‘In the deep discovery of the subterranean world a shallow part would satisfy some inquirers; who, if two or three yards were open about the surface, would not care to rake the bowels of Potosi, and regions toward the centre’, Sir Thomas Browne wrote. Not Maurice Craig, bowel-raker and graveyard cormorant of one of my favourite spotters’ guides, Mausolea Hibernica.
Simper over the ‘most elegant three-sided pyramid’ of Castlerickard, Meath, in which lies interred Sophia Jane Swift, née Swift, the beloved ‘Ianthe’ of Walter Savage Landor. Admire the ‘dwarfishly low’ ‘Gandonian clichés’ at Coolbanagher, Portarlington. Salute the ‘full-length recumbent effigy of the poetess [Mary Tighe, author of Psyche]’ at Inistioge, Kilkenny, a cat perched on her shoulder.
Here is the author on the Grace and Taaffe double mausoleum in Tulsk, Roscommon. Reader, avert your gaze from the hiccup of asyndeton in sentence four, and hold out for the poured-concrete vomitoria: