent him to Saint Kevin, that he might protect him by the strength of
                            God from this woman, and bring him up in the ways of the world. And he
                            offered him to Saint Kevin, promising that he and his seed after him
                            should be buried by the house of Saint Kevin for ever, and should serve
                            him, if Faolain should escape alive.

                            "And so Saint Kevin took the child gladly, and brought him up as a
                            layman should be, even as his father had said; and he loved him dearly.
                            But Saint Kevin knew not where to look for new milk to feed the small
                            babe, because women and cows were far from his monastery; and he prayed
                            to God to give him some assistance in the matter. And God sent Saint
                            Kevin a doe from the mountain near by, and on her milk the babe Faolain
                            was reared. Twice a day until the child was grown, the doe would come to
                            Saint Kevin's monastery, and there be milked by one of the brethren, and
                            go back in all gentleness to her pasture.

                            [Another version tells us that the doe was killed by a she-wolf. When
                            Kevin saw this, he commanded the wolf to provide the milk and the wolf
                            obeyed.]

                            "But there came a day when the brother, milking her out of doors, set
                            down the vessel with the milk on the ground; and up came a greedy rook
                            intent upon a drink, and with its beak upset both pail and milk on the
                            ground. And seeing it, Saint Kevin spoke to the rook.

                            "'For long enough,' said he, 'shalt thou and thy race do penance for
                            this crime. For on the day of my departure to heaven, there shall be
                            much preparing of beef, and ye shall not eat thereof. And if any one of
                            you make so bold as to touch so much as the blood or the offal of the
                            cattle that shall be slain during those days, he shall die on the spot.
                            And everywhere shall be merrymaking, but ye on the heights of these
                            mountains that stand round us shall be sad, cawing and having the law of
                            one another for very dismalness.' And this marvel is fulfilled every
                            year unto this day, even as the Saint foretold" (Plummer).

                            "After these things the Angel of God came to Saint Kevin saying, 'O
                            Saint of God, God hath sent me to thee, to bring thee to the place which
                            the Lord hath appointed thee, to the east of the lesser lake, and there
                            thou shalt be with thy brethren; for in that place shall thy
                            resurrection be.'

                            "Saint Kevin said, 'If it had not displeased my Lord, in this place
                            where I have borne travail for Christ, I would fain have remained until
                            my death.'

                            "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou wilt go with thy monks to this place,
                            there shall be many of the sons of life in it until the end of the
                            world, and when thou art gone thy monks shall have a sufficiency of this
                            world's goods. And many thousands of blessed souls shall rise with thee
                            from that place, to the kingdom of heaven.'

                            "Said Saint Kevin, 'Indeed, O holy messenger, it is not possible for
                            monks to dwell in that valley hemmed in by the mountains, unless God
                            should aid them by His power.'

                            "Then answered the Angel, 'Hear these words, O man of God. Fifty men of
                            thy monks, if thou wilt have it so, shall God fill with heavenly bread,
                            and naught of earthly sustenance at all, if they remain of one spirit in
                            Christ after thy death; and to each of them that dies shall another
                            succeed in the fear and the love of God, in habit and in vow, until the
                            Day of Judgement.'

                            "Said Saint Kevin, 'I like it not that there should be so few monks
                            after me in that place.'

                            "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou likest it not that there should be so
                            few in that place, then shall many thousands live there, without stint
                            or poverty, God supplying their worldly store, for ever. And thou from
                            thy heavenly seat shalt rule thy family on earth, even as thou wilt, in
                            Christ. And by God's aid, thou shalt rule thy monks here and hereafter.
                            For this place shall be holy and revered; the kings and the great ones
                            of Ireland shall make it glorious to the glory of God because of thee,
                            in lands, in silver and in gold, in precious stones and silken raiment,
                            in treasures from over sea, and the delights of kings, and rich shall be
                            its harvest fields. A great city shall rise there. And the burial place
                            of thy monks shall be most sacred, and none that lie beneath its soil
                            shall know the pains of hell. And verily if thou shouldst will that
                            these four mountains which close this valley in should be levelled into
                            rich and gentle meadow lands, beyond question thy God will do it for
                            thee.'

                            "Said Saint Kevin, 'I have no wish that the creatures of God should be
                            moved because of me; my God can help that place in some other fashion.
                            And moreover, all the wild creatures on these mountains are my house
                            mates, gentle and familiar to me, and they would be said of this that
                            thou hast said.' And in such discourse the Angel of God and Saint Kevin
                            made their way
                            across the waters of the lake" (Plummer).

                            "At one Lenten season, Saint Kevin, as was his way, fled from the
                            company of men to a certain solitude, and in a little hut that did but
                            keep out the sun and the rain, gave himself earnestly to reading and to
                            prayer, and his leisure to contemplation alone. And as he knelt in his
                            accustomed fashion, with his had outstretched through the window and
                            lifted up to heaven, a blackbird settled on it, and busying herself as
                            in her nest, laid in it an egg. And so moved was the Saint that in all
                            patience and gentleness
                            he remained, neither closing nor withdrawing his hand; but until the
                            young ones were fully hatched he held it out unwearied, shaping it for
                            the purpose. And for a sign of perpetual remembrance of this thing, all
                            the images of Saint Kevin throughout Ireland show a blackbird in his
                            outstretched hand" (Giraldus Cambrensis).

                            Commemoration (Vespers and Matins)
                            of Our Venerable Father Kevin,
                            Abbot of Glendalough,
                            Wonder-worker of All Ireland
                            http://www.orthodoxengland.btinternet.co.uk/servkevi.htm


                            Saint Kevin is one of the patrons of Dublin. His feast is celebrated
                            throughout Ireland.

                            Troparion of St Kevin tone 8
                            Thou wast privileged to live in the age of Saints O Father Kevin/ being
                            baptized by one saint, taught by another and buried by a third./ Pray to
                            God that He will raise up saints in our day/ to help, support and guide
                            us into the way of salvation.

                            Icons of Saint Kevin:
                            http://www.allmercifulsavior.com/icons/Icons-Kevin.htm##1


                            Some articles and photographs of Saint Kevin's Glendalough:--

                            1) MONASTIC IRELAND: Glendalough Co. Wicklow
                            http://dublin-jubilee.com/monastic/glenda.html

                            2) http://ubik.virtual-pc.com/aduffy/monastic/monastic4.html

                            3) The Church of Saint Kevin at Glandalough
                            http://www.prismnet.com/~hilarion/church_kevin.html

                            4) The Round Tower at Glendalough
                            http://www.rrutledge.com/ireland/wicklow/tower.html

                            5) A Virtual Tour of Glendalough
                            http://www.wicklow.ie/tours/glen.html

                            6) Irish Monastic Sites in photographs
                            http://homepage.tinet.ie/~frduffy/monastic/monastic.html

                            7) St Kevin's Kitchen, etc

                            http://www.vitruvio.ch/arc/medieval/romanesque/ireland/stkevins.htm



                            For more stories about Saint Kevin you can visit
                            http://indigo.ie/~legends/kevin.html



                            St. Cronan the Tanner
                            ------------------------------
                            Died 617. Saint Cronan was a disciple of Saint Kevin (Benedictines).


                            St. Glunshallaich
                            ----------------------
                            7th century. Saint Kevin preached the Gospel and the Holy Spirit led the
                            heart of the Irish Saint Glunshallaich to conversion. He became penitent
                            for the balance of his life. He was buried at Glendalough in the same
                            grave as his evangelist (Benedictines).

                            Troparion of St Glunshallaich tone 1
                            O holy Glunshallaich, having been converted by the holy Abbot Kevin/
                            thou wast his fellow labourer and constant companion,/ not even being
                            parted from him in the grave,/ with him, intercede to God that our souls
                            may be saved.
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                              St. Kevin of Glendalough, Abbot
                              --------------------------------------------
                              (Coaimhghin, Coemgen, Keivin)

                              Born at Fort of the White Fountain in Leinster, Ireland; died c. 618.
                              Kevin was born of Irish royalty, but that doesn't tell us much because
                              there were as many kings in Ireland as there were saints in Cornwall. He
                              was baptized as Kevin or Coemgen, which means the "Fair-begotten" by
                              Saint Cronan. As a boy he was sent to be educated at a monastery, where
                              he was fortunate enough to be a pupil of Saint Petroc of Cornwall, who
                              was then in Ireland. Kevin is best remembered as the abbot-founder of
                              Glendalough, County Wicklow, one of the most famous abbeys of Ireland.
                              After his ordination he settled as a hermit in the scenic Valley of the
                              Two Lakes by the Upper Lake, led there by an angel. This is at a place
                              now marked by a cave called "Saint Kevin's Bed," which was formerly a
                              Bronze Age tomb that he reused, and the Teampull na Skelling (the rock
                              church). After seven years as a solitary living on nettles and herbs, he
                              was persuaded to founded a monastery at Disert-Coemgen for the many
                              disciples he attracted. He made a pilgrimage to Rome and brought back
                              many relics for his foundation.
                              When the number who gathered around him became too numerous for the
                              site, the monastery was moved after his death (at age 120) down to the
                              Lower Lake. Still more churches were added to the east of the site
                              during the abbacy of Laurence O'Toole. Glendalough has always been a
                              popular pilgrimage site.

                              Kevin's extant vita may be based on actual facts although the earliest
                              was recorded about 400 years after his death. He is said to have fed his
                              community for some time on salmon supplied by an otter. (Unfortunately,
                              one of the monks wanted to make a
                              pair of warm gloves out of the otter's hide; the otter guessed what was
                              on his mind and was careful never to appear again!) He visited Saint
                              Ciaran of Clonmacnoise just before his death and Ciaran gave him his
                              bell. (Attwater, Benedictines, Delaney, Encyclopaedia, Farmer, Gill,
                              Montague, White).

                              "Wandering by himself though lonely places, the blessed Kevin came one
                              day upon a glen set in a hollow of the hills and lovely with running
                              water. For there were two lakes, and clear streams here and there
                              flowing down from the mountains. And he went up the valley to the head
                              of the glen where it narrows; there is a lake there, and the mountains
                              very high above it; it lies at their feet, and they rise from its very
                              verge. This valley used to be called in the Irish Glen De, but now it is
                              called Glen da Lough, that is the glen of the two lakes. And Saint Kevin
                              settled himself beside the lake in a hollow tree and lived in these
                              strait quarters for some while. Now and then he would go out to gather a
                              few herbs and eat them, and drink a little water. And so he lived, for
                              many days.

                              "Now a herd from a neighbouring farm (the master's name was Bi) would
                              some days bring his cows to pasture in this valley, where Saint Kevin
                              lived as a hermit. And God, being minded to show His servant Kevin to
                              men, made a cow from that herd
                              come daily to Saint Kevin in his hollow; and it would lick the Saint's
                              clothes. And towards evening when she would hear the lowing of the herd
                              returning, sated with green grass and well watered, and the high
                              shouting of the herdsmen driving their beasts, she would hurry to the
                              front of the herd, content with her own pasture.

                              "And every day as the herd made its way from the lap of the mountain
                              into the valley, that cow would steal away from the rest, and come to
                              the man of God. And every day she did as on the first day. And that cow
                              had abundance of milk past belief, from the touch of the garments of the
                              man of God. And the byremen, marvelling at the rich streams of milk from
                              her, spoke of it to the master. And he said to the herdsman, 'Do you
                              know what has come to that cow?' The herd knew nothing of it and his
                              master said, 'Keep a close eye on her, and see where she gets her good
                              favour from.'

                              "So the next day the herdsman left his charge to the youngsters and
                              himself followed after the cow, wherever she went. And the cow took her
                              wonted track to the hollow tree, in which Saint Kevin lived. And the
                              herdsman, finding her licking the Saint's coat, stood agape; and then he
                              fell to threatening the cow, and miscalling the man of God as a
                              countryman might.

                              "And the Saint was ill-pleased, for he feared that the man would betray
                              his presence there. And then the herdsman drove the beasts home to the
                              byre. But when they had got tot he farm, the cows and calves fell into
                              such a frenzy that the mothers did not know their own calves and would
                              have killed them. The herdsman, terrified, told his master what he had
                              seen in the valley, and at his bidding, came straight back to Saint
                              Kevin, and fell on his knees and begged God's Saint to grant him his
                              forgiveness.

                              "The Saint adjured him, and he vowed not to betray him; for Saint Kevin
                              did not know that the story was already told. The man had his pardon,
                              and was given holy water; and when he sprinkled it on the cows and
                              calves, they recognised one another with the old love between them, and
                              were tame again on the spot. But the fame of Saint Kevin was carried
                              over the whole countryside. And it came to the ears of some of the older
                              saints, Eogan and Lochan and Enna, that Saint Kevin was in that deserted
                              valley; and they took him away with them, against his will, to his
                              monastery. . . ." (Plummer).

                              In the end Saint Kevin went back to the place where he had been a hermit
                              in his youth and built a monastery there for those who followed him. He
                              went off by himself, about a mile away, and built a hut for his
                              dwelling. He forbade the monks to visit him unless it was urgent. He had
                              the wild animals for company.

                              ...........Kevin probably discovered this cave when he went to that area
                              to start a new church. When they reached the village then called Cnoc
                              Rua ("RedHill"), they found their way blocked by a woods, and they
                              stopped.
                              "Why did you stop?" said Kevin.
                              "There are trees in the way," they said.
                              "Don't worry," Kevin told them. "Just keep walking."
                              They walked toward the woods, and the trees fell down in front of them
                              to make a road. Kevin blessed the wood and promised "hell and a short
                              life to any one who should burn either green wood or dry from this wood
                              till doom". That is how the village got its name, Holy Wood ("Sanctum
                              Nemus" in medieval records), which by the 16th century became Hollywood.
                              It is also called "Cillнn Chaoibhнn" in Irish, which means "Kevin's
                              Chapel".

                              After seven years Kevin built himself an oratory of osiers and still
                              lived alone. One day the huntsmen of the King of Leinster, Brandubh,
                              came into the glen with hounds following a boar. The boar sought refuge
                              in Kevin's oratory, but the hounds did not follow him in. Instead, they
                              lay on their chests outside, before the gate.

                              "And there was Kevin praying under a tree, and a crowd of birds perched
                              on his shoulders and his hands, and flitting about him, singing to the
                              Saint of God. The huntsman looked; and dumbfounded he took his way back
                              with his hounds, and for the sake of the holy solitary's blessing, let
                              the boar go free. He told the marvel that he had seen to the King and to
                              all of them.
                              And there were times that the boughs and the leaves of the trees would
                              sing sweet songs to Saint Kevin, that the melody of heaven might lighten
                              his sore travail" (Plummer).

                              "Colman, son of Carbri, chief of the fourth of the men of northern
                              Leinster, in his youth took to wife a woman of rank, but since their
                              habits did in no way agree, sent her away, and took another in her
                              place. Now the woman thus dismissed was wise and dangerous in the magic
                              arts, and being passionate against her husband, Colman, the chief, she
                              brought to death all the children of the other by her incantations; for
                              as soon as she heard that a son or daughter had been born to him, she
                              would come from wherever she was to stand over the dun where the child
                              lay, and sing magic songs, until the little creature was dead.

                              "So, when a little son was born to him in his old age, he was
                              straightway baptized, lest he should die through her witchcraft
                              unchristened; and he was called Faolain. And then the chief his father
                              sent him to Saint Kevin, that he might protect him by the strength of
                              God from this woman, and bring him up in the ways of the world. And he
                              offered him to Saint Kevin, promising that he and his seed after him
                              should be buried by the house of Saint Kevin for ever, and should serve
                              him, if Faolain should escape alive.

                              "And so Saint Kevin took the child gladly, and brought him up as a
                              layman should be, even as his father had said; and he loved him dearly.
                              But Saint Kevin knew not where to look for new milk to feed the small
                              babe, because women and cows were far from his monastery; and he prayed
                              to God to give him some assistance in the matter. And God sent Saint
                              Kevin a doe from the mountain near by, and on her milk the babe Faolain
                              was reared. Twice a day until the child was grown, the doe would come to
                              Saint Kevin's monastery, and there be milked by one of the brethren, and
                              go back in all gentleness to her pasture.

                              [Another version tells us that the doe was killed by a she-wolf. When
                              Kevin saw this, he commanded the wolf to provide the milk and the wolf
                              obeyed.]

                              "But there came a day when the brother, milking her out of doors, set
                              down the vessel with the milk on the ground; and up came a greedy rook
                              intent upon a drink, and with its beak upset both pail and milk on the
                              ground. And seeing it, Saint Kevin spoke to the rook.

                              "'For long enough,' said he, 'shalt thou and thy race do penance for
                              this crime. For on the day of my departure to heaven, there shall be
                              much preparing of beef, and ye shall not eat thereof. And if any one of
                              you make so bold as to touch so much as the blood or the offal of the
                              cattle that shall be slain during those days, he shall die on the spot.
                              And everywhere shall be merrymaking, but ye on the heights of these
                              mountains that stand round us shall be sad, cawing and having the law of
                              one another for very dismalness.' And this marvel is fulfilled every
                              year unto this day, even as the Saint foretold" (Plummer).

                              "After these things the Angel of God came to Saint Kevin saying, 'O
                              Saint of God, God hath sent me to thee, to bring thee to the place which
                              the Lord hath appointed thee, to the east of the lesser lake, and there
                              thou shalt be with thy brethren; for in that place shall thy
                              resurrection be.'

                              "Saint Kevin said, 'If it had not displeased my Lord, in this place
                              where I have borne travail for Christ, I would fain have remained until
                              my death.'

                              "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou wilt go with thy monks to this place,
                              there shall be many of the sons of life in it until the end of the
                              world, and when thou art gone thy monks shall have a sufficiency of this
                              world's goods. And many thousands of blessed souls shall rise with thee
                              from that place, to the kingdom of heaven.'

                              "Said Saint Kevin, 'Indeed, O holy messenger, it is not possible for
                              monks to dwell in that valley hemmed in by the mountains, unless God
                              should aid them by His power.'

                              "Then answered the Angel, 'Hear these words, O man of God. Fifty men of
                              thy monks, if thou wilt have it so, shall God fill with heavenly bread,
                              and naught of earthly sustenance at all, if they remain of one spirit in
                              Christ after thy death; and to each of them that dies shall another
                              succeed in the fear and the love of God, in habit and in vow, until the
                              Day of Judgement.'

                              "Said Saint Kevin, 'I like it not that there should be so few monks
                              after me in that place.'

                              "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou likest it not that there should be so
                              few in that place, then shall many thousands live there, without stint
                              or poverty, God supplying their worldly store, for ever. And thou from
                              thy heavenly seat shalt rule thy family on earth, even as thou wilt, in
                              Christ. And by God's aid, thou shalt rule thy monks here and hereafter.
                              For this place shall be holy and revered; the kings and the great ones
                              of Ireland shall make it glorious to the glory of God because of thee,
                              in lands, in silver and in gold, in precious stones and silken raiment,
                              in treasures from over sea, and the delights of kings, and rich shall be
                              its harvest fields. A great city shall rise there. And the burial place
                              of thy monks shall be most sacred, and none that lie beneath its soil
                              shall know the pains of hell. And verily if thou shouldst will that
                              these four mountains which close this valley in should be levelled into
                              rich and gentle meadow lands, beyond question thy God will do it for
                              thee.'

                              "Said Saint Kevin, 'I have no wish that the creatures of God should be
                              moved because of me; my God can help that place in some other fashion.
                              And moreover, all the wild creatures on these mountains are my house
                              mates, gentle and familiar to me, and they would be said of this that
                              thou hast said.' And in such discourse the Angel of God and Saint Kevin
                              made their way
                              across the waters of the lake" (Plummer).

                              "At one Lenten season, Saint Kevin, as was his way, fled from the
                              company of men to a certain solitude, and in a little hut that did but
                              keep out the sun and the rain, gave himself earnestly to reading and to
                              prayer, and his leisure to contemplation alone. And as he knelt in his
                              accustomed fashion, with his had outstretched through the window and
                              lifted up to heaven, a blackbird settled on it, and busying herself as
                              in her nest, laid in it an egg. And so moved was the Saint that in all
                              patience and gentleness
                              he remained, neither closing nor withdrawing his hand; but until the
                              young ones were fully hatched he held it out unwearied, shaping it for
                              the purpose. And for a sign of perpetual remembrance of this thing, all
                              the images of Saint Kevin throughout Ireland show a blackbird in his
                              outstretched hand" (Giraldus Cambrensis).

                              Commemoration (Vespers and Matins)
                              of Our Venerable Father Kevin,
                              Abbot of Glendalough,
                              Wonder-worker of All Ireland
                              http://www.orthodoxengland.btinternet.co.uk/servkevi.htm


                              Saint Kevin is one of the patrons of Dublin. His feast is celebrated
                              throughout Ireland.

                              Troparion of St Kevin tone 8
                              Thou wast privileged to live in the age of Saints O Father Kevin/ being
                              baptized by one saint, taught by another and buried by a third./ Pray to
                              God that He will raise up saints in our day/ to help, support and guide
                              us into the way of salvation.

                              Icons of Saint Kevin:
                              http://www.allmercifulsavior.com/icons/Icons-Kevin.htm##1


                              Some articles and photographs of Saint Kevin's Glendalough:--

                              1) MONASTIC IRELAND: Glendalough Co. Wicklow
                              http://dublin-jubilee.com/monastic/glenda.html

                              2) http://ubik.virtual-pc.com/aduffy/monastic/monastic4.html

                              3) The Church of Saint Kevin at Glandalough
                              http://www.prismnet.com/~hilarion/church_kevin.html

                              4) The Round Tower at Glendalough
                              http://www.rrutledge.com/ireland/wicklow/tower.html

                              5) A Virtual Tour of Glendalough
                              http://www.wicklow.ie/tours/glen.html

                              6) Irish Monastic Sites in photographs
                              http://homepage.tinet.ie/~frduffy/monastic/monastic.html

                              7) St Kevin's Kitchen, etc

                              http://www.vitruvio.ch/arc/medieval/romanesque/ireland/stkevins.htm



                              For more stories about Saint Kevin you can visit
                              http://indigo.ie/~legends/kevin.html



                              St. Cronan the Tanner
                              ------------------------------
                              Died 617. Saint Cronan was a disciple of Saint Kevin (Benedictines).


                              St. Glunshallaich
                              ----------------------
                              7th century. Saint Kevin preached the Gospel and the Holy Spirit led the
                              heart of the Irish Saint Glunshallaich to conversion. He became penitent
                              for the balance of his life. He was buried at Glendalough in the same
                              grave as his evangelist (Benedictines).

                              Troparion of St Glunshallaich tone 1
                              O holy Glunshallaich, having been converted by the holy Abbot Kevin/
                              thou wast his fellow labourer and constant companion,/ not even being
                              parted from him in the grave,/ with him, intercede to God that our souls
                              may be saved.
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                                St. Kevin of Glendalough, Abbot
                                --------------------------------------------
                                (Coaimhghin, Coemgen, Keivin)

                                Born at Fort of the White Fountain in Leinster, Ireland; died c. 618.
                                Kevin was born of Irish royalty, but that doesn't tell us much because
                                there were as many kings in Ireland as there were saints in Cornwall. He
                                was baptized as Kevin or Coemgen, which means the "Fair-begotten" by
                                Saint Cronan. As a boy he was sent to be educated at a monastery, where
                                he was fortunate enough to be a pupil of Saint Petroc of Cornwall, who
                                was then in Ireland. Kevin is best remembered as the abbot-founder of
                                Glendalough, County Wicklow, one of the most famous abbeys of Ireland.
                                After his ordination he settled as a hermit in the scenic Valley of the
                                Two Lakes by the Upper Lake, led there by an angel. This is at a place
                                now marked by a cave called "Saint Kevin's Bed," which was formerly a
                                Bronze Age tomb that he reused, and the Teampull na Skelling (the rock
                                church). After seven years as a solitary living on nettles and herbs, he
                                was persuaded to founded a monastery at Disert-Coemgen for the many
                                disciples he attracted. He made a pilgrimage to Rome and brought back
                                many relics for his foundation.
                                When the number who gathered around him became too numerous for the
                                site, the monastery was moved after his death (at age 120) down to the
                                Lower Lake. Still more churches were added to the east of the site
                                during the abbacy of Laurence O'Toole. Glendalough has always been a
                                popular pilgrimage site.

                                Kevin's extant vita may be based on actual facts although the earliest
                                was recorded about 400 years after his death. He is said to have fed his
                                community for some time on salmon supplied by an otter. (Unfortunately,
                                one of the monks wanted to make a
                                pair of warm gloves out of the otter's hide; the otter guessed what was
                                on his mind and was careful never to appear again!) He visited Saint
                                Ciaran of Clonmacnoise just before his death and Ciaran gave him his
                                bell. (Attwater, Benedictines, Delaney, Encyclopaedia, Farmer, Gill,
                                Montague, White).

                                "Wandering by himself though lonely places, the blessed Kevin came one
                                day upon a glen set in a hollow of the hills and lovely with running
                                water. For there were two lakes, and clear streams here and there
                                flowing down from the mountains. And he went up the valley to the head
                                of the glen where it narrows; there is a lake there, and the mountains
                                very high above it; it lies at their feet, and they rise from its very
                                verge. This valley used to be called in the Irish Glen De, but now it is
                                called Glen da Lough, that is the glen of the two lakes. And Saint Kevin
                                settled himself beside the lake in a hollow tree and lived in these
                                strait quarters for some while. Now and then he would go out to gather a
                                few herbs and eat them, and drink a little water. And so he lived, for
                                many days.

                                "Now a herd from a neighbouring farm (the master's name was Bi) would
                                some days bring his cows to pasture in this valley, where Saint Kevin
                                lived as a hermit. And God, being minded to show His servant Kevin to
                                men, made a cow from that herd
                                come daily to Saint Kevin in his hollow; and it would lick the Saint's
                                clothes. And towards evening when she would hear the lowing of the herd
                                returning, sated with green grass and well watered, and the high
                                shouting of the herdsmen driving their beasts, she would hurry to the
                                front of the herd, content with her own pasture.

                                "And every day as the herd made its way from the lap of the mountain
                                into the valley, that cow would steal away from the rest, and come to
                                the man of God. And every day she did as on the first day. And that cow
                                had abundance of milk past belief, from the touch of the garments of the
                                man of God. And the byremen, marvelling at the rich streams of milk from
                                her, spoke of it to the master. And he said to the herdsman, 'Do you
                                know what has come to that cow?' The herd knew nothing of it and his
                                master said, 'Keep a close eye on her, and see where she gets her good
                                favour from.'

                                "So the next day the herdsman left his charge to the youngsters and
                                himself followed after the cow, wherever she went. And the cow took her
                                wonted track to the hollow tree, in which Saint Kevin lived. And the
                                herdsman, finding her licking the Saint's coat, stood agape; and then he
                                fell to threatening the cow, and miscalling the man of God as a
                                countryman might.

                                "And the Saint was ill-pleased, for he feared that the man would betray
                                his presence there. And then the herdsman drove the beasts home to the
                                byre. But when they had got tot he farm, the cows and calves fell into
                                such a frenzy that the mothers did not know their own calves and would
                                have killed them. The herdsman, terrified, told his master what he had
                                seen in the valley, and at his bidding, came straight back to Saint
                                Kevin, and fell on his knees and begged God's Saint to grant him his
                                forgiveness.

                                "The Saint adjured him, and he vowed not to betray him; for Saint Kevin
                                did not know that the story was already told. The man had his pardon,
                                and was given holy water; and when he sprinkled it on the cows and
                                calves, they recognised one another with the old love between them, and
                                were tame again on the spot. But the fame of Saint Kevin was carried
                                over the whole countryside. And it came to the ears of some of the older
                                saints, Eogan and Lochan and Enna, that Saint Kevin was in that deserted
                                valley; and they took him away with them, against his will, to his
                                monastery. . . ." (Plummer).

                                In the end Saint Kevin went back to the place where he had been a hermit
                                in his youth and built a monastery there for those who followed him. He
                                went off by himself, about a mile away, and built a hut for his
                                dwelling. He forbade the monks to visit him unless it was urgent. He had
                                the wild animals for company.

                                ...........Kevin probably discovered this cave when he went to that area
                                to start a new church. When they reached the village then called Cnoc
                                Rua ("RedHill"), they found their way blocked by a woods, and they
                                stopped.
                                "Why did you stop?" said Kevin.
                                "There are trees in the way," they said.
                                "Don't worry," Kevin told them. "Just keep walking."
                                They walked toward the woods, and the trees fell down in front of them
                                to make a road. Kevin blessed the wood and promised "hell and a short
                                life to any one who should burn either green wood or dry from this wood
                                till doom". That is how the village got its name, Holy Wood ("Sanctum
                                Nemus" in medieval records), which by the 16th century became Hollywood.
                                It is also called "Cillнn Chaoibhнn" in Irish, which means "Kevin's
                                Chapel".

                                After seven years Kevin built himself an oratory of osiers and still
                                lived alone. One day the huntsmen of the King of Leinster, Brandubh,
                                came into the glen with hounds following a boar. The boar sought refuge
                                in Kevin's oratory, but the hounds did not follow him in. Instead, they
                                lay on their chests outside, before the gate.

                                "And there was Kevin praying under a tree, and a crowd of birds perched
                                on his shoulders and his hands, and flitting about him, singing to the
                                Saint of God. The huntsman looked; and dumbfounded he took his way back
                                with his hounds, and for the sake of the holy solitary's blessing, let
                                the boar go free. He told the marvel that he had seen to the King and to
                                all of them.
                                And there were times that the boughs and the leaves of the trees would
                                sing sweet songs to Saint Kevin, that the melody of heaven might lighten
                                his sore travail" (Plummer).

                                "Colman, son of Carbri, chief of the fourth of the men of northern
                                Leinster, in his youth took to wife a woman of rank, but since their
                                habits did in no way agree, sent her away, and took another in her
                                place. Now the woman thus dismissed was wise and dangerous in the magic
                                arts, and being passionate against her husband, Colman, the chief, she
                                brought to death all the children of the other by her incantations; for
                                as soon as she heard that a son or daughter had been born to him, she
                                would come from wherever she was to stand over the dun where the child
                                lay, and sing magic songs, until the little creature was dead.

                                "So, when a little son was born to him in his old age, he was
                                straightway baptized, lest he should die through her witchcraft
                                unchristened; and he was called Faolain. And then the chief his father
                                sent him to Saint Kevin, that he might protect him by the strength of
                                God from this woman, and bring him up in the ways of the world. And he
                                offered him to Saint Kevin, promising that he and his seed after him
                                should be buried by the house of Saint Kevin for ever, and should serve
                                him, if Faolain should escape alive.

                                "And so Saint Kevin took the child gladly, and brought him up as a
                                layman should be, even as his father had said; and he loved him dearly.
                                But Saint Kevin knew not where to look for new milk to feed the small
                                babe, because women and cows were far from his monastery; and he prayed
                                to God to give him some assistance in the matter. And God sent Saint
                                Kevin a doe from the mountain near by, and on her milk the babe Faolain
                                was reared. Twice a day until the child was grown, the doe would come to
                                Saint Kevin's monastery, and there be milked by one of the brethren, and
                                go back in all gentleness to her pasture.

                                [Another version tells us that the doe was killed by a she-wolf. When
                                Kevin saw this, he commanded the wolf to provide the milk and the wolf
                                obeyed.]

                                "But there came a day when the brother, milking her out of doors, set
                                down the vessel with the milk on the ground; and up came a greedy rook
                                intent upon a drink, and with its beak upset both pail and milk on the
                                ground. And seeing it, Saint Kevin spoke to the rook.

                                "'For long enough,' said he, 'shalt thou and thy race do penance for
                                this crime. For on the day of my departure to heaven, there shall be
                                much preparing of beef, and ye shall not eat thereof. And if any one of
                                you make so bold as to touch so much as the blood or the offal of the
                                cattle that shall be slain during those days, he shall die on the spot.
                                And everywhere shall be merrymaking, but ye on the heights of these
                                mountains that stand round us shall be sad, cawing and having the law of
                                one another for very dismalness.' And this marvel is fulfilled every
                                year unto this day, even as the Saint foretold" (Plummer).

                                "After these things the Angel of God came to Saint Kevin saying, 'O
                                Saint of God, God hath sent me to thee, to bring thee to the place which
                                the Lord hath appointed thee, to the east of the lesser lake, and there
                                thou shalt be with thy brethren; for in that place shall thy
                                resurrection be.'

                                "Saint Kevin said, 'If it had not displeased my Lord, in this place
                                where I have borne travail for Christ, I would fain have remained until
                                my death.'

                                "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou wilt go with thy monks to this place,
                                there shall be many of the sons of life in it until the end of the
                                world, and when thou art gone thy monks shall have a sufficiency of this
                                world's goods. And many thousands of blessed souls shall rise with thee
                                from that place, to the kingdom of heaven.'

                                "Said Saint Kevin, 'Indeed, O holy messenger, it is not possible for
                                monks to dwell in that valley hemmed in by the mountains, unless God
                                should aid them by His power.'

                                "Then answered the Angel, 'Hear these words, O man of God. Fifty men of
                                thy monks, if thou wilt have it so, shall God fill with heavenly bread,
                                and naught of earthly sustenance at all, if they remain of one spirit in
                                Christ after thy death; and to each of them that dies shall another
                                succeed in the fear and the love of God, in habit and in vow, until the
                                Day of Judgement.'

                                "Said Saint Kevin, 'I like it not that there should be so few monks
                                after me in that place.'

                                "Then answered the Angel, 'If thou likest it not that there should be so
                                few in that place, then shall many thousands live there, without stint
                                or poverty, God supplying their worldly store, for ever. And thou from
                                thy heavenly seat shalt rule thy family on earth, even as thou wilt, in
                                Christ. And by God's aid, thou shalt rule thy monks here and hereafter.
                                For this place shall be holy and revered; the kings and the great ones
                                of Ireland shall make it glorious to the glory of God because of thee,
                                in lands, in silver and in gold, in precious stones and silken raiment,
                                in treasures from over sea, and the delights of kings, and rich shall be
                                its harvest fields. A great city shall rise there. And the burial place
                                of thy monks shall be most sacred, and none that lie beneath its soil
                                shall know the pains of hell. And verily if thou shouldst will that
                                these four mountains which close this valley in should be levelled into
                                rich and gentle meadow lands, beyond question thy God will do it for
                                thee.'

                                "Said Saint Kevin, 'I have no wish that the creatures of God should be
                                moved because of me; my God can help that place in some other fashion.
                                And moreover, all the wild creatures on these mountains are my house
                                mates, gentle and familiar to me, and they would be said of this that
                                thou hast said.' And in such discourse the Angel of God and Saint Kevin
                                made their way
                                across the waters of the lake" (Plummer).

                                "At one Lenten season, Saint Kevin, as was his way, fled from the
                                company of men to a certain solitude, and in a little hut that did but
                                keep out the sun and the rain, gave himself earnestly to reading and to
                                prayer, and his leisure to contemplation alone. And as he knelt in his
                                accustomed fashion, with his had outstretched through the window and
                                lifted up to heaven, a blackbird settled on it, and busying herself as
                                in her nest, laid in it an egg. And so moved was the Saint that in all
                                patience and gentleness
                                he remained, neither closing nor withdrawing his hand; but until the
                                young ones were fully hatched he held it out unwearied, shaping it for
                                the purpose. And for a sign of perpetual remembrance of this thing, all
                                the images of Saint Kevin throughout Ireland show a blackbird in his
                                outstretched hand" (Giraldus Cambrensis).

                                Commemoration (Vespers and Matins)
                                of Our Venerable Father Kevin,
                                Abbot of Glendalough,
                                Wonder-worker of All Ireland
                                http://www.orthodoxengland.btinternet.co.uk/servkevi.htm


                                Saint Kevin is one of the patrons of Dublin. His feast is celebrated
                                throughout Ireland.

                                Troparion of St Kevin tone 8
                                Thou wast privileged to live in the age of Saints O Father Kevin/ being
                                baptized by one saint, taught by another and buried by a third./ Pray to
                                God that He will raise up saints in our day/ to help, support and guide
                                us into the way of salvation.

                                Icons of Saint Kevin:
                                http://www.allmercifulsavior.com/icons/Icons-Kevin.htm##1


                                Some articles and photographs of Saint Kevin's Glendalough:--

                                1) MONASTIC IRELAND: Glendalough Co. Wicklow
                                http://dublin-jubilee.com/monastic/glenda.html

                                2) http://ubik.virtual-pc.com/aduffy/monastic/monastic4.html

                                3) The Church of Saint Kevin at Glandalough
                                http://www.prismnet.com/~hilarion/church_kevin.html

                                4) The Round Tower at Glendalough
                                http://www.rrutledge.com/ireland/wicklow/tower.html

                                5) A Virtual Tour of Glendalough
                                http://www.wicklow.ie/tours/glen.html

                                6) Irish Monastic Sites in photographs
                                http://homepage.tinet.ie/~frduffy/monastic/monastic.html

                                7) St Kevin's Kitchen, etc

                                http://www.vitruvio.ch/arc/medieval/romanesque/ireland/stkevins.htm



                                For more stories about Saint Kevin you can visit
                                http://indigo.ie/~legends/kevin.html



                                St. Cronan the Tanner
                                ------------------------------
                                Died 617. Saint Cronan was a disciple of Saint Kevin (Benedictines).


                                St. Glunshallaich
                                ----------------------
                                7th century. Saint Kevin preached the Gospel and the Holy Spirit led the
                                heart of the Irish Saint Glunshallaich to conversion. He became penitent
                                for the balance of his life. He was buried at Glendalough in the same
                                grave as his evangelist (Benedictines).

                                Troparion of St Glunshallaich tone 1
                                O holy Glunshallaich, having been converted by the holy Abbot Kevin/
                                thou wast his fellow labourer and constant companion,/ not even being
                                parted from him in the grave,/ with him, intercede to God that our souls
                                may be saved.
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